When I felt the telltale tingle building at the base of my spine, I nearly sobbed.
"Please," I begged. "I want it. I want you to bite me. Now."
He didn't make me ask again.
His hand circled my throat, just to steady me, then he lowered his mouth to the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
He paused, one last time, eyes flickering from silver to gold. "If you want to stop?—"
I laughed, broken and wild. "Don't you dare."
His teeth grazed my skin. I braced for pain.
And that was where the rest of the world disappeared. The clearing, the fire, the sunrise, all of it shrank to this point, this second, with dragon and man and woman, heat and pulse, body and soul.
"Do it," I whispered and closed my eyes.
He did.
The bite hit like a car crash.
One second, I was lost in the rhythm, Chance's cock pushing so deep my bones screamed, every inch of me wound razor-tight, sweat slick between our bodies, arms tangled like we'd never get free.
The next, his teeth slammed down at the base of my neck.
It wasn't gentle. He didn't ease in or warn me. He snapped through my skin, his teeth punching through muscle, creating fire that ripped up my spine. For a half-second, the pain was all there was, and I nearly blacked out.
I guess that's what it takes to shatter a person clean open.
The pain spun sharp and hot, tearing through muscle and then detonating, wild and molten. But before I could even process it, my brain short-circuited, and the agony flipped into something I didn't have words for.
Chance locked me down, one hand on my throat, the other braced on my hip. His cock sawed into me, fucking vicious and raw, and his mouth latched onto my shoulder, my blood pooling under his tongue. He drank, not like a vampire, but like he was sealing us together at the root.
My vision went gold, literally. The trees, the fire, the morning, they all bled out, replaced by this shockwave of light so pure it burned every fear I'd ever had.
I screamed and didn't give a flying fuck who heard me
The orgasm that tore through me was unholy. Itstarted at the bite, ripped through every nerve, and detonated in my pussy so hard I almost levitated off the ground. My legs locked around his waist, nails carving into his shoulder blades, and I writhed under him, helpless, lost, begging for more even though I didn't have the words anymore.
He didn't stop. Chance pistoned into me, cock thick and perfect, and every time he bottomed out it sent a new aftershock up my spine to where his mouth still gnawed at the wound.
He let go, finally, his head snapping back. His face was transformed. His eyes were pure gold, with slits for pupils, sweat streaking his temple. He looked at me like I was the only goddamn thing on the planet.
"You're mine," he said, voice so deep I felt it in my clit. "Say it. Say you're my mate."
"Yours," I gasped. "Fuck, I'm yours. Forever."
His mouth crashed down on mine, bloody, messy. We kissed hard, teeth scraping, tongues dueling, until I lost my grip on the world.
He let go of my throat just long enough to reach between our bodies, thumb circling my clit. The second he touched it, I shattered again. White heat, stars, noise, the whole clearing spinning.
I could feel the magic. It arced through my blood, a living thing tearing through the spaces between skinand soul, welding us together. The taste of him, the smell. Smoke, sweat, iron and ozone, nothing like human, all dragon, fused with mine and made something new.
He ground down, ramming into me, cock flaring hard as he came, the heat pulsing deep. I could feel it. I'd never actually felt a man's ejaculation, but this time I felt his cum, hot and slick inside me, marking me as much as the bite did.
The air was full of noise, but it wasn't me. It was the dragon. Caden. His roar wasn't just a sound, it was a tremor that rattled the earth, shook the trees, bounced smoke off the clouds.
For a second, I saw the clearing through a different lens, the edges brighter, colors burning, the world tasting like the inside of a lightning storm.
