“I know,” she said. “I’m ready. Besides, I doubt it will hurt for long. Dragons heal fast.”
Max kissed her chin, the tip of her nose, and nuzzled at her neck. “All you need to do is tell me to stop.”
“I won’t.”
“Fast or slow?”
Sasha groaned. “Do I have to tell you to stop talking?”
His chuckle filled the air even as he fitted his cock to her flesh and pushed inside her. Her nails dug into his back, her hiss of surprise hidden against his shoulder. There was a hint of pain—yes—but it wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. Instead, she felt an incredible sense of fullness, and she guessed there would be more and better to come.
Max pulled back, reducing the pressure inside her. For one awful moment, she thought he’d halt, but he silenced her complaints with his mouth and surged inside her again.
Sasha groaned as a fleeting tease of bliss streaked through her veins. Instinctively, she lifted her hips, seeking more of the sensation. Max made a sound, too, and quickened the pace of his strokes into her body. She clung to him, the pain a distant memory. Instead, she focused on grabbing the beautiful pulses that came from their joining. Pleasure grew, and it was even better than earlier because she was sharing the moment with Max. She clutched his shoulders and undulated with him.
“Sasha,” he murmured. “Kiss me.”
“Anytime. Always.”
Their lips met, yet Max kept thrusting into her body, driving her mindless. This was so much better than her imagination. So much better.
“Sweetheart, I wanted this to last longer.” He gasped out the words as his hips jerked, and his thrusts grew harder and faster.
Sasha didn’t care since she was right there with him. She held on for dear life and enjoyed the heck out of their physical journey.
Max reached between them and stroked her nub. Seconds later, she shattered, and he groaned. The pleasure roared through her, stealing her breath, her sight, and emptying her mind of everything except Max.
His hips worked in two fast thrusts before he stilled, and her channel pulsed around him again. A loud click sounded inside her head, and she groaned, tipsy from the extraordinary experience.
Long moments later, her dragon said,“What was that weird click? Did we break?”
Sasha sighed.“Don’t know about you, but I’m feeling no pain. That was incredible.”
“Thank you,”Max said.“It was amazing.”He stiffened.“You didn’t speak aloud.”He parted their bodies, and Sasha mourned the loss of the intimate contact. “Why can I hear you?”
“What?” Sasha whispered, staring at him. She imagined the shock on his face echoed hers.
“Woohoo!”her dragon cheered.
“Why are you woohooing?”Max asked.
He sounded a little freaked, and Sasha babbled, “That’s my dragon half. I never believed the old tales my grandfather told us about some dragons having true mates.”
“But—” Max started.
“Shush,”her dragon said.“Listen to Sasha. She will explain.”
12 – Love and True Mates
Max rolled onto his back, his body sated by the most fantastic sex he’d had in living memory. He hesitated then decided he should give in to his urge to take Sasha into his arms. He could listen to Sasha while he savored her warm body next to his. Her touch quelled the flash of panic that had seized him on hearing the strange feminine voice in his head. Sasha had done nothing to harm either him or Noel. He’d made love to her, so it was up to him to offer the gift of trust. He’d listen to her explanation.
Max cleared his throat. “Go on,” he said.
“My grandfather told me some dragons in the past had found their true mates, and this meant they could communicate on a private channel. When I’m in my dragon form, I can communicate with other dragons, but now we have a means of speaking together without other dragons overhearing.”
“That was your dragon?”
He felt the curve of Sasha’s smile against his shoulder rather than saw it. “It was my dragon. I scarcely believe it myself, but we are true mates.”
