His fire dimmed slightly before raging within his eyes again. “You asked for it, but tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
He kneaded my breast before moving his hands to my waist. A lick of flames exploded on my nipples, dancing around it and turning the pink a darker color before disappearing.
A zap of pleasure zipped through me to my core, and Rowan gave an amused chuckle.
“Who would’ve known myarcticshifter likes fire?” His lips cut into a mischievous grin before he picked up his pace, smashing his hips into mine, building the pressure inside me that desperately needed to escape.
His hands gripped my butt, fingers digging deep into my flesh as he pounded into me, stretching me with each thrust.
Guttural growls fell from his lips as he pushed me further into bliss, and smoke plumes came from his nose. He moved, flipping us to where I straddled him. He stretched me further. The burn added to the pleasure sweeping through my body.
My clothes fell the rest of the way off as he bucked into me. Thick fingers dug into my hips to keep me upright. I dropped my hands to his chest to steady myself, and he let out a moan that vibrated through the room.
“You’re so beautiful.” His thrusts became harder, and after one last deep drive, his heat exploded inside of me. “Take everything I give you, fledgling.”
Pleasure exploded, and my nails dug into the tough skin on his chest as I rode out the waves of ecstasy barreling through me.
He slid one hand up my hips to his mark on my shoulder, and his claw grew. It pierced the mark, and an onslaught of pleasure hit me again. My body clamped down on him, and his head fell back as he moaned with me.
I slumped forward, catching myself on his shoulders, and stared down at him. His vibrant hair fanned around him, and the color reminded me of the scales on his firedrake form. “You’re so handsome.” My voice came out raspy, and he huffed a laugh before pulling me further down on top of him.
His face nuzzled my neck, and his claw turned back into his hand before he moved his fingers from my skin. “You smell so good.”
My hair was stuck to my skin, and I squirmed at the sensation before realizing he was still seated inside me. “Ah, sensitive!” I yelped.
He helped me off him slowly, his still-hard-length slid against the damp flesh of my thigh. He laid me on the bed, reaching between my legs. “I love it when you do as you’re told, fledgling.”
“What?” I breathed, letting my legs fall to the sides.
He got off the bed and ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel. “You kept what I gave you.”
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, and my body just slid down. I had no energy to help. “I did?”
“You did.” He wiped the insides of my thighs gently as pride swelled through the bond. “There’s some of my seed seeping out, but I gave you a lot. I told you, you were made for me.”
I gave a little sigh of contentment as he stood and threw the towel in the bin before sweeping me into his arms and putting us back into bed. My ears disappeared from my head, and I snuggled against his body, missing his heat.
Ever since we’d mated, I’d craved his heat. Warmth still overheated me, and I didn’t do very well with it—but Rowan’s heat came from his magic. I think that was why I craved it.
“Did you know that mates have the same life expectancy?” he asked, and I turned my head up to look at him.
“What happens if there’s more than one?”
He smiled, glancing down at me. “Then they all have the same. When bonds form, it links the souls. Unless foul play or illness is introduced, mates are supposed to die together.”
“Even if it’s inter-species?” My heart skipped a beat, and his smile grew.
“Yes.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Even then.”
EIGHT
Wren
TheTrainingHallwasless daunting than I’d thought it’d be. The style differed from the other buildings on campus. It was built of cedar wood, and the scent was overwhelming at first.
Inside, the building was completely open with blue mats laid out over the wooden floor, except for the bathrooms. Even Coach Simmons′ desk was set out in the open.
Coach Simmons was what Lachlan called him since he was his coach for fae ball, but he was also our professor for Offense 101. He seemed kind but stern. Rowan warned me to stay on his good side because apparently he could be a real jerk if he didn’t like someone.
