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 her mouth. 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."
42
Aweek to the day, Valentine finished knotting his tie and tried to mentally prepare himself for the noise of the family that was about to bombard him. Slender hands came around him to feel over his waistcoat.
"That's very distracting," he chastised and had to start the knot all over again.
Yelena's beautiful face appeared in the mirror. "So are you dressed like that. I know we promised we would have a party, but you are really asking for it in that suit."
Valentine turned to sass her, and his eyes took in the halter dress of dark scarlet she was wearing. His hand went to his chest, where his mating tattoo pulsed. Her long hair was done up in an elegant style, and a long hairpin of a black three-headed dragon with ruby eyes was skewered through it. She was beyond stunning.
"You…aren't wearing pale colors," he said, and then wanted to smack himself in the face.
Yelena's lips, painted the same shade of red, lifted into a smile. "I don't have need of them anymore. Why? Would you prefer me to go back?"
"No! I mean, no, you look good. Not pale. Fuck," Valentine babbled. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry. All the blood is now in my dick, and words are hard."
"As well as your dick," Yelena said, laughing softly.
"Not helping." Valentine glared at her, but it was playful. It was a side only she could bring out in him. "Oh, gods, a week wasn't enough."
Yelena finished doing up his tie and tucked it in behind his waistcoat. "We have lifetimes. We can give them a night."
"I don't know if I can," he admitted. He was already thinking of ways he could lock them all out of his tower. He had felt his family come home in the past few days, but none had tried to approach him. Food appeared on a table in his study, and he didn't know if it was the house or Bas's magic providing for them.
Yelena went up on her toes. "Don't you want to introduce the new Mrs. Valentine Greatdrakes to the world?" she purred, her eyes turning dragon on him.
"That's not fair," he growled.
Yelena only pinched his chin. "Get used to married life, sorcerer." She sashayed toward the door, the satin of her dress swishing about her hips.
