Chapter 13 #2
So I claim her now. Completely. Until the bond burns so bright that death itself couldn't sever it.
I drop to my knees and her eyes go wide. "Spread your legs."
Her thighs part, already wet and glistening. My hands grip her hips and pull her forward, forcing her weight onto my shoulders. Then my mouth is on her.
She cries out and her hands start to drop but I growl against her flesh. "Don't move."
Her hands go back up, braced against stone, while I work her with my tongue. I trace slow circles around her clit that make her hips try to rock, but my hands hold her still. She's pinned. Controlled. Exactly where I want her.
"Finn, please—"
"Be quiet." I drag my tongue through her folds, tasting arousal that coats my lips. "I'm going to lick this pussy until I make you come on my tongue while you keep those hands on the stone."
I feel her pleasure spike through the bond. The command turns her on, makes her wetter. Good.
I flatten my tongue and lick from entrance to clit in one long stroke.
She gasps and I do it again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her.
It's sweet and salt and that distinctive flavor that means she's mine.
Through the bond I feel what she's experiencing—the wet heat of my mouth, the slight scrape of stubble against sensitive inner thighs, the way anticipation builds with every deliberate pass of my tongue.
"You taste fucking perfect." The words vibrate against her flesh. "I could eat you for hours."
Her thighs start to shake and I haven't even focused on her clit yet. Just broad strokes, patient exploration, cataloguing what makes her breathing hitch versus what makes her moan.
I suck one of her lower lips into my mouth and she whimpers. Her desperate need crashes across the connection—the wanting, the building pleasure, the struggle to keep her hands raised when every instinct demands she grab my hair and grind against my face.
I reward the obedience with focused attention on her clit. Quick flicks of my tongue that make her cry out. "Stay just like that."
Two fingers slide into her while my mouth works her clit. She's so wet I meet no resistance, her body opening for me, clenching around the intrusion. Curling them, I find the spot that makes her whole body go taut.
"Right there." The sharp pleasure shoots through her when I press against that internal spot—I can sense it in the connection. "That's what you need."
I work her with ruthless precision now. My fingers curl brutal and exact against that sweet spot while my tongue circles her clit in the pattern that makes her thighs tremble.
I catalogue every response through the connection—what makes her gasp versus moan versus that broken sound that means she's close to the edge.
"Finn, I need—"
"Not yet." I slow my rhythm, keeping her hanging on the edge. "You come when I say. Not before."
She makes a sound of frustration and I smile against her flesh. Dragon fire heats my breath and I exhale warm air across her oversensitive clit. Her hips jerk and I press down harder with my tongue, holding her right on that knife's edge between pleasure and release.
"Please." She's begging now, voice breaking. "Please, I can't—"
"You can." A third finger joins the others, stretching her wider, filling her. "You're going to hold it until I'm satisfied. Until I've tasted every drop of you."
Her desperation bleeds into mine. The pleasure builds and builds, cresting in waves that threaten to break with every stroke of my tongue. She fights it, muscles clenched, trying to obey even as her body screams for release.
When I'm satisfied she's desperate enough, when sweat sheens her skin and her breath comes in broken gasps, I suck her clit hard between my lips and growl. "Come. Now."
The vibration combined with permission shatters her control.
Orgasm explodes across the connection as she clenches rhythmically around my fingers.
I experience it from both sides—my satisfaction at making her fall apart, her overwhelming pleasure as every nerve fires at once.
I hear the sounds tearing from her throat, feel the way her thighs shake against my shoulders, taste the flood of arousal that coats my fingers.
I work her through it, gentler now, drawing out the aftershocks until she's gasping and oversensitive.
Before she's fully recovered, I'm on my feet, spinning her to face the wall. "Hands on the stone. Ass out. Now."
Shaky legs move as I command and I kick her feet wider, positioning her exactly how I want her. She's bent forward at the waist, completely exposed, wet and swollen from my mouth. I stand behind her, feeling her heat even before I touch her.
"Feel this cock?" I press the head against her entrance, not entering yet. Just letting her feel how hard she makes me.
"Yes." She tries to push back, take me in, but my hands clamp on her hips, holding her still.
