Chapter 62 #2
But we don’t make it more than a few steps before he suddenly scoops me up into his arms. I let out a yelp while his wings appear in a cloud of black smoke. My stomach lurches, and I tighten my arms around his neck as he launches into the air.
“You really are doing that on purpose,” I murmur into his chest.
And I can hear the smirk in his voice when he replies, “Always.”
Opening my eyes, I watch the moon glitter in the water around the island as Draven flies us up to the balcony of our bedroom.
It has been over a month since the final battle against the Iceheart Dynasty, and since I haven’t had to use my magic to create emotions from nothing since then, that constant craving has been fading more and more every day.
It’s still there, so Draven is still taking half of it to help me.
But with time, I think it’s going to drop back to a fully manageable level.
Though if it doesn’t, Draven has said that it really doesn’t bother him to keep taking half of the urge for the rest of our lives.
Especially since it just makes him crave my touch even more than he already does.
And I can’t exactly complain about that either.
Our nights this past month have been… wild.
“Careful now, little rebel,” Draven says as he lands on the balcony and gently sets me down. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to handcuff you to my bed again.”
I flash him a smirk over my shoulder while I saunter over to the balcony doors and pull them open. “And what if that’s exactly what I want?”
“Then I’d say you have thirty seconds to take your clothes off.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m going to make you beg for it.”
Heat sears through me at the wicked promises in his dark voice. Turning around, I walk backwards into our bedroom while I begin pulling my shirt off. Draven runs his tongue along his bottom lip, his hungry eyes drinking in my body as he follows me inside.
His own clothes hit the floor at the same time as mine. I rake my gaze over his firm chest and down his sharp abs. His wings flare slightly as my gaze drops to his cock.
“Now, you’ve done it,” he says.
With a flap of his wings, he flies across the room, grabbing me in the process. I let out a squeak as he simply lifts me off the floor while flying straight to the bed and then tossing me down on the mattress. My heart pounds as I look up at him where he now straddles me on the bed.
“Bossy and domineering,” I say, smirking up at him.
His wings rustle above me as he lets out a dark chuckle.
Pushing up from the mattress, I sit up on the bed instead.
Draven moves with me when I place my palm on his muscular chest while straightening.
Then he raises his eyebrows as I begin to twist us around until he is sitting with his back to the headboard instead.
I keep my gaze firmly on his instead of looking up at the item we left hanging there before we left for the tavern.
“You were wrong before, you know,” I say while drawing my hands from his chest and up his arms, making him raise them above his head.
“About what?” he asks.
I kiss my way up his chest while I continue moving his hands up above his head. His eyes flutter and a moan escapes his mouth as I trace my lips along his collarbones and over his throat.
Then two metallic clicks sound.
Draven snaps his eyes open. Tilting his head back, he stares incredulously up at his wrists.
I smirk at him. “You look much hotter in handcuffs than I do.”
The handcuffs we left hanging around one of the decorations in the bedframe clank metallically as Draven yanks against his manacles. His golden eyes glint as he slides his gaze back down to me and teasingly warns, “Choose your next move very carefully, little rebel.”
“Careful? Me?” I flash him a villainous grin. “I hate to break it to you, oh Shadow of Death, but that ship has already sailed.”
“Is that right? Then—”
A moan rips from his throat as I wrap my hand around his cock.
Drawing my hand up and down, I smirk back at him as his eyes flutter and his wings twitch.
They’re spread out wide on either side of him in order to fit between his body and the headboard, so he can’t move them away when I reach out and trace my fingers over the soft membrane at the same time as I jerk my hand up and down his cock again.
Draven throws his head back while the most delicious moans tear from his lungs. His wings flare and twitch, and he yanks hard against the handcuffs, as I tease my fingers over the two most sensitive parts of his body until he’s squirming against the headboard.
“Now, about that begging,” I bait.
Pleasure pulses in his eyes, and he has to blink several times in order to try to clear his vision as I continue my sweet torture. His chest heaves as he drags in highly controlled breaths.
“Beg,” I command, that devilish smile still on my lips.
Draven’s gaze at last focuses on me.
And when it does, a jolt shoots through my body.
A villainous smile spreads across his lips.
Then he yanks his hands apart.
And shatters the handcuffs.
I gasp as pieces of metal rain down from the headboard.
“Oh, you’re in trouble now,” Draven murmurs, his voice full of devilish promises.
I try to scramble back, but before I can so much as lift one knee from the mattress, Draven grabs me by the hips and rolls us over.
While once again straddling me, he slides one hand up to my throat and the other down between my legs.
His eyes glint as he locks his hand underneath my jaw, trapping me in place against the mattress, while his fingers brush over my already throbbing clit.
A moan escapes my lungs as pleasure crackles up my spine.
Draven just rubs my clit again, drawing another gasp of pleasure from my lips.
My hands shoot up and wrap around his forearm.
