CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Skye
Luke’s main cock fills me, his knot pressing against my entrance in a stretch that’s amazing. His upper cock remains a hard bar between us that slides over my clit with each thrust.
His mouth eats at mine, our breath combining as our bodies join. We rock together, more of his knot slipping into me with each movement.
“My pretty baby girl, coming so sweetly for me. How I love it,” he rumbles, his deep voice vibrating through me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I pant, fighting to catch my breath after another mind-altering orgasm.
He stays close, his eyes locked on my face, watching my every reaction, wanting only to make it good for me.
I’ve never felt this close to another person.
The intimacy of this time goes far beyond sex.
I feel lit up inside, joy and love burning like a sun.
Each time he tells me he loves me, it flares a little brighter and there’s a tug on my heart.
“I feel you, Luke.” I press a palm to my chest. “I feel you here.”
“I feel you, too.” His golden eyes fill with awe. It’s a new look for him, but I already love it. He thrusts deeper, his knot slipping all the way inside, and I moan as pleasure jolts through me, curling my toes.
My heart pounds, and every panting breath carries his smoky sandalwood scent. His upper cock rocks over my clit, sending electric shocks of delight racing along my nerves. I slide my legs higher, hooking my heels into the back of his thighs, pulling him even closer.
“I need you, Luke.” His aphrodisiac sparks an aching emptiness that only his full knot will fill. “I need all of you.”
“Whatever you need, baby girl.” He says the words he knows I like, his voice husky and deep, sending shivers of desire racing through me. God, I always knew I had a thing for age gap, but this is beyond any fantasy.
This is Lukendevener, the man I love. Luke, the man who loves me enough to dance in public, even though he despises the thought of anyone seeing him do it, because he knows it’s a dream of mine.
The amazingly private man willing to set all of his own discomfort aside to declare his love for me in front of everyone.
The man who believes in me as a witch and a researcher and a librarian.
I’ve never been so seen or cared for.
I’ve never been so loved.
All my hazy dreams of romance fade compared to the solid reality of Luke and the scorching intensity of his love.
I strain upward, desperate for his kiss, wanting to join with him in all ways. His tail dips between my thighs, coating the tip in our combined wetness before sliding into my butt in a tingle of sensation. Pleasure electrifies me, my orgasm shaking through my body as I scream his name.
“That’s it, my sweet, my love. Come for me again and again.” Luke keeps moving, filling me with his knot and his tail, his second cock making my clit throb constantly with delight.
I ride the edge, tumbling over every other second in a string of smaller explosions that keep the pleasure going on and on. I cling sobbing to his shoulders, burying my face against his chest, needing to smell his smoky scent, taste the salt of his skin, touch as much of him as possible.
“I’m going to knot you, my sweet little witch.
” He thrusts faster, grunting with pleasure each time, his muscles flexing as his huge body works over me.
His wings unfurl from his back to spread wide.
Promise rings in his voice, all of his intensity and determination focused on me. “I’m going to claim you as mine.”
“Yes.” My new favorite word. “Oh, yes. Please, Luke.”
“Come for me, baby girl,” he growls, his hips speeding up. “Come for me and be mine.”
His main cock plunges deep until we’re pressed as tightly together as two people can be.
Luke roars my name, his knot swelling and swelling, and I’m full, so full, the tail in my butt only adding to the overwhelming sensation.
My heart leaps in my chest as all the whirling delight of the multiple orgasms builds into an explosion of pleasure so blinding my back arches, my mouth falling open on a silent scream.
I don’t know how long we remain like that, locked close together, breathing as one. Then his wings close and his tail slides out of me as he starts to move, and I cling to him, never wanting to let go.
Luke lifts up enough to bend down to kiss me, his mouth soft on mine, long, soul-stealing kisses that leave me feeling treasured. Then he lifts higher, levering up onto one palm. His eyes go to my breasts, and I could swear I see fire dance in their depths.
“What is it?”
“Look.” His fingers brush over my skin, which feels tender, too tender.
I glance down. Two marks in the shape of fangs lie over my heart. “Is that a tattoo?”