"Did I say you could move?"
"No." The word comes out breathless.
My cock drags through her folds, coating myself in her wetness, the head bumping against her clit with each pass. "You stand there. You take what I give you. You don't move unless I tell you to."
Her frustration bleeds into arousal through the connection. She likes this—likes being controlled, positioned, used for my pleasure.
I drive into her with one brutal stroke that seats me completely.
"Fuck." The word rips from my chest. She's tight and hot, gripping my cock like a fist. I can feel it from her side too—the stretch, the fullness, the way I'm buried so deep she can feel me everywhere.
I don't give her time to adjust. I just pull back and slam in again, setting a rhythm designed to make her scream. Hard, deep, ruthless. My fingers dig into her flesh and I want that—want evidence on her skin that she's mine.
"This is what you need." I lean forward, voice rough against her ear. "My cock buried deep. Hard and fast."
"Yes." She can barely form words. "God, yes—"
"Feel how deep I am?" The angle changes and she cries out. "Feel how you take every inch like you were made for my cock?"
"Yours." The word comes out broken. "It's yours."
"That's right." I fuck her harder now, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off cave walls. "This cunt is mine. This body is mine. All of you belongs to me."
Her pleasure builds again, impossibly fast. The stretch and burn and fullness combine with the angle that makes my cock drag against sensitive spots with every thrust. Her hands grip the stone wall, knuckles white, using it for leverage as I pound into her.
Reaching around, I find her clit, fingers working the swollen flesh in rough circles. "You're going to come on my cock. Going to let me feel you squeeze me while you scream my name."
"Finn—" She's close, teetering on the edge.
"Not yet." I slow my rhythm, making each thrust deliberate and measured. I pull almost all the way out before driving back in with force that makes her whole body jolt. "You hold it. Fight it. Don't you dare come until I say."
Her desperate need crashes into me. She's fighting the climax, muscles clenched, trying to obey even as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her. I feel the struggle, the way her control fractures with every deep thrust.
I show her what I want—images flashing across the connection. Her pinned beneath me, throat in my hand, body marked by my teeth. Her in dragon form, flying beside me through storms. Her centuries from now, still mine, still taking my cock and demanding more.
"Tonight we fight." I drive in deep and stay there, grinding against her. "But right now you're mine. My mate. My dragon. Mine."
Her pussy flutters around me, trying to milk my cock. I can feel how close she is through the bond, pleasure cresting so high it's almost pain.
"Please." She's begging again, voice wrecked. "Please, Finn, I need—"
"Come for me my beautiful mate."
Permission shatters her. Orgasm rips through her with enough force that I feel it echo—overwhelming pleasure that whites out thought, makes her inner walls clench rhythmically around my cock, tears a scream from her throat that fills the cave.
The sensation combined with experiencing her climax from her perspective pushes me over the edge.
Burying myself deep, I come, cock pulsing as I empty myself inside her.
She experiences it too—the way she grips me, the satisfaction that roars through my chest, the primal certainty that she's mine and I'm never letting go.
We stay locked together, both struggling for breath, my cock still buried inside her as aftershocks roll through us both. Pressing my forehead against her shoulder blade, I try to catch my breath.
"Not done." My voice comes out rougher than intended.
She makes a sound of disbelief. "Finn—"
"The furs." Pulling out slowly, I watch her whimper at the loss. "We have time for one more. One final claiming before battle."
She moves on shaky legs and I follow, watching the way she walks. I see the marks on her hips from my hands, the way my cum starts to leak down her inner thigh. Satisfaction burns through me at the sight.
When she reaches the furs I catch her, spin her around, and press her down onto her back. She looks up at me with pupils blown wide, copper hair spread across dark fur, chest heaving with each breath.
"Legs over my shoulders." I kneel between her thighs and she complies, letting me fold her nearly in half. The position opens her completely, makes her vulnerable in ways that have my cock hardening again despite just finishing.
I slide back inside her and we both groan at the sensation. This angle lets me go deeper, hit spots that make her eyes roll back.
"Look at me." My hand wraps around her throat, not squeezing yet. Just resting there. A promise. "Through the bond. Look at me."
