“Finally,” she said, her voice husky.
Bas moved back down her body and bent one of her legs so he could slide into her in one slick stroke.
“You better hang onto that headboard, little hawk,” Bas said, dragging her hands above her head.
“Why? You going to show me who’s boss?” she teased, wrapping her fingers around the wood.
Bas’s eyes glowed as he leaned down to nip her bottom lip hard enough to make her whimper. “Oh, baby, you already know who’s boss.”
Bridget wanted to sass him again, but he thrust so hard into her that it drove the breath and attitude right out of her. Bas fucked her like it was their last night on Earth, and Bridget was never going to get enough. She wrapped her leg around his waist and used the other as a brace to push her up to meet him thrust for thrust.
“Love how fucking needy you are,” Bas moaned, lifting her hips higher. “My perfect mate. You’re so beautiful when you’re flushed and panting and taking my cock.”
“Bite me, Bas. Claim me,” Bridget begged, turning her head to one side to expose her neck to him. “I need it to get through tonight.”
“Oh, my love, you never have to beg for that,” Bas growled. “I want the whole world to know exactly who you belong to.” He always knew exactly what she wanted because his fingers began to stroke her clit, his deep, claiming thrusts never slowing.
Bridget’s pussy clamped down on him, and Bas gave her neck one long lick before sinking his teeth in. Bridget screamed his name, her whole body shaking with the force of the orgasm that shredded her to pieces.
Bas’s teeth released her, and he licked and kissed his way up to her mouth. “You’re all mine,” he growled, the dragon riding close to the surface.
“You’re mine.” Bridget let go of the headboard, her fingers tangling in sweat-damp curls. She gave them a tight squeeze. “And don’t you forget it.”
Bridget dragged him to her mouth, their lips and tongue clashing. He came with her name on his lips and sank down on top of her. He was the best kind of weighted blanket.
Bridget carded her fingers through his hair. “How much time do we have?”
“We are already late, but I don’t care. It’s our party,” Bas murmured against her breast.
Bridget hummed. “And why do we need one again?”
“Because I love you, and everyone needs to know it. Also, mating parties are a tradition. The family can’t help it. They will use any excuse to get together.” Bas lifted his head. “If it gets too much for you, you just need to let me know, and we can slip away.”
Bridget was never going to get used to someone taking her neurodivergence into account. She hated crowds and too much noise, and Bas knew it.
“Fuck, I love you,” she said, kissing him again. “It’s a party in the backyard, so I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Bas only laughed. “You say that now, but there’s no party like a fae party.”
Bas knewthat people had been in the back gardens decorating all afternoon, but he didn’t realize one of those people had been Oberon, and he had been landscaping in a way only a king of the forests could. The burned patches of grass that had been the result of the fight with the Brollachan were now gone and were filled with wildflowers in Celtic knot patterns.
There was a grove of weeping willows that created an aisle, their branches forming a long arch and were filled with twinkling lights. A long table had been set up underneath it and was piled high with food. It was also packed with relatives and not just the Greatdrakes, but the Ironwoods and their partners, and all six of the Tuatha Dé Danann with their mates.
“Holy shit,” Bridget squeaked beside him.
“They are here!” Oberon bellowed from where he was sitting with Chrissy. Bas held Bridget’s hand tighter so she didn’t run.
“I told you they would make it once they finished boning,” Imogen said from the other side of the table.
“Family. This is Bridget,” Bas called over the top of them.
Bridget waved and said, “Be gentle. It’s my first time.” The table roared with laughter, and Bridget’s ears went pink.
Bas knew Bridget was better with people than she thought, especially when the people were all magical and as quirky as she was. Bas didn’t know he was capable of so much happiness as they welcomed his mate amongst them. Hours were passing, and he was sure he had eaten and drank something but didn’t taste a thing. He was too busy watching Bridget charm every single one of their family members.
“I’m happy for you, little brother,” Apollo said, throwing an arm around him. “You guys are disgustingly cute together. She’s an absolute keeper.”
“I know she’s perfect,” Bas replied, his face hurting from smiling. “And she’s going to be a great magician.”