“No, not a tattoo.” He touches his own chest, where a similar design now decorates his skin. “These are our mate marks. It’s as I surmised. We were fated.”
“Fated mates?” I adore fated mates romance—it’s one of my favorite types—but I never imagined having that kind of connection for myself! “You knew?”
“Not for certain.” He cups my cheek. “It’s been centuries since a dragon found their mate among any other kind. I read about it, but research can only take you so far. When my knot sparked for you, I hoped it meant something more. I hoped it meant this.”
His knot! When I wiggle, a large firmness tugs at my entrance. My muscles clamp down, sending an aftershock of pleasure racing through me. “It’s so much larger now!”
He grunts, his hips jerking forward. “Of course it is. I’m a dragon. I’m going to have a superior knot.”
Luke’s upper cock also came when he did, splashing creamy fluid all over our stomachs.
“We got a little messy.” I grin up at him, then let out a jaw-cracking yawn. I slam a hand over my mouth, muttering a muffled, “Sorry.”
“The mating takes a lot out of you, and we’ll be knotted all night, in order to finalize the mate bond.
Let’s get you cleaned up so you can sleep.
” Luke slides his arms under me and kneels upright on the bed in an amazing show of strength, bringing me with him, my legs still wrapped around his hips.
He carries me to the staircase, heading down.
The bathroom takes up the entire floor below the bedroom.
Fudging fudge! I thought the room he gave me was luxurious, but this is like something royalty would have.
A sunken “bathtub”—if you can use that word for something so large—takes up half the room, larger than the hot springs we visited in the book. Steam curls from its surface.
“This is your bathroom?”
“No, it’s ours,” he growls, his arms tightening around me as he steps into the water. He sinks down to sit with me on his lap, held in place by his knot.
I sigh as the hot liquid covers me. “This feels amazing.” It feels even better to have him with me in the bath, holding me close.
The left corner of his lips curls, and he pours several oils into the water, filling the air with the herby floral scent of healing potions. Then he tips me backward, wetting my hair before working shampoo through it, his claws scratching at my scalp.
I moan, eyes fluttering closed. “That is the best.”
“You don’t mind the claws?” he asks, his voice sounding hesitant.
It’s such an unusual tone for him that it wakes me up. My eyes snap open, searching his face. “Why would I mind?”
“I can never be fully fae.” Old pain flickers through his eyes, and my heart pinches. He hides behind so many walls, but underneath it all, he feels so much. He’s truly my match, his heart a squishy jelly heart like mine. “I’ll never look like the Luke in the book.”
“I don’t want the Luke from the book!” I cup his cheek, softening my voice. “I want you, the real Luke. My Luke.”
“So you really don’t mind that this is as human as I can ever look?” He stretches his wings, rippling the water. “I can never go out into the world with you, never leave Ferndale Falls’s protection spell.”
“As far as I’m concerned, we could live in your library for the rest of our lives, and it would be perfectly fine by me.”
“You say that now, but what will you think in a century?”
“Ah, well… about that.” This isn’t something I’ve wanted to think about, but there’s no avoiding it now. I look away, my fingers playing with his wet hair. “I’m still human, so… a century isn’t really in the cards for me.”
“Incorrect.” His brows slam together. “You’re a witch with access to your magic. That automatically extends your life and the life of your familiar.”
I gape at him, my eyes feeling as if they’re about to pop out of my head.
“And since you’re mated to a dragon, the longest-lived of the fae, you’ll live even longer.”
My mouth opens and closes a few times, and before I can think of what to say, another yawn overwhelms me.
“Come, my love. Let me take care of you.” His fingers go back to work on my scalp, and I snuggle against him, melting into a boneless puddle of goo.
The movement makes his knot tug at my entrance, and another aftershock goes through me, tightening my muscles.
Luke gives a pleased grunt, his upper cock firming against my stomach, but he continues to wash me with gentle hands as I doze in a blissed-out daze, my head pillowed on his shoulder.
When he stands from the tub, he blasts us with warmth, drying us fully.
Then he climbs the stairs to our bedroom, settling back on the bed with his wings held out to the sides instead of trapped behind him.
