“What was I thinking, challenging my King, Layla?” Dusk rasped, hitching another hard breath as more tears came sliding down. “I’ve fucked us! Just his magical dampening on this jet—! What do I have compared to that?”
“You have heart, Dusk, and you acted with it the moment you let yourself be who you really are, unleashing your Dragon,” she soothed him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders now, holding him close. “The world is bigger than just you and me, and you saw it when you looked into the faces of your new clan members. You saw their pain of living under King Markus’ rule, just like yours. Maybe you made the decision to stand up to your King for yourself, initially… but now you do it for all those whose hearts have been broken living in his shadow.”
“But what if I lose you?” He gasped, shuddering. “What if I die and break the Bind, and you and Adrian, Reginald, and Rhennic all go mad?”
“That’s not going to happen,” Layla shushed him, feeling a vast warmth in her heart as her drakaina bolstered their Bind, pouring golden love into Dusk. “I’ll be with you, and our special delivery is coming.”
“I love you, Layla!” He gasped, cradling her close and not letting himself slip out just yet. “I’m so sorry for all this—!”
“Shh…” she spoke as she kissed him again. “You will stand strong, my drake. You will face your King with me beside you, and Adrian, and the others. With the power of the Bind and the power in your heart… we will take him down, whatever it takes. I promise.”
At last, Dusk came to stillness in her arms. With a hard sigh, he let her down at last, his sleek scales catching her tender places with a sweet soreness as she slid down his well-muscled body. Corralling her in the water’s warmth, he held her a long moment as they breathed together, warm and close. Reaching out with Layla still cuddled to him, Dusk took up a loofah. Pouring body soap on the loofah, he scrubbed slow, gentle strokes over her back. It was soothing and Layla drifted as he washed her, honoring her breasts and belly with his slow, gentle strokes. Following the passage of the loofah with his eyes, his gaze was like a holy light as he beheld every part of her, even bending to his knees to lift her feet and wash her soles.
When there was nothing left to wash, Layla took the loofah, gazing up into Dusk’s eyes and washing him in return. She let herself remember every inch of his incredible beauty as she went through the slow ritual. Part of her wanted to cry, and part of her simply wanted to remember it all in case she never got to see him again. From the beauty of his eyes as he stared down at her to the fullness of his slightly dusky lips as he smiled, to the serrated midnight scales at his collarbones and the vibrant fractals of gold glimmering in the water’s flow.
Sluicing every part of him, she reveled in his strong muscles with their classically sculpted shape. Kneeling, she gently washed his groin as she admired its dusky hue, fractals of gold blushing through it now. As Dusk stroked her hair, Layla kissed his inner thighs, moving her lips to him. Taking him into her mouth, she sucked him, his entire body giving a shudder of pleasure for her.
He stroked her hair as she took him, deep and slow so they could both enjoy it. Dusk had blocked the water with his back so she wasn’t drowning, and Layla enjoyed the pleasure of him in her mouth, firm and ready again as she moved faster. His thighs gripped under her hands, and as she cupped him, he gave a shaky exhalation, shuddering to the tips of his toes. Cupping her head tenderly as she worked him harder, his hands were neither forcing nor demanding. But as she began to use her hands to help, he made a low growl in his throat, stroking her hair with more ardor now.
“Layla, I’m not going to last…” He growled, flexing hard under her hands and in her mouth.
“I don’t want you to last,” she spoke, pausing just enough to catch her breath. “I want you to come for me.”
“Goddess…” He sighed, shuddering hard and trying not to grip her head, though she could feel he wanted to. Bracing a hand against the shower with the other gently cradling her, he was thrusting subtly now, and Layla weathered it as she gripped his hips and phallus with her hands. A voracious need opened inside her as her drakaina roared, wanting to give him this. As their rhythm quickened, Layla spiraled into a blissful, timeless place, matching his rhythm with one of her own. And as he finally cried out, spilling in her mouth, she swallowed it down – reveling in the hot, sweet taste of him.
Shuddering to the foundations of the earth, Dusk collapsed to his knees in the shower, spent. Without pause, he kissed her, devouring her mouth as the taste of him was shared between them.
“God, I love you!” He gasped, finally breaking apart as he gripped Layla close, kissing her neck like an animal.
“I love you, too.” She growled back, passionate with heat as he reached up and quickly shut off the water so they weren’t drowned. Still kissing her, Dusk pushed her backward, and Layla succumbed to him as he trapped her to the tiled floor with his kiss and his body. Despite his previous orgasms, he was still hard as he slid deep inside her, and she was wet again as he took her – fucking her fierce and wanton like an animal.
It didn’t last long this time, though it was glorious. With one last thrust, they both erupted into climax, then collapsed to a spent heap in the bottom of the shower. Dusk heaved atop her, his ribs like bellows as his strong chest worked hard to catch his breath. And Layla heaved beneath him, clutching him close.
