Chapter 24 #2
She tenses the slightest bit.
I kiss her, our breaths melding as our bodies join. I could kiss her for centuries, plundering her sweet mouth, her nimble tongue. Before long, her legs open wider. I slide deeper, my cock aching at the slow torture of her perfection.
“Look at me, Larellin.”
She does, her eyes heavy-lidded, her fingernails scratching along the scales at my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
I groan and move deeper.
She throws her head back. I kiss her neck, my lips ghosting reverently along her skin, covering the spot where she was violated. I’ll kiss here every day for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes for her memories to change. No more of what came before. Only me. Only us.
“Yes.” She cups my face, her mouth meeting mine. “Don’t stop.”
Her words are fire on my back, a whip that urges me forward. I’m gripping my control fiercely, but each utterance like that from her lips is causing me to slip.
“My treasure.” I kiss her greedily and thrust deeply, taking all of her.
She claws at my shoulders, her back arching. I stare down at her, taking her in, feeling every heartbeat, every fevered breath. Pulling back the slightest bit, I pulse forward.
Her moan sends a rush of flame down my spine. “Vander.” Her voice is breathy.
I pull farther back and slide all the way back in.
“So wet for me, my treasure,” I praise and start a slow rhythm.
She meets me, her hips moving along with mine.
Cupping her breast, I thumb her hard nipple and stare down at her.
Memorizing every bit of her, the way her lips part, the way she closes her eyes when it’s too much.
She angles her hips up, taking me deeply.
“That’s it.” I kiss her shoulder and graze my teeth along her skin. “You were made for me as I was made for you.”
Our bond flashes brighter, the strands braiding together and glowing golden.
She gasps, her eyes going wide. “What—”
“I love you, Larellin. I’ve loved you in every life, every turning, every moment. And when I go to the eternal, I’ll love you then, too.”
The gold in her eyes shines brighter.
“Accept our bond, Larellin. Accept me.” I kiss her. My heart laid bare, my life hers, my entire future in her hands.
She kisses me back, her hands tangling in my hair, her body open and hot and awash in golden light. “I am yours.” She doesn’t speak it. She feels it.
Our bond flashes to life. Strong. Unbreakable.
The entire keep shakes, dust falling from the ceiling as a roaring cracking sound reverberates through every stone and timber. I don’t care about any of it. All I care about is the treasure beneath me.
“Come, my mate. Come for me. Only for me,” I growl as our bodies slap together, the sounds of sex echoing against the walls.
My cock is desperate for release. But that won’t happen. I won’t let it. I grit my teeth and focus on my mate. On her needs. On every single sliver of her pleasure. “I know what my treasure needs.”
I reach between us and press my thumb on her clit. She bucks and gasps. I stroke her there, her body growing tighter and tighter, her hips rocking against my thumb and working my cock. I read every bit of her reaction, wanting to please her, desperate for every single bit of her delight.
“Eyes on me, my treasure. I want to see you come apart. I want to feel what you feel.”
“I hear you.” She gasps, her hips locking as her pleasure rises like an impossibly fast tide. “I feel—” Her moan is guttural, her hips locking as she arches.
“Fuck!” I can’t hold back. Her ecstasy floods down the bond between us.
I’m at her mercy, wrapped in her pleasure.
My cock kicks inside her, my release joining hers as a roar rips from me.
Her cunt squeezes me in rhythm with her keening cries.
I steal them, kissing her and swallowing her moans as I move inside her.
More slowly now. Stroking her. Petting her.
Easing her down from the high of our mating.
When I slow to a stop, I pull back and look down at her.
Dazed, she looks up at me. I run my thumb along her swollen lips. “You look well fucked, my mate.”
“I think … I think I am well fucked.” She smiles slyly.
“I’ll take that—” I kiss her lightly. “—as the highest compliment.”
“Of course you do.” She giggles against my lips. “Arrogant dragon.”
“Your arrogant dragon.” I nuzzle against her neck.
“I always wanted a unicorn. Not a dragon.”
I growl. “Unicorns have filthy mouths.”
“Unicorns are real?” she asks, her eyebrows rising in shock.
“Of course.” I kiss along her jawline. “But if you see one, keep your distance. They’ll either tell you a bawdy joke or try to get a hornjob from you.”
“A horn—”
“Did you feel that?” Faraday bellows and slams open the door to our room.
“Faraday!” I yell and yank the blanket up to cover Larellin. “Get out!”
“You felt it.” He ignores me as Rivon and Fyan pile in behind him. “Right?”
Larellin tries to scoot down under the covers, but that only causes my cock to wake back up, hardening inside her again.
She yelps.
“We know you’re there,” Rivon intones.
“Yeah,” Fyan adds. “The entire keep and possibly everyone in Oblivion knows what you two were doing. A dragon roar from climax is pretty notable, especially when it happens right around the same time as a curse is broken.”
She stops wriggling and gawks at me. “The curse?”
“You broke it, my treasure.” I press my forehead to hers. “Your love.”
“Can you hear me too?” she whispers.
“Yes.” I pull the blanket over both our heads.
“Van, we need to fly. The DragonLands—”
“Can wait,” I bark to the side, then turn back to Larellin. “Go on. I know you want to try it.”
“Okay, well we’ll just—”
“Out!”
They leave, but I hear their excited voices carrying. Joy, the sort we’ve never even dared to feel, roils through my veins.
“Okay, so what am I thinking?” She stares up at me, a look of concentration on her heart-shaped face.
I glower. “That you still want to meet a unicorn.”
“Oh my gods! We really can talk like this.” She smiles, her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Whenever you like.”
“The curse is broken. Somehow, I know it is. I can feel it.”
I nod. “It is.”
“What does that mean? I guess, I mean, what do we do now?”
I press my hips against hers, my cock desperate to feel her come again. “It means we can do anything we want, my treasure.”
“Anything?” she asks, a gleam in her eye.
“Name it.” There is nothing I wouldn’t give her. Every last piece of my gold, every single scrap of gemstones and plunder. I will raid this world until I have all its treasure at her feet, and I will rain down ruin on anyone who dares to challenge her for a single, solitary coin of it.
She is my treasure now, and nothing else will ever compare.