I sprawl on top of him, my hips flush with his, my thighs spread wide around him.
“Sleep, my love,” he rumbles, the sound vibrating up through me where I lie on his chest.
I do as he commands, his wings wrapping over me like the best of blankets.
Luke wakes me the next morning, sitting on the edge of the bed, a cinnamon latte cupped in one hand while the other holds a plate piled high with pastries from Cake My Day.
“Snickerdoodle,” I breathe, scootching up in the bed to rest against the headboard. “You really are perfect.”
My stomach growls as I shove a strawberry cheese Danish into my mouth, the flakey pastry bursting over my tongue with sugar and fruit and cream cheese.
“I knew you’d be hungry after our activities last night.
” He gives a knowing smirk, referring to the time I woke up and rode him with his knot still buried inside me until we both came all over again, and then again at dawn when his knot finally released, and he “cleaned” me by eating me out until I saw stars.
“You’re not wrong.” I gulp my coffee and reach for a cinnamon roll, leaving him to eat the five others.
As soon as we’re done, he leans over and kisses me, sugar and cinnamon mixing as our tongues tangle. “Pretty little candy witch. I hunger for you all over again.”
“Yes,” I say. Then an idea strikes. “But there’s something I’ve been dreaming of…”
“Whatever you desire.”
I pull him from the bed and pad through the castle.
It feels so sexy to walk naked like this, unafraid to show my body.
It feels even naughtier to walk in front of him while he’s fully clothed.
We circle down the tower, passing my old bedroom, which it turns out was right under his rooms this whole time.
When we get to the reading room, I step up to the portal window and think at it really hard, hoping it can pick up on my wishes without me having to say anything out loud. Fae hearing can be a little too good when you don’t want to spoil a surprise.
We step out into the hidden romance collection, right in front of the reading nook.
“You knew about this?” Luke growls. “How?”
“The library brought me here.”
“Of course it did,” he mutters, glaring at the shelves.
“I love it,” I say. “You have so many romance books! It’s like Skye heaven.”
“This is simply the English language section.” He gestures farther down the aisle. “I actually have every single romance book printed on Earth.”
And my translation crystal means I can read every single one of them! “Did you do it for me?”
“This is research. Or at least it was at first.” His face softens. “I wanted to understand you. Understand this thing you love. I wanted to be better at it.”
“Oh!” My heart leaps, the new mate bond thrumming between us. He created an entire collection of romance books just to understand me? That’s so sweet! Every time I think he can’t get more romantic, he proves me wrong.
I smile at him, letting it turn sultry, and pluck at his shirt. “Now it’s time for what I want, and I want you naked and on the chaise lounge.”
“As you wish,” he says, making my thighs clench and proving he not only read my favorite book, he also got the memo on how to use that phrase. Magic flares from him as he yanks his clothes from his body, setting his cocks free, already swollen and red and leaking creamy fluid.
He settles on the couch, wings spread, tail coiling outward to slide over my calves.
I step between his thighs, using my body to spread them wide, then drop to my knees.
“Little witch,” he growls, “what do you think you’re doing?”
“Having my treat.” Grinning up at him, I run my tongue up his main cock, flicking it over his sensitive head.
He groans and fists a hand in my hair, his tail sliding up my inner thigh.
His aphrodisiac seed coats my tongue with cinnamon and sets my body alight.
I should have known he’d taste like my favorite flavor.
Or is it because he eats so many red-hot candy hearts?
Whichever, I love it, lapping at him eagerly.
Then I do what I’ve dreamed of ever since I found him here asleep, my favorite book spread open across his stomach.
I moan and wrap my mouth around his main cock, fisting the other with my hand.
His tail slides into me, filling me in powerful thrusts that make my hips rock as delight tightens in my lower belly.
“My baby girl, on your knees for me, sucking my cocks so well.” Luke’s hand tightens in my hair, the sting adding to the sensations building within me. “You look so good like this, my little candy witch. Your mouth so sweet and hot.”
I suck his cocks while his tail fudges me and deliciously filthy praise falls from his lips. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life, the fulfillment of all my spicy romance reader dreams.
My Luke, my love.