Chapter 15 #3
Her orgasm crashes through me so hard it nearly drags me over with her.
I feel what she feels—the pulsing waves of pleasure, the way her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, the blinding intensity that wipes out thought.
I keep my mouth on her clit, tongue working through the pulses, fingers stroking inside while she falls apart.
When the trembling slows, I pull back enough to look up at her. Her head is thrown back, chest heaving, hair spread across the furs. She's beautiful like this.
"Look at me."
Her eyes flutter open. Dazed. Sated.
"We're not done." I keep my fingers inside her, start moving them again. Slow. Deliberate. "You're dragon now. Which means I can make you come as many times as I want before I even get my cock inside you."
"Finn—I can't—too much—"
"You can." I add a third finger, stretching her. "And you will. Because your body is mine. This pussy is mine. And I'm going to use it until you're mindless."
The crude language makes her clench around my fingers. Fresh arousal spikes despite the orgasm still rippling through her—being claimed verbally makes her wetter.
"You like that." I thrust my fingers deeper. "You like hearing me say this pussy belongs to me."
"Yes." The admission tears out of her.
"Then I'll keep saying it." I lower my mouth to her again, but this time I lick lower. Through her folds, over her entrance where my fingers are stretching her open, down to the tight ring of muscle below. Her entire body jolts when my tongue touches her there.
"Finn—what—"
"Relax." I circle the forbidden flesh with the tip of my tongue while my fingers keep working inside her. "Everything about you is mine. Every hole. Every sound. Every orgasm."
I press my tongue against her harder, not penetrating, just teasing, while my fingers curl inside to stroke that spot again. The dual sensation makes her mindless. She's babbling now, my name mixed with pleas and curses, and I keep going until she's trembling on the edge.
"Come." The command whips through the bond. "Now."
She does. Even harder this time. Her inner walls spasm around my fingers while I keep my tongue pressed to that forbidden spot, and the intensity of it ripples through our connection until I'm groaning against her flesh.
I pull back when the trembling stops, leaving her boneless beneath me.
Then I kiss my way up her body. Slowly. Tasting salt-slick skin.
Her belly where our child could be growing—I press my mouth there, feeling the possibility burn through the bond.
Her breasts, paying attention to both until she's arching into my mouth.
Her throat, her jaw, until finally I reach her mouth.
She kisses me desperately, tasting herself on my tongue.
"More."
"Greedy."
"Always." Her hand finds my cock, wraps around it with dragon strength that makes me groan. "I want you inside me. Now."
I move between her thighs, settling into position. The head of my cock presses against her entrance and we both go still. She's slick from my mouth, from her orgasms, and I can feel how open she is. Ready.
This matters. Not just sex. Not just claiming. Creating life together.
"Finn." Her voice is soft but certain. "I'm not fragile."
"I know." I rock forward, just the head breaching her entrance. The sensation makes us both gasp. "But you might be carrying my child. So I'm taking my time. Making sure you feel every second of me reveling in what's mine."
I seat myself fully and she cries out. The sensation punches through me—tight, wet heat clenching around every inch of my cock, everything amplified until I can feel myself inside her from both perspectives.
"Feel that?" I don't move yet. Just let her adjust. Let us both adjust to the overwhelming rightness of this. "Feel how perfectly you take me?"
"Yes." She tries to rock her hips and I pin them down.
"Stay still." The command rumbles in my chest. "I'm going to fuck you slowly. Make you feel every inch. And you're going to lie there and take it until I decide you've had enough."
Submission and arousal spike so hard she clenches around my cock. My mate wants to be controlled, wants to surrender—good, because I like giving orders.
I start to move. Long, slow strokes that drag every inch of my cock through her tight heat. Pull almost all the way out, push all the way back in. Over and over. Deliberate. Controlled.
"Finn—please—faster—"
"No." Another slow thrust. "You're going to take what I give you. This pussy belongs to me, which means I fuck it how I want."
She moans. Her inner walls ripple around me and I feel her climbing toward another orgasm already. Dragon endurance. Dragon need. Everything amplified by the bond.
"That's it." I keep the slow pace even though every instinct screams to rut into her hard and fast. "I can feel you getting close. Feel how tight you're getting around my cock."
"Please—I need—"
"Need what?" I thrust deeper, grinding against her clit. "Need to come again?"
"Yes—please—"
"Then tell me." I lean down, brace my forearms on either side of her head so I can watch her face while I fuck her. "Tell me what you need."
