"Right," Yelena said, her voice breaking. She breathed in and out and stared at the ceiling because watching Valentine was making her even worse.
Valentine got back to work, and she did her best not to clench any parts of her body. Her nipples were hard, and her breasts ached. She tried to think about cold mountain winds and plunging into the ice-covered lakes. Her pussy throbbed, wetness dampening the insides of her thighs.
"Fuck, baby girl, my dragon is losing it over the smell of you," Valentine said through gritted teeth.
"I can't help it," she almost sobbed.
Valentine's spare hand slid under the edge of her robe, caressing her skin. Her legs opened without a thought, needing him to touch her to relieve the pulsing heat of magic and desire. His tattooing hand stayed steady, his eyes on the work. Somehow, that concentration made her hotter and wetter. The hand on her thigh touched her soaked slit, making her whimper.
"Stay still," he growled, and the alpha in his voice made her obey.
Yelena settled again and lost time as his fingers stroked and teased their way through her soft folds and over her clit. It took all her willpower not to move an inch. Her hands balled into fists as Valentine made her bite back every tremor, moan, and plea.
"You're doing so well for me, baby girl," he said, and she almost came at the approval in his voice. "We are almost done."
Yelena couldn't reply. Her soul, her body, her heart—everything was on fire. Magic was pulsing all around them as the mating bond wove them together, a little bit by little bit. She tried counting backward from a thousand and kept losing track of the numbers. She had never been good at numbers anyway.
"A few more strokes," Valentine said, his voice dark silk. The hand between her thighs moved to press two fingers inside of her. Yelena couldn't bite back her moans as he did indeed give her a few deep strokes.
"Oh, fuck, you're killing me," she sobbed, her legs trembling with the effort not to lift her hips.
"No. I'm claiming my baby girl," Valentine growled. His gun touched her skin two times, and the completion of the bond hit Yelena like a lightning bolt. Her pussy gripped his fingers, and her orgasm tore her apart. She was barely aware of the cloth dabbing the blood and ink from her skin.
"Look at me, Yelena," Valentine commanded, and she opened her tear-filled eyes. He moved around her, grabbed her ankle with his free hand, and dragged her to the edge of the counter. He shoved his loose black pants down, freeing his dick with a hiss like even the fabric’s light brush hurt him.
"Open that robe. Let me see you," he said, eyes glowing scarlet. Her fingers trembled as they fumbled with the tie, and the side of the robes opened. "There she is. There's my mate. Now you can move and scream as much as you need."
Valentine leaned down and licked her pussy, his fingers inside of her beginning to move. Yelena's hands dug into his hair, needing to touch him.
"Val…please. Stop teasing. I need…" she stammered.
"I know what my mate needs." Valentine kissed her mound before sliding his fingers free and licking over the tender tattoo.
Yelena's nails scraped over his sides as she pulled him to hermouth. She could taste her desire for him, ink and blood and magic and all the things that screamed,Valentine. He pulled her hips down, his dick sliding home inside her in a hard thrust that had her crying out.
"Gods, Yelena, I can't believe you're finally mine," Valentine said, pounding into her.
Yelena lifted her hips to meet him, needing to work off the urgency and the agony of needing him so badly. She would never get enough of him.
"I love you so much," she said, staring up into his scarlet eyes. Valentine kissed her, stealing the words right off her lips. The look in his eyes said more than words ever could.
"My mate," he panted.
"My mate," she replied, her fingers in his hair and her heart in his hands. "Come with me, Val. I'm so close."
"Me too," he whispered. "Want more…"
Yelenaturned her head to the side, submitting to the dragon in him.
Valentine's teeth sank into her, magic and love exploded through them, and they came together as the final piece of the mating bond fell into place.
Yelena, who had always felt like she was rejected from the day she was born, finally found where she belonged. The inner cold she had always held on to protect herself melted away under the heat of her mate's love washing over her.
"I'm a Greatdrakes," she whispered.
"Now and forever." Valentine brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her. "We are going to need to build you a tower."
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