Never wanting to let him go.
At last, they had to part. Coming unwound from her with shaky movements, Dusk had a diamond-fire in his eyes as he pressed her with one last kiss. Gently washing out her nethers with the loofah, he made her squirm with delight before he turned the shower on and sluiced water over them both. She went to wash him, but with an outstretched hand and a wry smile, as if touching him again would lead to more sex, Dusk washed himself, then turned off the water. Helping Layla up, he escorted her through the glass doors, using a fluffy towel to dry her as he cuddled her in his arms, kissing her lips.
After brisking himself off, Dusk guided them back out to the walk-in closet. They dressed quickly and in silence, though Layla could feel his eyes on her the entire time. When Dusk was smoother than James Bond at the Casino Royale, expertly palming his hair back into artful waves, and Layla was dressed to the nines like Katherine Hepburn, pinning her blow-dried and smoothed curls up over one shoulder, they glanced at each other in the gilded wardrobe mirror. With a dark-bright smile, Dusk extended his arm and Layla took it, feeling more like royalty than she’d ever felt in her entire life.
Just because she was near him.
As they returned to the main area of the jet, Layla could feel something inside Dusk had steadied. As if their lovemaking had given him strength, he walked tall and strong as he escorted Layla back to where Davira now waited in her previous seat by the coffee table. Davira’s shocked raised eyebrows and open mouth were testament to how much Layla and Dusk had changed in the past hour. As they buckled in on the chaise, Dusk slid a possessive hand up Layla’s thigh, stroking her bare skin through a high slit in her gown as he glowered sexily at Davira.
Pouring a deep rumble through Layla from his growl, Dusk raised every hair on Layla’s body through the Bind – and Davira flushed, hard. Feeling Dusk’s resonance through the Bind just as before, Davira looked away, breathing fast as Dusk’s rumbles shuddered her to the tips of her black stilettos. As Dusk flooded Layla with heat and lust and sex through the Bind, she watched the resonance nearly bring the statuesque Davira to her knees where she sat. Her panties were probably entirely wet as she turned enormous eyes to Dusk, watching him like he was suddenly very dangerous – and very alluring.
“Stop that.” She whispered, but it was breathy and came with a lick of her lips.
“Make me.” Dusk growled handsomely, stroking Layla’s bare thigh through the high slit of her white gown. Realizing what he was doing with his power play, Layla joined her power to Dusk’s, letting the wanton delight of her drakaina join the hot, sexy game. As her golden coils expanded, surging through Dusk, Davira shuddered hard with pleasure as if feeling Layla’s Dragon also. Increasing her pleasure, Layla used her fire-bright coils in a way Adrian could – to stroke Dusk gently, firmly, between the thighs.
Davira felt it, just as Layla had intended her to. As if Layla had used her magic to stroke the emissary deep between her legs instead of Dusk, Davira gasped at Layla, her labradorite eyes flaring with heat as something in them roiled with need. As Layla watched, smoky grey scales with luminous colors blossomed at Davira’s cheeks and temples, entirely present now rather than just a mirage like before. Davira’s eyes brightened and Layla felt a familiar need surface.
The need of a Royal Dragon wanting a Royal Dragon Bind.
Lifting an eyebrow, Layla settled back on the chaise, letting Dusk stroke her hip, his sweet touches sliding between her thighs now to stroke gently over her lace thong, adding to the sensation being leveled at Davira. Pouring all that heat and sex into her golden coils, Layla wrapped them around Dusk as Dusk added sensual rumbles back to Layla. They had addressed their need earlier, but Davira had not, and as Layla felt both of them stroking King Markus’ poised emissary from a distance, she felt the woman heighten with a hard gasp. As their resonance from the Bind found a way around King Markus’ wards, Davira came to their pleasure, arching in her seat with a cry. Gripping her hands into her neck as her face flushed, the smoky scales along her outer cheeks flared as a wash of teal and emerald color cascaded through her long black hair. Opening her eyes, they were shot through with light as she stared at Layla and Dusk, drowning in their Bound power.
“What…?” She whispered, licking her lips. “Whoareyou two?”
Leaning forward in his seat, Dusk stared her down, putting hard power behind his rumbles now – enough to shudder the coffee table between them even though King Markus’ wards dissipated most of it. “I am the man who is going to take down your King, woman, and this here beside me is the Royal Dragon Bind. If Markus Ambrose can feel me through you, if he can feel this now, then he will know she and I are coming for him. For the first time in generations, we bring the fight to Markus – but it’s not just Layla and I who will be fighting. So I encourage you to pick a side, emissary. What have you sacrificed to remain in your King’s good graces? Because everyone else I know has sacrificed much, and I don’t doubt you are the same. But under Layla’s Bind, there is no sacrifice, only plenty. Plenty for us all – to take back our Lineage and make a better life.”
