Chapter 2
Damon gritted his teeth; his instincts had taken over now that our bond hadn’t sealed from the kiss.
If you didn’t know the other well enough it could take longer before the mating bond sealed into place and our kiss had been short.
Too short. And now his dragon was done waiting.
It knew fucking me would seal the bond between us no matter what, and I was so okay with that.
I had experience both topping and bottoming from a brief relationship I’d had a year ago, so I knew whatever Damon preferred would suit me just fine.
As long as it was with Damon, my sweet mate, then I would love every second of the time we spent being intimate together.
“I can’t stop it,” he rasped, pulling at my clothes.
“Then don’t,” I whispered, helping him undress me. “Please tell me you have oil on you.”
He nodded, still tense, but at least he’d come prepared.
He likely knew his dragon would take over and he wanted me to enjoy myself.
He was so damn cute. I wouldn’t call myself cute, I had my elf father’s light green hair and slightly pointed ears.
My face was a mix between feminine and masculine, and my eyes were a deep blue shade from my father Nox.
My fathers hadn’t wanted us to know which of us they’d fathered, but it was obvious with me and my green hair (and the ears were a total give away).
I was handed the oil from his pocket while he continued to pull my pants off.
They were tight leggings, my elf side needing the soft comfort and stretchy clothing, something elves preferred.
I had on my robe, which all students wore, and underneath I had on my long tunic and a leather belt.
The belt was gone now, and I had a tiny suspicion that my tunic was ripped.
No matter, I was too lust drunk to care.
Damon’s eyes never left my body, the intense look of need and possession a heady feeling.
I’d known being a dragon’s mate would be an intense experience, but my fantasies had nothing on Damon as he ripped his own clothes off, baring his golden chest and abs for me.
He was strong and big, but not as big as Nym in his human form. Stop comparing him to your cousin eww!
“Prep,” he rasped, reminding me I had a job to do and couldn’t just lie there and ogle him all night. Even though I really wanted to. I had a feeling that once his pants came off, I would have something big and enticing to look at.
I was completely naked in front of Damon, my legs open as I rubbed around my rim.
I knew now really wasn’t the time to tease my poor mate, but I just couldn’t help myself.
No one had ever watched me with such intense hunger.
I was pretty sure Damon hadn’t even blinked once as I slowly eased one finger inside myself.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes still glowing and intense on where I was working myself open for him.
The sun had set, making darkness take over, but I couldn’t care less. I knew we weren’t allowed out after dark, but they could throw me out of the school if they wanted to. All I wanted was my mate, and he would soon be mine.
He was still wearing his pants, which was a tragedy, so I moaned low and added another finger, keeping my gaze locked on his. Damon shook where he stood, fighting with himself. My bunny wanted me ready before claiming me, even if he was barely able to keep his dragon back.
“Damon,” I breathed, now up to three fingers. “Need you.”
Never before had pants been shredded so fast. I was sure of it. Damon was absolutely stunning as he stood above me, panting for breath, his cock hard and big in front of me, just begging to be licked. Another time, I reminded myself. I would gladly spend hours worshipping his cock.
I removed my fingers, holding both thighs back and showing him just how ready I was to be claimed. I was a tad impatient, not gonna lie, and might’ve added a whine to make him hurry the fuck up.
He was on top of me in seconds, cradling my face.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, and then he kissed me.
It was a claiming sort of kiss, one where we fought for dominance as our tongues tangled and our hands held onto hair, pulling each other impossibly closer.
The tugging sensation that I’d heard tales of ever since I was born, took over my chest, my heart reaching out for Damon’s, our bond sealing itself.
I moaned as the bond snapped into place, mating us before he’d even stuck his cock into me.
But that all changed now that we’d mated, his dragon needed to fully claim me now, and with one swift movement, I was speared on his cock.
“Damon!” I yelled, feeling my insides flutter with pleasure as he slammed into me, again and again, growling low as we rocked together.
His eyes still glowed, something I wasn’t sure was normal for dragon shifters or not.
Perhaps it was a Damon thing. His blonde hair was already damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he claimed me as his.
He licked my neck, rumbling with pleasure as he lapped my taste and scent.
“Bite me,” I whispered, knowing not every shifter was into it, but fuck I was. I wanted his mark on my neck, wanted everyone to see I belonged to Damon. I wanted my own mark on his skin, my claim a visible thing so no one dared touch what was mine.
“Gods,” he rasped, then sank his teeth deep into my neck, making me scream with ecstasy.
I luckily hadn’t come, but it had been a close call.
Dragon shifters could come as many times as they wanted to, something I believed only they could do.
“Mark me,” he growled, baring his throat to me as he slowed his pace.
It was like he knew I needed it too, I rushed forward, biting into my mate’s strong neck, feeling the rightness of the gesture as I claimed him back.
I then held his face in both hands, staring into those gorgeous eyes. “Now claim me like you mean it. I want to feel you for days.”
Damon closed his eyes and when he opened them again, I saw my Damon, not his dragon but him.
“Thank you,” he whispered, and then his dragon instincts took over again, fucking me into the grass so hard it would be obvious what we’d done come morning.
I really wanted to see how indented the grass had become, a sign of our mating for only us to see.
He moved upright, still on his knees, pulling me closer by my hips, the new position had the breath fucked out of me, my mind blank.
All I felt and thought was, yes, yes, yes, yes, as he pounded into me, making my entire body sing with pleasure.
His head fell back and he roared as he came, his hot cum filling me up. That was all it took for me to join him, seeing his face as he came, feeling the evidence of his claim inside of me. I groaned as my cum spurted out, hitting both of us.
“You’re mine,” he rasped, then slammed his lips to mine, like he couldn’t stop himself.
We broke for air and I smiled. “And you’re mine.”
We lay on the grass, panting for breath as the stars shone above us. It was getting chilly, but I was in no mood to move. My soul was content for the first time ever. I hadn’t even known I wasn’t at peace until this very moment with my mate.
“You don’t mind my other form?” Damon asked, his tone a low whisper. It seemed he was done hiding from me, which pleased me. There had been a small part of me that feared he’d shift into his bunny again and run away from me. Hopefully he trusted me fully now that we’d mated.
“Why would I mind it?”
He shrugged, the movement a little awkward as I used his pecs as my pillow, his fingers slowly carding through my hair. “Once others see I have a dragon form, they tease that my bunny is just a joke. They often say, ˋWhy give you both when one is clearly better?′”
“Who’d dare say shit like that?” I sat up, back to being angry. Was that why he hid himself away from me?
He shrugged again, not meeting my gaze. “Just those from my village. My father was proud to have a dragon shifter for a son. He was a badger shifter himself.”
“Was?”
“He died five years ago.”
“Oh,” I said, not really knowing how to deal with grief. I would, though, so I could comfort my mate whenever he needed it. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
He huffed out a breath. “Don’t be. He wasn’t a very nice man.”
“To you?”
He hummed.
“Then it’s a good thing he’s already dead,” I growled, hating the man who’d fathered my mate. “No one will ever treat you cruelly. I’ll make sure of that.”
He chuckled. “My feisty lion.”
“Oh, so you know I’m a lion shifter?” I purred, eager to show him my form. I’d gotten lucky enough to pet both of his forms and my lion longed to be petted and admired by our mate.
“I have your form now too, remember?” he smiled.
No, I hadn’t remembered. In fact, I’d forgotten all about it. I had three forms now, one that could fly. “Please teach me how to fly,” I begged. “Harpy sucked at it and I won’t live it down if I can’t master it myself.” I’d been laughing at Harpy too much to risk failing at it.
My lovely mate just laughed and held me tighter.