"And after this is over, I promise I will take you back to Ireland and do the mating bond. I want you in my bed, in my tower, when I make you mine forever."
Yelena nipped at his jaw. "Sounds very territorial of you."
"I'd like to blame it on my alpha dragon side, but it would be a lie. I want to be selfish and tie you to me forever so no one else can have you," Valentine replied, pulling on the tie of her robe. He brushed back the sides and bent his head to suck one of her pale pink nipples into his mouth.
Yelena cupped the back of his head to her, her body arching and pussy grinding against his hardening cock.
"Fuck, Valentine, I want that too. I want to mark you up and claim you and rip anyone's eyes out when they look at you too long. My sorcerer. My mate," she growled, more dragon than woman. "I'm going to claim you so hard, every dragon in Faerie, wild or otherwise, will know who you belong to."
"I like the sound of that." Valentine's hand slipped between her thighs to cup and stroke her pussy. She gasped, her fingers digging into him as he kissed his way up her sensitive neck. He pressed two of his fingers into her, and her hips ground down on them, hot wetness covering his hand.
"Fuck, you are so perfect," he said, scraping his teeth over her skin and licking at her flickering pulse.
"More, Valentine," Yelena begged, ripping his shirt open.
Valentine chuckled. He was going to have to learn some mending spells if she kept destroying his clothes. He circled the pad of his thumb over her clit, making her cry out. She was so sensitive that it made him want to bury his face between her thighs for hours just to see how many times he could make her come.
"You want to move to your bed or..." he began.
"No, right here," she said, lifting up so she could try to get to his pants.
Valentine slid his fingers free from her, and she grumbled in protest, making him laugh. He got his pants open and dick free before wiping the slickness on his hand over it.
"Enough. Mine," Yelena said, pushing him out of the way and taking his dick in her silver hand. It was cool against his overheated skin, and he moaned at how good it felt. She wasn't in the mood to play.
Yelena guided his dick to her entrance, and her hot, slick cunt took him all the way in so fast, it made his head fall back and mouth moan in pleasure. "Fuck."
"Mymate," Yelena snarled, her mouth moving to his exposed neck. "So submissive when you're under me."
"Only for you," Valentine said, turning his head to one side to give her better access. "You know what I want."
"Not yet. I want to enjoy your big cock first."
Valentine grinned, his hands gripping her ass. "Show me what you got, baby girl."
Yelena's eyes flashed silver at the challenge, and she began to move. Valentine bit his lip, trying not to blow too early as she rode him hard and fast and with complete abandon. She always knew when he was about to lose it because she would change her speed or would roll her hips in a different way until he was struggling to breathe.
Yelena licked the drop of blood off his lip. "You taste so good, my mate. I want to lick and bite you all over."
"Do it," he gasped, moving his hand back to her clit. "Fucking bite me, Yelena. I need you with me before I..."
"Shh, don't say it," she said, kissing him. "I'm always going to be with you." Her magic pulsed, making the threads of Valentine's own power rise up out of his skin. "We might not be able to mate properly yet, but this we can do."
Yelena's power dropped into his threads, and Valentine sobbed. He had never felt anything so good. And then she bit his neck hard.
"Yelena..." was all Valentine managed to say before his magic and soul lit up, and he was coming in wave after wave of pleasure and pain and love. He held her tighter to him, their hearts and breaths syncing in erratic pants. He buried his face into her neck and bit her back, making her cry out and then melt against him.
"If that's what it's like, just with magic thrown in, I'm pretty sure actually mating might kill me," he said, kissing the top of her head.
Yelena sighed and said dreamily against his chest, "Survive long enough so we can find out."
36
The dawn sky was like a slash of blood on the horizon. A storm was brewing above them, and Valentine tilted his face to the sky as the first drops of rain hit his skin. It wasn't the worst way to start a day.
None of the guards at the entrance of the platform had noticed him as he had slipped past, a glamor wrapped tightly around him. They hadn't expected anyone to try to leave.
Taranis is going to be furious. He grinned. He had always been more of the type to beg forgiveness than ask permission anyway. His uncle could berate him later.
