Chapter 15
KELAN
Aura is trembling, although the scent of fear has vanished now, replaced with… I draw it into my nostrils and discover it is arousal. Goddess, save us all.
My dragon rears in me, pressing on the edges of my control. He wants to be free to roar and spill fire in celebration, but this isn’t the time for us to disturb Aura’s tentative trust with our fearsome forms.
She is between us, her breath faltering as my fingers graze the edge of her jaw. Ronyn has given her courage. Darial, sweetness. And now? Now, she turns to me, green eyes open wide with trust.
Goddess, she doesn't even realize what that trust does to me.
But I won’t take what isn’t freely given, and I must ensure this is what she wants. After what she’s been through, even a single wrong step could ruin our chance of happiness for good.
“Aura.” I brush her hair behind her ear. “If we ever go too far, if you ever want to stop, say it. You never have to be brave with us.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispers. “Now I’ve seen into your hearts.”
I lower my mouth to hers, savoring the sensation. Her lips part, and I taste her slowly, relishing every soft sound she makes. She’s already so warm. So receptive. My magic brushes the edges of her mind, finding her open to me.
I’m relieved because she needs to be receptive. I claim like a dragon, and I don’t want to hurt her. I never want to hurt her.
She believes her heart is stone, but it is flame.
Passion pulses from within her while I deepen the kiss and let my restraint bleed away.
Scales ripple across my forearms, catching the firelight like shards of night.
My wings unfold enough to cage us in heat and shadow.
She gasps, drawing back to study what I have become.
Half man, half-beast, more like a dark angel than either of my true forms. When she runs her fingertips over my scales, I growl, and when her tentative touch caresses the leathery expanse of my half-formed wings, I shudder.
My cock is hard and heavy between us, covered only by the scrap of material I have tied at my waist. It throbs with the kind of ache only she can ease.
And goddess help me; I want her to see.
“This is what I am,” I murmur, letting go only a little more.
My chest radiates softly, the lines of silver fire below my skin tracing runes no human eyes can read.
None, except my mate. My canines lengthen, fangs sharp but held back.
Claws extend, but I use only the blunt sides to drag slowly across her spine, watching her arch into my touch. Horns taper from my temples.
When I press her back into the furs, Ronyn is there. His hand finds hers, providing the quiet reassurance she needs.
Darial flanks her other side, his mouth at her temple, murmuring praise in a language from our past that sounds like poetry.
“No one will ever touch you again without your permission,” I murmur, as I peel away the garments she is wearing and settle between her thighs, breathing her in. “Dragons don’t rush. We demonstrate our love with slow worship.”
My claws recede so I can part her slowly. She gasps, her hips lifting in eagerness for my touch. I flatten my tongue against her, and she shudders as a fractured sound escapes her throat. Her sweetness infuses me with a rush of desperate hunger, causing my tongue to shift.
My eyes burn like molten metal as my tongue elongates, thickening slightly, growing rougher, and splitting at the tip. The textured surface is faintly ridged with taste buds, designed by evolution to sense our mates' pleasure, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
Aura's breath catches at the first contact. “Kelan—what—?”
She tries to close her legs, but I growl low, the sound vibrating through her as I hold her open with the pressure of my forearms. “Shhh, little flame. Let me love you the way only a dragon can.”
I drag the forked tips through her slick folds, slowly, letting each ridge bump over her already swollen clit. She jerks, a cry torn from her lips, earning a growl of appreciation from Ronyn.
My tongue moves in patterns no human could replicate, the twin tips circling her clit, then dipping low in tandem. When I push one inside her and flick the other across that swollen, aching bud, her hips buck helplessly.
I groan against her, drunk on her taste, and the deep satisfaction that pleasuring her gives me. Each lick floods me with sensation, both physical and magical. Her essence tingles down my throat like starlight. Her pleasure feeds me, fueling my desire.
She clutches the furs, moaning, writhing, and I press deeper, both tips of my tongue sliding into her, curling, and stroking her inner walls with its delicate, ridged texture.
“Kelan… oh, oh, I’m going to—”
Her sweet pussy pulses around my tongue, drawing it deeper.
I scissor and flutter inside her, elongating her pleasure until tears leak from her eyes and her body twitches uncontrollably.
I cup her sex, and she gushes into my palm, the lubrication enough that I’m confident she will be able to take me.
My wings flare in primal triumph, and when I rise above her, licking my lips and my palm clean, she blinks at me with dazed awe.
“You’re not real,” she whispers, voice shaking. “You can’t be real.”
I lower my body over hers, my thick, ridged cock throbbing against her slick heat.
“I’m yours, Aura. My mate. My queen.”
My pupils turn to slits, and a soft growl rumbles from deep in my chest. The sound makes Aura’s body clench, and when I do it again, her legs wrap around me.
Darial chuckles softly, brushing her hair from her face. “You like his growl?” he murmurs.
Ronyn watches with a flicker of fire in his gaze, eager for his turn.
I tear the material from my waist, watching as Aura’s eyes widen at what is revealed. My cock is thick, ridged with faint patterns of silver veinwork that pulse with heat. It looks almost pierced, with a subtle flare near the base designed to lock inside her.
Her breath hitches. “Kelan—”
I press a kiss to her knee and lick her sweat-slicked thigh, buzzing with anticipation.
“We go slow,” I promise. “You were made for us, Aura. Your body will know ours. It will open like a flower in the summer sun.”
She reaches down, trailing her fingers over my length, studying its ridges and girth. “I’m small,” she whispers. “How—?”
