“Nyra,” he growled when she went limp, “either walk like a normal human being or I will take away your ability to do so.”
“You should know by now that I’m not scared of you.”
In one swift motion, he had her thrown over his shoulder, her ass jiggling in the air beside his head.
“Put me down!” she hissed, thrashing like a wild animal against him.
He smacked her ass, imagining the feel of her naked flesh beneath his palm. “I warned you, wildling. You chose not to obey me, now deal with the consequences.”
“I’m not a bloody child!”
“Then stop acting like one.”
Huffing and puffing and crossing her arms across her chest, Raiden couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as she finally settled down. Indeed, he couldn’t have asked for a more perfect female to tie himself to.
She was fierce, strong, courageous, and even more alarming, could hold her own against him, a trait that he greatly admired in her. He was a big fucker, an intimidating male. No one had ever dared to talk back to him, especially not a woman half his size.
He rubbed her thighs soothingly, needing to touch her as his mind aimlessly wandered.
At first it had started off with Raiden wanting to find his mate for selfish reasons, to stop the curse from turning him permanently into a dragon. He hadn’t really cared about whether or not his mate would want him or if anything would ever come out of their bond. She would have been a means to an end, a necessary pawn in the fight for his freedom.
But something had changed that day in that village. When that tiny woman had fearlessly run against the tide, risking her own life just to save complete strangers, as if there was never a dilemma about it to begin with.
Seasoned warriors had run for the hills when faced with him. Had killed each other as an offering for an inkling of the silver beast’s mercy. Yet, there she hadbeen, a mere commoner, with no army at her back, staring Raiden dead in the eyes as she had unleashed her weapon at him. For years, those images had replayed in his head, obsessing over every little detail, driving him mad with the need to find Nyra and bind her to him.
Palm gliding along her toned muscles, he suddenly had a desperate urge to see her.
Lowering her down from his shoulders with one arm wrapped around her knees and the other cupping her head, he realized that she had actually fallen asleep.
Well, will you look at that. The wildcat likes to cuddle. Who would have guessed?
He grinned in satisfaction, inspecting her features. She looked so peaceful in his arms, the feisty woman from before replaced by this almost angelic being.
A pang hit his chest then, so sudden that it took his breath away. Unbridled rage roared through him, his blood pumping, the dragon in him clawing to get out, to destroy everything in his path that would threaten his female.
He didn’t dare dissect the murderous emotions swarming his system, nor the overly disturbing fact that he would do fuckinganythingto protect this rare gem that he had just met. To make the world a safer place forthe little vixen, just so that she may always sleep so peacefully in his arms.
He glanced at her lips.
Those soft, juicy lips.
Lips that he would kill for, would set the world aflame for. Lips that he had devoured not mere hours ago, that he needed to taste once more before the night was through. Lips that he could picture so vividly wrapped around his fat cock, sucking him off, draining his cum as he emptied down her tight throat.
His steps resumed, forcing the filthy thoughts out of his head, the entrance to the tunnels leading to his lair not too far away now.
For the first time in his life, Raiden didn’t know what to do. How to act. He was in unchartered territory.
Never in his wildest dreams had he even imagined that the one woman that he had been searching for his entire life and the woman that had disappeared after shooting him down from the sky were the one and the same, and that he would find her once more in some desolate village tavern.
He would have laughed in any other circumstances at the absurdity of the situation. Instead, fury made Raiden see red.
She had almost killed him.
His own mate, for fuck’s sake.
Would have been successful had her spear not missed its mark by a mere hairsbreadth. In any other instance, it wouldn’t have made a difference, the attack on his life would have been futile, the results nonexistent, leaving Raiden unscathed and very much alive even if attempted a thousand times more.
Except, it turned out that Nyrawashis fated mate and therefore, his only weakness. And the only way for a Raijin to die was by a blade directly to the heart administered by none other than his destined one.
