I’ve never been so seen or cared for.
I’ve never been so loved.
All my hazy dreams of romance fade compared to the solid reality of Luke and the scorching intensity of his love.
I strain upward, desperate for his kiss, wanting to join with him in all ways. His tail dips between my thighs, coating the tip in our combined wetness before sliding into my butt in a tingle of sensation. Pleasure electrifies me, my orgasm shaking through my body as I scream his name.
“That’s it, my sweet, my love. Come for me again and again.” Luke keeps moving, filling me with his knot and his tail, his second cock making my clit throb constantly with delight.
I ride the edge, tumbling over every other second in astring of smaller explosions that keep the pleasure going on and on. I cling sobbing to his shoulders, burying my face against his chest, needing to smell his smoky scent, taste the salt of his skin, touch as much of him as possible.
“I’m going to knot you, my sweet little witch.” He thrusts faster, grunting with pleasure each time, his muscles flexing as his huge body works over me. His wings unfurl from his back to spread wide. Promise rings in his voice, all of his intensity and determination focused on me. “I’m going to claim you as mine.”
“Yes.” My new favorite word. “Oh, yes. Please, Luke.”
“Come for me, baby girl,” he growls, his hips speeding up. “Come for me and be mine.”
His main cock plunges deep until we’re pressed as tightly together as two people can be. Luke roars my name, his knot swelling and swelling, and I’m full, so full, the tail in my butt only adding to the overwhelming sensation. My heart leaps in my chest as all the whirling delight of the multiple orgasms builds into an explosion of pleasure so blinding my back arches, my mouth falling open on a silent scream.
I don’t know how long we remain like that, locked close together, breathing as one. Then his wings close and his tail slides out of me as he starts to move, and I cling to him, never wanting to let go.
Luke lifts up enough to bend down to kiss me, his mouth soft on mine, long, soul-stealing kisses that leave me feeling treasured. Then he lifts higher, levering up onto one palm. His eyes go to my breasts, and I could swear I see fire dance in their depths.
“What is it?”
“Look.” His fingers brush over my skin, which feels tender, too tender.
I glance down. Two marks in the shape of fangs lie over my heart. “Is that atattoo?”
“No, not a tattoo.” He touches his own chest, where a similar design now decorates his skin. “These are our mate marks. It’s as I surmised. We were fated.”
“Fated mates?” Iadorefated mates romance—it’s one of my favorite types—but I never imagined having that kind of connection for myself! “You knew?”
“Not for certain.” He cups my cheek. “It’s been centuries since a dragon found their mate among any other kind. I read about it, but research can only take you so far. When my knot sparked for you, I hoped it meant something more. I hoped it meant this.”
His knot! When I wiggle, a large firmness tugs at my entrance. My muscles clamp down, sending an aftershock of pleasure racing through me. “It’s so much larger now!”
He grunts, his hips jerking forward. “Of course it is. I’m a dragon. I’m going to have a superior knot.”
Luke’s upper cock also came when he did, splashing creamy fluid all over our stomachs.
“We got a little messy.” I grin up at him, then let out a jaw-cracking yawn. I slam a hand over my mouth, muttering a muffled, “Sorry.”
“The mating takes a lot out of you, and we’ll be knotted all night, in order to finalize the mate bond. Let’s get you cleaned up so you can sleep.” Luke slides his arms under me and kneels upright on the bed in an amazing show of strength, bringing me with him, my legs still wrapped around his hips. He carries me to the staircase, heading down.
The bathroom takes up the entire floor below the bedroom. Fudging fudge! I thought the room he gave me was luxurious, but this is like something royalty would have. A sunken “bathtub”—if you can use that word for something so large—takes up half the room, larger than the hot springs we visited in the book. Steam curls from its surface.
“This is your bathroom?”
“No, it’s ours,” he growls, his arms tightening around me as he steps into the water. He sinks down to sit with me on his lap, held in place by his knot.
I sigh as the hot liquid covers me. “This feels amazing.” It feels even better to have him with me in the bath, holding me close.
The left corner of his lips curls, and he pours several oils into the water, filling the air with the herby floral scent ofhealing potions. Then he tips me backward, wetting my hair before working shampoo through it, his claws scratching at my scalp.
I moan, eyes fluttering closed. “That is the best.”
“You don’t mind the claws?” he asks, his voice sounding hesitant.