She opens the connection completely and I show her what I see. Her body beneath mine, marked and claimed and thoroughly fucked. The bite on her shoulder that declares her mine. The bruises forming on her hips. The way her pussy stretches around my cock, taking every inch.
And underneath the physical—certainty that burns through the bond. Mine. Tomorrow and every day after.
Her response flows back just as fierce. Yours.
I start to move, slow and deep, watching her face. My hand tightens slightly on her throat and her pussy clenches in response. She likes it. Likes the controlled danger, the reminder that I could hurt her but choose not to.
"This is what it’s all about." Each word punctuated by a thrust. "Keeping you. Destroying anyone who tries to take you."
"Yes." She reaches up, fingers digging into my shoulders. "Yes."
I fuck her slowly, deliberately, each stroke deep and measured. Drawing it out. Making this last. Pleasure builds gradually, layering with possessive need that burns hotter than dragon fire.
"Feel that?" I grind against her, changing the angle. "Feel this cock buried in your pussy?"
"Yes." Her voice breaks. "God, Finn—"
I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off air just enough to make breathing difficult. Her pupils dilate further and arousal spikes sharp. The edge of danger heightens everything.
I lean down, teeth finding the claiming bite on her shoulder. I bite down—not breaking skin but hard enough to send sensation flooding between us. Her pussy clenches around me and I groan against her skin.
Images flash—not words, not promises, just raw certainty. I see her alive, fighting beside me, surviving. The dragon won't accept any other outcome.
She feels it, responds with matching ferocity. Her hands frame my face, forcing me to meet her eyes. The connection blazes between us, brighter than it's ever burned.
I fuck her harder now, chasing the climax building in both of us. The angle has my cock hitting deep, dragging against spots that make her cry out with every thrust. Our pleasure spirals higher, feeding off each other, amplifying until neither of us can tell where one ends and the other begins.
"Finn—" She's close, I can feel it.
"With me." My rhythm turns desperate, control fracturing. "Come with me."
Everything I'm feeling floods across the connection—my approaching climax, the way her pussy feels wrapped around my cock, the satisfaction at watching her fall apart beneath me. Pure possession with no softness to dilute it.
She shatters first, orgasm ripping through her with enough force to drag me over the edge.
We come together, the connection blazing white-hot as pleasure crashes through both of us.
I feel her pussy milking my cock, feel my cum flooding her, feel the absolute certainty that she's mine and I'm hers and nothing will separate us.
I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest. My hand finds the claiming bite and I press my thumb against it, feeling her pulse steady and strong.
"Time to get ready." My voice comes out rougher than intended.
"I know." She doesn't move. "Finn. Whatever happens—"
"We both come back." I turn her to face me. "That's not a hope. That's a certainty. Understand?"
She studies my face and I let her feel my absolute conviction. "I understand."
We rise and shift, heading to the entrance of the cave before launching. We fly to the northern cliffs as the sun descends toward the horizon. Storm clouds build, the wind picking up from the north. The Brotherhood waits when we land. Declan and the others spread in defensive positions.
Kian, Rafe, and Grayson shift without discussion. Tiger, panther, bear—they disappear into the gathering darkness, heading north toward the lighthouse where Moira's being held.
Declan shifts, his wolf form powerful and deadly in the fading light.
He’ll run the ridgeline while we take to the sky, my mate and I cutting through the air toward the convergence point.
We’ll arrive exactly as Mikhail demands—on his terms, but ready to give him the fight he’s been planning for centuries.
The convergence point sits where ancient standing stones circle near tidal pools, three ley lines intersecting in patterns that amplify magic. Mikhail would have chosen this carefully. High magical energy. The perfect location to stage whatever working he's planned.
He may think he knows what to expect, but he's not counting on the variables he can't control. Two dragons instead of one. The Brotherhood at our backs. A scientist-turned-warrior who understands how to turn environmental factors into tactical advantage.
The sun touches the horizon, painting everything in shades of blood and gold.
I look at Lila and she meets my eyes. Certainty flows between us, and then we're airborne—two dragons rising into the dying light.
Time to end this.