"I need to come on your cock." The words tear out of her. "Please, Finn, I need it."
I increase the pace slightly. Still controlled but harder now. "You ask so nicely when you're desperate."
I reach between us, find her clit, and press hard while I thrust deep. She screams. The orgasm rips through her and I feel every pulse—her entire body clenching, white-hot pleasure making conscious thought impossible, coming apart completely.
And I don't stop.
I keep fucking her through it, each thrust extending the orgasm until she's sobbing with the intensity. The bond flares white-hot—pleasure edging toward overload. I slow down. Long, deep strokes instead of hard and fast.
"You're so fucking perfect." I kiss her while I move inside her. "Taking my cock so well. Coming so hard for me."
"Finn." She's trembling. "I can't—not again—"
"Yes you can." I change the angle, hitting that spot inside that makes her vision go white. "One more. Give me one more and then I'll come inside you."
"I can't—"
"You can." I increase the pace again. Harder now. Faster. Dragon strength meeting dragon endurance, both of us slick with sweat, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing off cave walls. "Come on my cock one more time. Let me feel it."
I feel her climbing through the bond. Higher and higher. The pleasure building to impossible levels. I reach between us, find her clit, and send a thought through our connection: Now.
The mental command combined with physical touch shatters her. She comes with a scream that vibrates through our connection. The sensation drags me over with her. I come hard, emptying myself inside her while our minds tangle through the link.
Mine. Yours. Ours.
The orgasm seems to last forever. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing through both of us, amplified by the bond until we're both mindless with it. When it finally fades, I collapse on top of her, barely catching myself before I crush her.
We collapse together. Breathing hard. Sweat-slicked and tangled.
I move us both so she's draped across my chest rather than crushed beneath me. She settles against me, tucking her head under my chin where she belongs.
Satisfaction. Love. The bone-deep rightness of this.
"So." Her voice is sleep-rough already. "Dragon pregnancy."
"Unknown duration. Faster than human. Magical variables." I run my fingers through her hair. "We'll figure it out as we go."
"I want to document everything." The scientist surfacing even now. "First dragon birth in generations. The data alone—"
"Later." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "Right now you rest."
"Bossy."
"Dragon." As if that explains everything.
Maybe it does.
Silence settles over us. The kind that comes after good sex and better conversations. The kind built on certainty rather than uncertainty.
My hand finds her belly. Flat still. But I can feel it through the bond. The presence of our child. Small and growing and absolutely real.
"The Brotherhood will help if you're pregnant." My voice rumbles in my chest. "Expanding the cave. Preparing. This child would have an entire community invested in their survival."
"If I'm pregnant." She keeps the qualifier even now. Her hand covers mine. "I need to verify first. Build certainty from data."
"And if you are?"
"Then we figure out how to raise a baby dragon together." Her voice carries determination layered over fear. "Because I'll have no idea what I'm doing."
"Neither will I."
"We'll figure it out together."
Together. That word again. Settling into my bones like truth.
We lie there tangled while exhaustion pulls us both toward sleep. Her consciousness starts to drift, thoughts fragmenting into dreams.
One last coherent thought from her before she slips under: Possible child. Possible future.
Yes.
I hold her while she sleeps. My mate. My dragon. Maybe carrying the first dragon born in generations.
Everything Mikhail spent centuries trying to destroy, yet here I lie with my mate in my arms and the future spreading out before us like uncharted ocean.
The first of our new dragon generation.
Our child will know peace. Will grow up protected by the Brotherhood and loved by a community that fought for its right to exist. Will learn to fly in skies Mikhail will never darken again.
Will continue a line that refused to die.
My hand stays pressed against Lila's belly. Her breathing evens out, deep and steady. The cave settles into silence broken only by waves against stone and the slow drip of water from mineral formations overhead.
I should sleep. Rest while I can.
But I stay awake, watching her chest rise and fall, feeling the bond pulse between us with each heartbeat. Centuries alone. Centuries convinced my line ended with Saoirse's death.
Now I have this.
A mate. A child. A future I never let myself imagine.
The ocean calls through the cave entrance. Familiar. Constant. The same rhythm that's marked my existence since before humans built their first boats.
I tighten my arm around Lila and she moves closer in her sleep, murmuring something I can't make out. Her hand finds mine where it rests against her belly. Our fingers lace together.
This. This is worth everything.