Our tongues tangled and my clawed hand weaved through her silky hair, grabbed a handful, and brought her face closer. My hips slapped into her, more forceful with every thrust. Her soft, surprised moans broke through unabated kisses and tongues, and my own voice answered every one of her cries.
Even if I could help it, I wanted her to know what she did to me. How good it felt to be inside her, the perfect tightness a sheath on a cock that yearned for her every day since laying eyes on the Moon Beast. I was finally claiming what I’d spent so long resisting, and it was as fucking phenomenal as I imagined it would be.
My wings stretched out as Maze arched and swiveled her hips so every inch of my cock was consumed by her heat. The little human danced on my cock like it was in her very blood to do it. She knew exactly how to move, how to roll and swivel, how to tease and enslave me. I’d never regret bowing before her. I’d never yearn to be free of my terrifying minx.
I was her demon and hers alone.
The urge to lock her to the bed and keep her here for the rest of time was impossibly strong. With Maze under me, nothing and no one else mattered, and I couldn’t be buggered to care. It’d take every bit of my vow to my faction’s dragons to drag myself away from this cabin tomorrow.
My pace never faltered, the pleasure exploding with every slap, the shift rippling across my skin. I was all scales, fangs, wings, and claws before I realized. Yet, my little Moon Beastdidn’t react in fear or disgust. If anything, she greeted the partial transformation with sparkling, excited eyes she’d cast on my dragon form.
My little beast liked what she saw.
Using my horns, she dragged my mouth to hers and bit my lower lip. “You better not stop, Mr. Snarls. I won’t forgive you if you cut this interrogation short,” she warned in that raspy, sass-laced voice of hers.
It did things to me. She had so much power over me it should terrify me, but for the first time in my long life, I wasn’t afraid of what she’d do. Because Maze was a good female, and the way I protected her future, she’d protect mine. I’d never been so confident of something until her.
Kissing her was my newest and most favorite addiction, and I took pleasure in teasing her with my lips and tongue until she made the sound I wanted.
Our bodies collided, the rhythm crazed but somehow in sync. My whispered, half-wild name was all she knew how to say by the time our bodies were swathed in sweat and fused. It was minutes of harsh sounds in my ear, her desperate voice pleading with me to end her torture, before the sensation of my knot took me by surprise.
Maze gasped and peered down between us, watching the impossible size of my knot grow inside her taut, tiny waist. Her inquisitive eyes connected with mine, and I couldn’t stop the victorious smirk from breaking across my face.
“What—”
A knot for my mate. Another confirmation I hadn’t needed but welcomed all the same. An undeniable truth I’d already accepted. Another reason to convince Maze to stay.
Smug, I kissed her roughly before bringing my mouth to her ear. “That, love, is a knot. For dragons, it’s rare. Rarer for adragon like myself, but I shouldn’t be surprised you’d be the one to claim it.”
She tried to respond, but my hips dug in deeper and the friction of my knot inside her as I delivered a few shallow thrusts had Maze in a sudden frenzy, lost to the impossible sensation of it all.
Another confirmation.
As my mate, my knot and pheromones would be euphoric. And as I came, locked inside her as fate intended, Maze quaked and arched before another orgasm took her.
“Oh, gods,” she moaned, hands clinging to my winged back.
I groaned through pleasure that veered on pain, pouring my seed into her, breeding my mate. It felt right, and I wondered how I’d ever thought to deny it. To deny her. Why had I fought so hard to stay away? Nothing had ever made more sense than this female in my bed.
“You’re mine, little Moon Beast.”
Her beautiful light eyes glimmered, post-orgasm. “And you’re mine?” she asked, her voice hoarse from moaning.
I dropped a kiss where her heart was. “I am, love. Best not forget it. It’s quite a feat to conquer the body and soul of the Sky Demons leader.”
Her happy laughter reverberated against my mouth as I pressed another kiss between her breasts, soothed by citrus. “What a terrifying assassin I’ve turned out to be, hmm, Mr. Snarls? The assassin who claimed your soul.”
I lifted my eyes and her intense gaze shined back, asking a question she feared more than death. Maze wanted to stay and needed a reason to. “Terrifying, indeed, but kind. A female worthy of ushering in a new era—one where her people are free. A strong female who I want by my side to lead.”
A tear escaped her eye before she whispered, “You mean it? But is that even allowed?”
“Do you mock my authority, little beast?”
Her smile faded. “I didn’t mean—”
“I’m unmatched in power and influence. If I decree it, they will listen. And if they don’t, I’ll surely make them.” Crawling over her, I cradled her face in my hands, knot lodged snugly inside her. I was careful not to hurt her where we were still joined. “And you should know better than anyone I don’t waste my breath on empty promises. But yes, I mean it. I’m only sorry it took me this long to see the pain I’ve caused with the half measures I’ve taken.”
She was crying, tears trailing until my hands on her face stopped them, but I wouldn’t risk losing this moment. I needed her to hear the promise I made in silence. I needed her by my side, and the urge to claim her as mine in every way led me to say, “Dragons take mates in several ways, but to give you my power, my longevity, my strength and healing, to truly make you mine and I yours, I need to knot and mark you. I don’t deserve you, Maze, and this might seem fast—”