“Let me show you.”
I notch the tip at her soft, wet entrance, holding myself above her.
With soft kisses, she relaxes, moaning against my lips, and I push in gradually, letting her body stretch around me, watching every trace of sensation cross her face.
Awe, pleasure, and amazement coalesce, and thankfully, no pain.
Her hands clench in the furs before resting against my rune and scale-covered chest, as though she’s ready to push me away if she needs to.
Ronyn strokes her thigh, Darial kisses her shoulder and she opens like the good little mate she is.
Inch by inch, she spreads, and when I’m fully sheathed, buried to the base, radiating with magic I’m struggling to contain, I pause, wanting to capture this memory and keep it close to my heart.
This is more than simply a way to give us both pleasure.
This is about binding and claiming. This is a moment I doubted would come, and now that it’s here, it doesn’t seem real.
I touch my forehead to hers. My wings arch around her, as fire shimmers across my skin, and my glowing runes reflect onto her skin, inscribing themselves into her flesh like stardust. Then I move in slow, powerful thrusts.
Aura cries out, her fingers clutching the furs again, then reaching for me.
I catch one hand in mine, threading our fingers together as my hips roll, dragging more wetness from her core and more helpless sounds from her throat.
Her body opens to me, both physically and magically.
Her eyes flutter open, dazed and shining.
“Kelan,” she gasps with pleasure and wonder. “I—I feel you. Everywhere.”
“You’re ours,” I growl. “You were always ours.”
Her legs lock around my waist. Her body tightens, gripping me with that silken heat. Ronyn presses a kiss to her temple, and his hand trails down, firm, and rough, palming one of her breasts, thumb flicking her nipple. “Look at you,” he mutters with reverence and hunger. “Taking our alpha so well.”
Darial presses closer on her other side, slipping a hand between us, fingers teasing her clit as I thrust deeper. She shrieks, the sound torn from somewhere feral and beautiful.
“You’re ours now, love,” Darial murmurs against her ear. “Forever.”
Her climax hits like dragonfire, her body convulsing and shuddering with such intensity that even my monstrous strength barely restrains her. She clenches around me, hot and wet, and I roar with my release.
My spine arches. Fire bursts from me, lighting the cave in a spray of glowing silver and gold. My cock thickens at the base, swelling into that firm, pulsing knot that locks us together, sealing us.
She cries out again in pure, shattering ecstasy. Her back bows, her mouth open in a silent scream as my knot expands, anchoring us. Magic floods her in glowing streams of heat coursing into her womb, her heart, her soul.
Runes bloom across her skin, etching her with my mark, obsidian, and silver, sliding themselves down her spine where the alpha mate mark lives. Her chest glows with the imprint of our bond, an unbreakable thread of power interlacing across her ribs.
Darial groans softly, overcome, and buries his face in her neck. “She’s glowing. Fuck, Kelan. She’s lit up like a goddess.”
“I feel it,” Aura gasps, tears flowing from her eyes. “I feel everything.”
When I collapse next to her, still joined by my knot, I pull her into my arms. My wings fold around her, a cocoon of protective shadow.
She’s shaking from aftershocks that travel through her body, causing it to clamp around my knot, over and over.
I grit my teeth as the rising tide of another release surges along my spine.
I fill her again, and she groans, writhing on me like she wants more.
I grip her face and kiss her, but it doesn’t calm her.
Instead, she jerks against me, until I spill inside her again.
“Fuck,” Ronyn says, caressing her back, over the newly etched runes which mark her as ours. “She must be full by now.”
I flip onto my back, taking Aura with me so she’s straddling my hips. I stroke a taloned finger down the center of her body, between her round breasts marked with splashes of firelight, to her belly, which bulges with my seed.
“Be still, mate,” I command as she continues to shift and whimper.
“You’re full to bursting. The knot won’t bind us for much longer, and then Darial and Ronyn will satisfy your hunger.
” I circle a nipple with my claw, watching it tighten.
With my forked tongue, I tease it until she arches her spine, crying out to the goddess.
My knot releases, and I shift until my tail emerges behind me.
I wrap it around her, bring her flush with my body, and use my arms to rise.
When we separate, the flood that will spill from between her thighs will ruin the furs.
She gasps as I carry her across the cave. It’s only when we’re over a narrow shaft that disappears into darkness that I lift her from me. The rush of fluids leaves her, and her body sags against mine. I let my body return fully to its human form so I can cradle her against me.
“Aura,” I murmur against her damp temple. I lift a strand of her hair, finding it has darkened during our coupling. She’s absorbed some of my obsidian.
“The claim is complete.”
She moans softly as I lower her back to the furs, and Darial curls against her back, his lips brushing her shoulder, golden eyes wide with awe.
Ronyn stretches out on her other side, one arm draped possessively over her waist, the other cupping her breast, thumbing gently at the hard peak still flushed from use.
“You took him like a queen,” Ronyn murmurs, voice ragged.
Aura blushes, breathless. “I didn’t know I could be like this. Like I’m burning and flying and… safe.”
“You’re home,” I murmur against her temple.
Ronyn turns her, pressing his cock against her ass, teeth scraping lightly at her shoulder. “She’s still so wet, Kelan. So fucking open.”
“She isn’t done,” Darial adds. “And neither are we.”
Her body trembles between them in readiness, and the dragon in me stirs again, because it seems that once isn’t enough for a mate like Aura, or for an alpha dragon lord like me.