She was inside him. Just as he was inside her.
Their bodies were one, their souls fused, their magic tangled together in a bond so deep it could never be undone.
And when he whispered her name, voice wrecked, his hands shaking as they moved over her?—
Her senses exploded like a handful of glitter thrown into the wind, sparkling and bright and impossible to contain. Pleasure rushed through her, burst out of her, filled the air, the sky, the stars, the entire universe. He was right there with her, his cock moving inside her as he came inside her, filled her with his seed, with magic.
The dragonfire surrounding them flared, surging upward, a column of golden-red heat spiraling into the heavens as if the gods themselves were witnessing what had just been forged.
Her soul flew free, weightless, endless, untethered?—
And he was there, holding her.
Grounding her.
Keeping her safe as she let go, as she soared, as she came undone in his arms.
Her world was Vector.
And nothing else mattered.
EPILOGUE
Italy - King Ryker’s Estate
The estate wassomething out of a dream. Just like the wedding ring on her finger and the man with his arm draped over the back of her chair. The estate belonged to Vector’s family, the Draquonir family. She’d done a quick online search and nearly fainted. No one in the world knew what they really were, of course. Dragons. Immortal, shapeshifting, gorgeous freakingdragons.
What the world did know was that they were rich. Not just I own a couple skyscrapers in London, rich. Old money. Billions upon billions upon billions, according to the internet. Every male member of the family had countless paparazzi photos, rampant speculation about why there were so many highly sought after bachelors who refused to get married. God help the ladies of the world, every single one of them was freaking gorgeous. King Erik and his guardians, too.
Raven knew why. They couldn’t just see a girl, date her and fall in love. No. The dragon had to choose, and, according to hernew sister-in-law, Katy, Raven was only the second human brideever.
The dragons were dying. Giving up hope. Not because they didn’t have any females. In fact, a couple of them were on King Ryker’s personal guard, just as hopelessly single as the men. For some reason no one understood, the dragons had stopped finding mates, someone to share their dragonfire with.
Raven was staring at Ryker, wondering what his dragon looked like. Vector told her his brother’s dragon was black as night. Obsidian. She’d seen Erik and his silvery brilliance. Vector’s ruby red. Beautiful and so surreal.
Not for the first time in the last few weeks she wondered how the hell she’d ended up visiting Italy, married to a billionaire dragon with deadly, magical in-laws.
Life was unpredictable and slightly insane. She leaned into Vector’s shoulder and soaked in his heat. And perfect.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you, mate.”
She would never tire of hearing it. “I love you, too.”
“This place is amazing.” Raven smiled at Katy, wanting to be friends. They were, after all, sisters now. She’d never had a sister before. Or a mate totally, hopelessly, completely devoted to her. And to getting her naked and begging at every available opportunity. Not that she was complaining.
“We only come here on weekends. Ryker has a lot of work in the city.” Katy sighed and gave Ryker a look Raven knew all too well. Love. Devotion. Trust. “Although I do love flying out here.”
Ryker lifted her hand and placed a gentle kiss in the center of her palm. “Which is why we come.”
If Vector wasn’t lightly rubbing her back, Raven might be jealous. Hell, a few months ago she would have sold a kidney to get a love like that. Now she had it and still couldn’t quite believe it was real. Kind of like this fairy tale castle.
Set deep in the rolling hills of Italy, surrounded by centuries-old vineyards, the castle-like villa stood tall and timeless, its stone walls glowing gold in the sunset.
The air smelled like earth and wine, like sun-warmed grapes and aged oak barrels, with the occasional crisp scent of dragonfire, of magic, sparked around them.
Because Vector and his brother weren’t the only dragons nearby.
Not by a long shot.
