Before I can pull back my teeth, he grips my hips, rubbing the tip of his thick cock through my folds. He slowly presses me down a little, then lifts me back up again before releasing my shoulder. “I’m not little…” He whispers near my ear as he presses me down again a little further this time.
“No shit…” I whisper back as I release his shoulder. My tongue laves over the wound as he presses me down again. I gasp and then moan softly, feeling the slow stretch of his girth. His large hands palm my hips as his long fingers dig into the meat of my ass.
A dark chuckle escapes his lips as he presses me down further. “Almost there love, just a little more.” He kisses my lips, and I feel like he’s sucking the life out of me.
I pull back, panting. “Easy for you to say … You’re not the one getting impaled.” I smile as I feel every single inch of him buried deep within me. Every muscle stretched taunt, each nerve sensitive like a live wire.
His eyes suddenly shift to those of his unicorn, and a chill runs down my spine. Shit … Hemlocke freezes, his eyes locked on me as he stares. His muscles bunching and releasing under my fingertips. Black fur and armor race over his skin. He’s close to losing control. My hands shoot up and frame his face. “Baby, look at me. Focus on me.”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth that he spins us in the water and he presses my back against the stone. “Too close…” Hestrains to get the words out. His teeth have shifted, and I see the upper and lower canines of his black unicorn. The moon has risen and is bathing the waters with its light.
“Move…” I encourage him, hopefully getting him to focus on fucking me will help. Slowly, I rock my hips, drawing his gaze down to where we’re connected. His eyes pulse twice before he thrusts up into me hard, stealing my breath. His unicorn is in the driver’s seat, and all I can do is hold on for dear life.
Every thrust, every grunt pushes me closer to the edge. I stare at his face and see the two black stars on his forehead marking where his horns are when he shifts. My eyes shift to my dragons as I move to adjust my wings behind me against the rocks.
Hemlock moves his hands one at a time, his arms slip under my thighs to grip my ass better. All I can do is hold on to his shoulders without sinking my talons in. I feel my core engorge and the first pulses before I cum. “I’m close…” I curl forward and press my lips to his throat.
“Do it. Bite me. Claim me, make me yours.” He growls out and I obey. I turn my head at such an angle that my throat is protected as I sink my teeth into his flesh. Hemlocke thrusts harder and faster than before, and I detonate around him. Every pulse is harder than the last until he follows me over the edge. He goes still, and I feel every pulse of his length in me. I fall over the edge again, shattering in his arms as I carefully remove my teeth from his neck.
“I lived…” I say weakly before resting my head on his shoulder, pressing my forehead to his throat.
“We both did.” He kisses my shoulder and walks us out of the water. Carefully, he changes his grip on me, somehow still hard within me. He lays us down on a patch of grass slowly, rolling his hips.
As I flop back, I look up into his pink eyes; they’re wholly human, and apparently he wants round two.
Chapter 32
Hemlocke
I madelove to my mate at least half a dozen times last night. This morning I awaken to find her sleeping with her head on my chest, one leather wing draped over us like a protective blanket. The membrane is warm and surprisingly soft against my skin. Her steady breathing creates a gentle rhythm that matches the distant sound of waves lapping against the shore outside.
The soft crunch of boots in sand makes me turn my head toward the cavern entrance. Corvis enters slowly, his hands raised in surrender, silver hair catching the morning light that filters through the opening.
“I’m glad everything worked out,” he whispers as he sets a cooler down beside him with barely a sound.
I nod and look down at Raven. She looks like a fallen angel when she sleeps—the smooth planes of her face painted in perfect peace, dark lashes resting against her cheeks. “It was touch and go for a bit. Raven trusting me not to hurt her is what made the difference.” I whisper as she stirs, her wing twitching slightly.
“Hi Corvis...” Her voice comes out so softly that if it weren’t completely quiet in here, we never would have heard her.
“Hi baby. Ready to go home?” Corvis brushes her tangled hair away from her face with gentle fingers.
“Can’t walk. Too poofy and tired.” She yawns and nuzzles against my chest before drawing her wing over her face like a shield from the world.
A laugh escapes my lips as I shake my head, looking down at her. “She wasn’t expecting me to go all night.” I gently run my fingers up and down her back, feeling the tension in her muscles as I work to soothe them.
“All night?” Corvis’s eyebrows shoot up, his pale eyes widening.
“Yeah, don’t drakes breed their females multiple times in a night? Stallions are expected to handle the needs of a herd of up to fifteen females if we’re lucky.” I watch Corvis go pale, the color draining from his face as if someone pulled a plug.
“No, drakes get one female if they’re lucky. We only breed when they allow us to.” His eyes drift to Raven, then back to me with something like awe mixed with concern.
“Oh...” I’m honestly shocked to learn that. The cultural differences between our species run deeper than I thought. “Raven tapped out about two hours ago. Well, she fell asleep on me about two hours ago.” I press a soft kiss to the apex of her wing, and she wiggles off of me, encasing herself completely in her wings like a cocoon.
Slowly I stand and stretch, hearing bones pop and my back crack. The cool morning air raises goosebumps along my bare skin. Reaching for the cooler, I dig through the ice and grab a breakfast sandwich wrapped in foil. “Should we call for Evan to come get us? I don’t think she’s going to get up for a while.”
As if on cue, Raven’s slender hand pokes out from the top of her wing cocoon. She gives us the middle finger before pulling it back inside.
Corvis spits his drink, liquid spraying across the sand, and all I can do is laugh as I pull my cargo pants over my boxers. The fabric feels rough against my sensitive skin. Reaching into the pocket, I pull out my phone and shoot Evan a text to come get us. The phone pings almost immediately—he says give him five minutes. Apparently, Thorne and Lily had a sleepover in our apartment with the two cursed eggs. He’s finishing up making the girls’ breakfast. “He’ll be here in five.”
