I lowered her to the ground. The bedroll was somewhere behind us, but I couldn't bring myself to care. The stone was smooth here, worn by wind and time. It would do.
She lay back without protest. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. Her chest heaved with each breath, making her breasts rise and fall in a rhythm that mesmerized me.
I loomed over her. My wings spread wide, bracketing us in shadow. My tail slid along her inner thigh, the tip teasing higher.
Power surged through me.
This woman beneath me had chosen me. Had accepted the bond, accepted my claim, accepted everything I was offering. She was mine in a way that went beyond possession, beyond ownership. She was my mate, my equal, my other half.
And I was hers.
My tail found her entrance. The tip circled, gathered her wetness, used it to ease inside.
She arched off the ground. Her hands reached for me, nails scraping against my shoulders.
"Nyx." My name on her lips was a prayer and a demand. "Stop teasing."
I pushed my tail deeper. Not far, just enough to make her squirm. The appendage was sensitive, could feel every clench and flutter of her inner walls.
"You're so tight," I said. My voice had gone rough, barely recognizable. "I need to make sure you can take me."
"I can take you." She rolled her hips, trying to force my tail deeper. "I already have. Stop playing around and fuck me."
The crude language sent heat racing through my veins, made my cock leak another bead of fluid.
I withdrew my tail. Positioned myself between her thighs, my cock in hand. The head brushed against her entrance, and we both groaned.
I pushed inside.
Heat enveloped me. Tight, wet heat that gripped me like a fist. I had to force myself to go slow, to give her time to adjust despite every instinct screaming at me to bury myself to the hilt.
Inch by inch, I sank deeper. The scales at the base of my cock scraped against her entrance, the sensation almost too much. The fleshy tip flexed, seeking, finding the spots inside her that made her gasp.
She wrapped her legs around my waist. Locked her ankles at the small of my back. Pulled me deeper with strength that shouldn't have surprised me but did.
I bottomed out. Fully seated inside her, our bodies joined completely.
For a moment, I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Could only feel the perfection of this, of her, of us.
Then she shifted her hips, and the moment shattered.
I started to move. Long, slow strokes that let me feel every inch of her, let the fleshy tip of my cock explore and tease. My tail coiled around her waist, anchoring her to me.
She met me thrust for thrust. Her nails found purchase on my scales, not quite breaking through but close. The slight pain only heightened the pleasure, made everything sharper.
I'd never felt this powerful. Never felt this complete. The mate-bond sang through me, connected us in ways beyond the physical. I could feel her pleasure as an echo of my own, could sense when I hit a spot that made her vision blur.
My wings flared. Instinct driving the display even though there was no rival to intimidate, no threat to ward off. Just the primal need to show that this female was mine, that anyone who challenged my claim would face my wrath.
The rhythm built. Faster now, harder. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the canyon, punctuated by her gasps and my growls.
My tail unwound from her waist. The tip found the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, circled it with the same pressure I'd used earlier with my tongue.
She keened. The sound was high and desperate and absolutely beautiful.
"Nyx." She was close. I could feel it in the way her body tensed, in the way her inner walls started to flutter around me. "I'm going to …"
"Yes." I drove deeper, angled my hips to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. "Come for me,kyvara. Let me feel it."
