“Mine,” he said against my lips, pulling back just enough to cup my breast and let me catch my breath. His thumb brushed over my peaked nipple. “Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
“Sy got so offended the last time you said that.” I smirked. “She insists she is the most beautiful, since Rowan told her so.”
“Rowan is a fucking liar,” Killian said. “He would say anything to get into your sister’s pants.”
“It’s more than that,” I protested on Rowan’s behalf. “You know it is.”
“Let’s not talk about another man,” he said. “I doubt he and Sy are talking about us now.”
But I was sure Sy would bring me up. She always did.
“You’re still you, but you’re also different in a way,” Killian said. One arm wrapped around me, anchoring me, while his other hand traced a path down from my breast toward the valley between my thighs, leaving sparks of fire in its wake. “Your power feels rawer, more dangerous, little scorpion. The separation from Sy shifted something in you. I saw it the moment you appeared in the chaos court. I never had the chance to comfort you or shield you from the pain and the trauma. How do you feel? You can lean on me.”
“You know I don’t need coddling,” I said. “There are no words for the agony of the separation, but it was necessary. Sy and I are fine.” Then a sudden doubt took hold, and I narrowed my eyes. “Are you the kind of man who likes having two women at once? You may have just fucked me, but Sy was always there.”
He watched me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I like it when you’re jealous, but I fucked you before I knew your sister and you shared a body. More like sharing a closet, as your body has always been yours. You know no one else could ever interest me. There was never anyone before you, and there will be no one after you, my scorpion mate.”
I was pleased by his declaration until he called me scorpion again. But then, no relationship was ever perfect.
“So, I’m enough for you? I don’t have an insecurity issue like other people said—people are mean these days. I just need to confirm it one last time. Do not lie. I’ll know.”
Only MATE. No other,the dragon said, his thought heartfelt and confident.Most beautiful across all realms. Across all stars. You are EVERYTHING. We hope we are worthy.
I beamed. Luckily, Sy wasn’t here, or she’d argue with me over the “most beautiful” title. I was the heroine of my own story, and I had every fucking right to enjoy being the most beautiful woman in my mate’s eyes.
“You two are more than enough,” I said. “My sister fucked a lot, but I was a virgin when you claimed me.”
MATE IS PURE,the dragon said.This honors us.
“Don’t give me that purity shit, dragon!” I warned. “A woman having sex has nothing to do with her purity. It just means she is savvy and adventurous.”
I do not understand this,the dragon puffed sheepishly.
“Less talking, Tyson,” Killian warned. “Keep watch while I make my mate more comfortable.”
Who would dare enter my sky?the dragon snapped.
“You’re my world, baby,” Killian said. “You could lose every drop of your power and you would still be my everything.”
“I like this,” I said, my smile widening. “All of us sharing feelings. It’s like living in a romance novel. Who says romance is dead?”
He grabbed my hips and lifted me effortlessly, his hardness pressing against my center, and my plump folds opened for him. With one swift, powerful thrust, he drove into my depths. I gasped at the blissful sensation.
“How’s this for fantasy, baby?” he purred.
Shit, this was way better than fantasy. But I wouldn’t tell him that. Men’s egos were the reason for wars.
“Hot pussy, so fucking hot!” he growled, pushing me up and down his massive length. My breasts bounced violently, as did my curls.
In and out, every thrust more forceful than the previous one, sending incredible pleasure dancing on my nerve ending. He kept hitting my G-spot before going deeper, and I was afraid that he’d make me forget my own name. There’d be no Sy right here to remind me. It was okay if I forgot who I was, since I’d always remember who my mates were. That should be enough, right?
I moaned shamelessly.
The sound of sex blended with the deafening crash of the waterfall. Steam rose around us, scented with mountain air, night blossom, and arousal.
“So wet and so tight!” he growled, lust twisting his handsome face. “The tightest cunt for me to fuck.”
“Your cock is too big,” I moaned breathlessly. “It almost didn’t fit.”
