Chapter 49
Forty-Nine
Anna
“How are you holding up?” Caz asked as we descended toward the roof atop the central spire of the citadel.
“Scared,” I said. “Very scared. But managing.”
Reassurance flooded my mind as Caz gave his wordless support.
We landed and proceeded down to the study. I eyed the desk as we passed it, but it had been set back to its proper position, and any signs of our adventures had been wiped clean.
Dirk came through the doors with Florian at his side. I watched Dirk look around before focusing on us.
“Report,” Caz ordered, looking at Florian.
“The Red King’s forces were routed by Dirk, as expected,” Florian said. “He pursued them to the border before returning to the citadel.”
“Good.”
“No further reports of incursions have been noted since. I think the strength of that response shocked them. They must be wondering what we’re up to over here. There’s no way for them to know it was sheer coincidence we were nearby with such a strong force.”
Caz grunted. “Finally, some good news.”
“The other project you assigned is also finished,” Florian said, gesturing at Dirk.
“All done,” Caz’s brother chimed in, winking at him. “The room is locked in preparation for the events of tomorrow, if you wish to see it.”
“I do. Thank you,” Caz said, excitement building in him.
I could feel the nervous but happy energy boiling off him like heat from a fire. Whatever this “project” was, it meant a lot to him.
“Secret projects?” I murmured as he dismissed the other dragons. “Just what are you up to, mate of mine?”
He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t fight it, leaning up into him and pressing my breasts against his chest as I succumbed fully to his demands.
“Come with me, and I’ll show you exactly what it is.”
He took my hand without having to look for it, our mate bond guiding his fingers exactly to mine.
I was forced to run after him as we descended down the flights of stairs and then down a side passage to his private wing.
There he showed me a secret passage that led to the throne room itself, emerging hidden behind a tapestry just to the rear left of the throne itself.
It was dark in the room. All the lights save one were turned off.
“So what is it you have to show me?” I asked.
“This,” Caz replied, reaching down to grab something and pulling it free of his throne.
Except it wasn’t his throne.
“Oh, my,” I choked.
The throne, a towering edifice of ice chiseled to look exactly like a looming dragon head, had been replaced.
In its spot sat two gleaming dragons’ heads. Two seats. Side by side.
“Do you like it?” Caz asked.
“This is … the workmanship is incredible,” I whispered.
The chairs themselves were engineered to look like the occupants were resting against the dragons’ chests. The backs of the chairs were the neck and head while the armrests were to be its talons.
“Only the best for you,” he growled. “But do you like it?”
I ran a hand along one arm-talon. It was so realistic I expected the dragon to roar to life at any moment.
“There is no way you had this done in a day.”
He snorted. “I had the work on this started the day after I kissed you for the first time. I knew then that, eventually, once I had proven to you that this was real, you would sit there. I had no doubts.”
Something stirred in me at that. He’d believed, from so early on, when I was just trying to survive, that we were meant to be together. When I had pushed him away, he’d responded by having a new throne made. For us.
“The audacity,” I murmured with a sharp expelling of air.
And the confidence. That was damn hot.
Caz didn’t know what hit him. I bore him to the ground under me, my hands tearing at his clothes, frantic to get them off him. I needed him. Right here.
Right now.
I had never felt more desired in my life.
Later, I slumped back onto his side of the throne, my chest heaving, his hot cum dripping from my breasts and covering my stomach too. Caz stood above me, staring down, eyes wild with dominant glee as he took me in.
His cock stirred as he watched.
Mine, my dragon growled. I concurred. He bore our bite. I wore his seed.
“Mate,” he pronounced heavily, running a finger down the inside of one leg as it rested against his side.
“All … yours,” I confirmed between breaths. “Especially when you treat me like that.”
Caz grinned. Things had been vigorous in a mind-melting way.
Now his cock stirred again, and he grabbed the shaft, rubbing it gently against my swollen pussy, parting the folds on one side and then the other.
I hissed, biting my lip and propping myself up on my elbows.
“Again?” I purred, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
Caz eyed the cum-splashed mate marks swirling across my chest, under and around my breasts, and without another word, plunged deep inside.
“You’ve been marked as mine,” he growled. “I’ve bitten you. Now I want to fill you. Over and over again, until you carry my child.”
My dragon howled its delight, even as my eyebrows rose to match the moan his cock pulled from me as he slid in and out once more.
“Is that so?” I asked, fresh heat rushing to my core at the thought of bearing children. His children.
Caz nodded, grabbing my legs and holding tightly as he thrust hard, my body and breasts bouncing from the impact. He looked so hot, so focused on the idea of impregnating me, of me carrying his babies. It had been him to bring it up first.
“Well then, my mate, take me. Make me yours. Do what you want to me,” I ordered. grabbing at my breasts to hold them still as Caz picked up speed. “I’m all yours, Casimir. All yours.”
A short while later, he cried out my name as I scratched and clawed at his back in the midst of my own ecstasy.