Confusion trickles through me. “For what?”
“For you to be ready to continue.”
I reel back with surprise, my gaze jumping down to the cock that’s still inside of me. I roll my hips once, and, yep, he’s still hard.
What the fuck?
“We’re not done?” I query, like the thought itself is beyond my comprehension.
“Oh, Claws,” he croons at me, punctuating his saccharine sweet tone with a firm thrust of his hips. “We’re just getting started.”
A larger flame than the one he threw at me last time alights in his hand, and I don’t freak out this time when he sets it gently on my chest. As soon as the fire kisses my skin, it splits into half a dozen smaller fireballs, which then shoot off into different directions down my body. I gasp and goose bumps skitter across my bare skin as the chill in the room wrestles with the heat of the flames roving over my torso.
I moan, and my startled gaze snaps up to Aeson’s when two little fireballs start to circle my nipples. His gaze is like a hot brand against my skin. It stamps ownership all over me while his affinity helps him stake his claim.
The flickering flames darting down my body are hot enough to leave a tiny sting in their wake, but they don’t hurt exactly. Instead, they seem to make everything they touch infinitely more sensitive. The fireballs on my nipples almost feel like Aeson attached heated nipple clamps to the tips of each of my breasts. I’ve never felt anything like it and, while unusual, I quickly succumb to the sparks of pleasure it’s stimulating.
Just when I get used to the naughty flames plucking at my nipples, two others slip between my thighs. I gasp, and my spine bows as one flame starts bouncing on my clit, while the other begins to slowly circle the base of Aeson’s shaft where it’s pressed against me. It’s like he’s rubbing a hot finger around my entrance at the same time I’m stretched to the brink and as full as I can possibly be with his cock.
The final roving flame makes me yelp when it dips down my ass and settles between my cheeks. It starts to pulse in time with the one flickering at my clit, and I’m instantly a puddle of sensation and need. My murmurs are incoherent. My mind can’t figure out which sensation to focus on, so instead, it seems to misfire, holding me hostage in this weird state of limbo where everything feels like too much and yet somehow not enough.
Aeson wraps his arms around me and then sits back on his heels, bringing me with him. We’re now upright, still chest to chest, and he’s still settled deep inside of me. I anchor my arms to his shoulders and start to slowly languidly rock against him.
“Mmmmm,” Aeson hums his approval as I start to ride his cock in time with the throbbing heat of his fire. “You light up for me so beautifully.”
I lick up his throat, and then he takes my mouth again, searing me with a bone-melting kiss. I rub myself against the hard planes of his mouthwatering body, and I suddenly want to lick and claim every inch of it. The black flames of his dragon mark dance in the flickering glow from the flames lighting up every erogenous zone I have.
Flare Moss glitters on and off all around us as our moans grow louder. Aeson starts meeting my bouncing hips with hard thrusts of his own, and something untethered and feral starts to build within me.
My dragon fluxes through me, pressing against the barrier of my skin as though eager to feel everything that I do right now. It’s a sensation I have no words for. This being inside of me is both everything I am and yet not. It’s like coming home while also feeling completely foreign and new.
Aeson’s flames all suddenly sync up in time with his pistoning cock, and the inferno I was combusting into earlier is now a supernova intent on wholly consuming me—mind, body, and soul.
The gray stone room all around us blazes to life as my ecstasy sets off the Flare Moss. Suddenly it’s as though we’re suspended in deep space floating amidst a sea of endless stars.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, next to the drake fucking me like he was created to do nothing else.
“Give me one more, Ever,” Aeson commands, and my body submits instantly, giving me no choice but to shatter into a thousand pieces as a screaming orgasm claims my fucking soul.
Tears slip down my cheeks as he drives me over the edge again, and this time, he follows me with a roar that has the stars all around us swelling into the suns. His hot release fills me, one more flickering flame hellbent on fracturing me with pleasure beyond all repair.
I float in a pool of euphoria, distantly aware that Aeson’s gently caressing my body and kissing me softly as my mind tries to make sense of all the ways he just ruined me. I cling to him, like I’m afraid of what will happen if I let go. I told myself I couldn’t belong to him, that this curse corrupting my blood would also taint the connection we’d have and I’d be safe from ever falling.
But I was wrong.
Because I can feel his dragon.
It’s coiled in the center of everything he is, and somehow…wrapped around everything that I am too.
Realization falls into me, stealing my breath.
I don’t think Aeson Noctis is my Bonded Mate.
I think he might be my Soul Tied.
Chapter 42
MY THOUGHTS WIND IN AND around two words, scrutinizing every angle of them, mulling over what they could mean.
