Her orgasm crashed through her. Through us. She clenched around me, rhythmic pulses that dragged me over the edge with her.
My release hit hard. Pleasure whited out my vision, made my wings spasm. I buried myself as deep as I could go, felt my cock pulse as I spilled inside her.
When I could think again, could process anything beyond the overwhelming satisfaction, I found myself collapsed on top of her.
Too heavy. I was crushing her.
I tried to move, to roll aside. Her legs tightened around my waist, holding me in place.
"Stay," she said. Her voice was wrecked, hoarse from screaming. "Just for a minute."
I stayed.
My wings folded carefully, creating a canopy over us. My tail wrapped around her thigh, a gentler hold than before. My cock was still inside her, softening slowly, reluctant to leave the heat of her body.
Her hands traced patterns on my back. Idle touches that felt more intimate than anything we'd just done. Like she was learning me, memorizing the feel of my scales under her fingers.
Eventually, I had to move. Had to let her breathe properly, had to get us both situated before exhaustion dragged us under.
I withdrew carefully. She made a small sound of protest that sent satisfaction curling through my chest.
I gathered her against me. Pulled her into the curve of my body, wrapped my arms around her. My wings came next, folding over us both to create a cocoon of warmth and darkness.
She fit perfectly. Her head tucked under my chin, her back pressed to my chest, her legs tangled with mine. Like we'd been designed to slot together this way.
My tail coiled around her once more. Possessive even now, even in the aftermath.
This was right.
Her breathing evened out. Deepened. Sleep pulling her under.
I pressed my face against her hair. Breathed in the scent of us mingled together, my pheromones marking her skin, her natural sweetness mixing with my smoke and stone.
Perfect.
The word drifted through my mind as my own exhaustion caught up with me. My eyes grew heavy, my body relaxing for the first time in weeks.
I had my mate in my arms. She'd chosen me, accepted the bond, given herself to me as completely as I'd given myself to her.
Everything was finally right between us.
We just had to complete this mission, and I would let the whole world know.
14
LEXA
I woketo heat and the steady rhythm of breathing that wasn't mine.
Nyx's chest rose and fell against my back, each inhale pressing scales against my skin. His arm was draped over my waist, heavy and possessive. His tail had wound itself around my thigh sometime during the night, the tip resting just above my knee.
His wings cocooned us both. The membrane blocked out everything beyond our small space, created a pocket of warmth and darkness and his scent.
Smoke and stone and sex.
My body ached in all the best ways. Muscles I'd forgotten I had protested when I shifted slightly, testing my range of motion. The bandages on my ribs pulled tight, reminding me I was still healing even if the Drakarn salve was working miracles.
Between my legs was a different kind of soreness. The pleasant burn of being thoroughly fucked by someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