But I’m so thoroughly outmatched against his strength that I couldn’t move his hand away from my throat even if I wanted to.
I squirm underneath him as he keeps me trapped there while teasing my clit with expert precision. Desperate moans drip from my lips as he brings me closer and closer to an orgasm.
The veins in his forearm shift as he flexes his hand around my throat. And when he speaks, his voice is low and hoarse.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
A ripple of pleasure rolls down my spine at the desperate need in his voice, and I draw in a shuddering breath before opening my mouth to bait him back. But before the first word can even make it out of my mouth, it’s cut off by a gasp as a tiny lightning bolt zaps my clit.
“Draven,” I moan as he teases his fingers over the exact right spot.
He rewards me with another tiny lightning bolt.
I gasp and squirm against the soft sheets while digging my fingers into his forearm.
“So fucking perfect,” Draven murmurs.
Pleasure streaks through me as he removes his hand and instead positions his cock at my entrance.
Then another deep moan rips from my lungs as he thrusts inside.
Finally releasing my throat, he slides his hand over my jaw instead as he leans down and steals that moan from my lips with a possessive kiss.
I wrap one hand around the back of his neck and draw the other over his wings while he fucks me exactly the way I want him to. Like I’m his and he is mine.
Because he is.
This broody, domineering, troublesome dragon shifter is all mine.
And Goddess help anyone who ever tries to take him from me.
We have walked through the fires of hell together.
We have fought our way back to each other through magic and enemies and death.
There is nothing that can break us now. Nothing that can keep us apart.
Because we are one. Heart. Body. And soul.
Laying ourselves completely bare for each other in that bed, I drink in every second of it.
Of him. And as pleasure washes through me as the orgasm hits, I share the intense emotion with him through our mate bond while he does the same to me.
Our very souls thrum with one unmistakable word as we hold each other’s gaze. Mine.
And when the sun at last rises from the sea again, neither of us has slept much. But it doesn’t matter. I could live off this feeling forever. This feeling of being us. Fully and completely us.
Lying there on the soft sheets, we gaze out at the slowly rising sun.
With my back pressed against Draven’s chest, I can feel the steady beat of his heart.
His arm is draped over my body, holding me close to him.
His warmth, his scent, his entire presence, is wrapped around me as we lie there on our sides, watching the sun rise from the glittering sea.
“What do you think they will be like?” I ask.
His warm breath caresses the side of my neck as he replies, “Who?”
“Our kids.” I smile at the images that fill my mind. “Half fae, half dragon shifter. I wonder what they will be like.”
“Well, they’re our kids. So naturally, they’ll be troublesome, bossy, stubborn, sneaky—”
“Broody. Don’t forget broody.”
“And broody.” He kisses my shoulder, and I can feel his smile against my skin. “And absolutely, utterly perfect.”
A smile spreads across my own mouth. “Yes. Yes, I think so too.”
Comfortable silence settles over the warm bed as we just lie there, looking out at the sparkling waves and the golden light that fills the clear blue sky.
“But first, I want an adventure,” I say, gazing out at the vast sky above the sea. “I want to see every inch of this beautiful and messy world.” Twisting around in his arms, I look up to meet his eyes instead. “I want to experience it all with you, Draven.”
He smiles. Leaning down, he kisses me tenderly. “And I with you, Selena.”
“So we really are leaving today, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we really are.”
Giddy excitement floods my body. After stealing one more kiss from him, I jump up from the bed. “Then what are we waiting for?”
He laughs.
After getting ready and flying down to the edge of the island, we find ourselves standing side by side, staring out at the endless sea before us.
My heart thrums.
A new dawn is breaking.
Another era of this world begins.
“This is it,” I say. “This is how it starts.”
“A new life,” Draven replies. “A new beginning.”
“Everything we’ve ever wanted is waiting for us just beyond that horizon.”
“And I can’t wait to meet it all with you, little rebel.”
After tearing his gaze from the open sky and the shimmering sea, he turns towards me. Sliding his hands into my hair, he kisses me deeply. He tastes the way he always does. Like wind and rain and lightning. Like fire and sin. And my undoing.
I gasp, breathless, as he breaks the kiss.
With a gleam in his beautiful golden eyes, he backs away across the grass.
Then black smoke fills the air as he shifts.
As salt-tasting winds blow away the smoke, I gaze up in awe at the majestic black dragon now standing there on the grass before me. He lets out a low rumble and moves his tail towards me. I grin.
My heart flutters like excited birds inside my chest as I run up along his spine. While opening our union bond, I settle myself in that spot where his neck meets his shoulders.
“Ready, little rebel?” he asks into my mind.
“Always.”
Wings boom around us as he launches into the air.
I laugh and spread my arms wide as warm winds rush over us. My long silver hair flutters behind me as Draven flies out across the glittering sea.
Excitement thrums inside my veins and my entire soul sings with endless possibilities as Draven and I fly away.
Straight into the open horizon.