A strangled moan rips from Draven’s throat, and his wings twitch, as I draw my hand up and down his shaft.
Climbing onto the throne so that I’m straddling his lap, I grab the collar of his shirt and yank his troublesome mouth to mine. Another deep groan escapes his chest, and I steal that sound from his lips with a possessive kiss at the same time as I release his cock and settle myself right above it. Adjusting my position, I slowly lower myself down.
Draven’s hands shoot out and grip my hips. I keep my fist buried in the collar of his shirt and continue to kiss him furiously while he moves his hips into a better position. Then he pulls me down firmly, sheathing himself fully inside me.
I gasp, breaking the kiss, as pleasure crackles through me. This new angle makes him go deep. Tightening my grip on his collar, I draw in a shuddering breath as he lifts my body slightly before thrusting upwards and yanking me downwards at the same time, burying his cock fully inside me again. Light flickers before my eyes as he starts up a firm pace that makes pleasurepulse through me with every thrust. I keep one hand buried in the collar of his shirt and brace the other on his muscular shoulder as Draven fucks me the way I always want him to. Dominantly and without mercy.
Pleasure thrums inside me like a storm as Draven’s cock keeps hitting spots deep inside me. A desperate moan escapes my lips, and I bow my head towards his shoulder. His fingers dig into my hip bones and the muscles in his arms flex as he continues moving me up and down on his cock. Another whimper threatens to spill from my mouth, and I bite down on his shoulder to stop it. It doesn’t work, because another pitiful moan rips from my lungs as Draven’s cock keep hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over again.
“Good girl,” Draven murmurs.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.
My entire body convulses as pleasure crashes through me with the force of a lightning strike. I gasp, tightening my grip on his collar and shoulder as that incredible pleasure crackles through my every nerve. It’s amplified by the intense pleasure that is streaming through our mate bond from Draven’s side. My legs shake around him.
Then a burst of pleasure spikes through the mate bond as release crashes through Draven as well. A deep groan rips from his chest, and his wings flare out while pleasure floods his perfect face.
I use my grip on his collar to yank his mouth back to mine and steal that incredible sound from his lips with a possessive kiss. The mate bond thrums inside us, love and pleasure flowing between us like a glittering river.
Leaving his cock still buried inside me, he slides his strong hands up the side of my ribs. My skin prickles with pleasure at his touch. Then he cups my cheeks and kisses me so deeply that I forget how to breathe.
“Fuck,” Draven says, breathless, when he breaks the kiss. Hiseyes burn like gilded fire as he holds my gaze, his hands still cupping my cheeks. “I will never get enough of you.”
Warmth curls around my spine. I flash him a small, teasing smile. “And now, you will never be able to sit on your throne without thinking of me.”
He caresses my cheek with his thumb. “Wouldn’t even need the reminder.”
I raise my eyebrows.
A smile spreads across his lips, but his eyes are serious as he holds my gaze before replying. The sight of it alone makes my heart beat erratically in my chest. And his answer sends sparkles through my soul.
“You’re all I ever think about.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Laughter rings across the gathering hall. Torches and candles are burning in steel holders all across the large space, bathing it in a golden glow. Warmth, both from the fire and the mass of people who crowd all available tables, practically thrums in the air around us. I smile as Galen squeezes himself back down on the bench beside Lyra after setting down another round of drinks for us.
By the time we got to the gathering hall, the celebration was already in full swing. I had expected it to be a formal banquet-like event similar to what I saw in the Ice Palace. But by Mabona, was I wrong.
Every single table in here is packed with drunk dragon shifters who laugh loudly and cheer and joke and chat with everyone. There is no high table. No fancy dinner. Just people who are celebrating that Draven is back and that Bane Iceheart is dead.
Since we got here a little late, all the tables were taken except for a small table for four right next to the pipes that bring water into the kitchen a little to our left. So the five of us have been squeezed together around that table for the past few hours.Thankfully, at least no one asked why we were late. It would’ve been very awkward to explain to his clan that we were late because we were busy defiling Draven’s throne in every possible position.
“What’s that noise?” Alistair asks.
I can barely hear him over the loud laughter and conversations all around us, let alone whatever noise he is referring to.
“That would be Lyra,” Galen says after taking a long drink of ale.
Lyra, who was busy checking which of the mugs contained the most alcohol, snaps her head up. “Hey, I was silent!”
“For once,” Draven says with a chuckle.
She narrows her eyes at him while trying to fight a smile. “Gotta concentrate when doing important stuff.”
“Like measuring which mug has the most ale in it?” I ask.
“Exactly. Like I said, important stuff.” Apparently satisfied with her inspection, she swipes the mug on the far left and takes a long drink. Then she lets out a contented sigh and smacks her lips before shooting Galen a pointed look. “So there was no noise.”
