My wolf stirs deep within, a simmering anger at the injustice of what that female tried to do to our mate. Diaval may be an enigmatic, often vexing individual, but he's mine. Undeniably and irrevocably mine. There's a unique bond between us, one that transcends his dragon nature, my wolf heritage, and any external expectations. It's a connection that defies logic, born of countless shared moments, understanding, and undeniable attraction.
As I draw in a deep breath, I muster the courage to take the first step toward this life-altering choice. It's a decision that will bind us together in a way nothing else could. With resolute determination, I unbutton his expensive suit jacket, my fingers navigating the intricate details of the fabric. My movements aredeliberate. Each button undone feels like a small victory, a step toward cementing our connection.
The fabric peels away, revealing the strong, toned contours of his chest beneath—a testament to his ancient lineage. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, and the power that lies within him resonates beneath my fingertips. Diaval watches me with a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and a hint of vulnerability—a rare glimpse of the dragon beneath the grumpy exterior. His eyes lock with mine, and in that moment, the unspoken understanding between us deepens.
With the last button released, the suit jacket slips off his shoulders and falls to the sand, forgotten. It's a symbolic act, shedding the trappings of society, revealing the truth beneath. I run my hands gently across his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat, the heat of his skin through his shirt. Underneath it all lies the promise of uncharted territory we're about to explore together.
My focus shifts, my hands guided by the unspoken desire between us. I slide my fingers over the firm planes of his chest, feeling the warmth beneath the layers of silk and fine fabric. Each touch elicits a response—a subtle shift in his breathing, a quiver of anticipation.
With a gentle yet deliberate movement, my hands move to the buttons of his vest. They're small, delicate, requiring a deft touch. One by one, I release them, the fabric yielding to my exploration. The vest slips from his shoulders, revealing the definition of muscles sculpted over centuries of existence.
"Enough teasing." Diaval's words cut through the air, his voice carrying an unmistakable undercurrent of lust. It's a tone thatsends shivers down my spine, igniting the desire that has been building between us.
I meet his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, I catch a glimpse of his dragon's primal instincts in his eyes. It's a reminder of the ancient power that resides within him, ready to emerge with our passion. With sensual urgency, he takes charge, his hands deftly undoing the top buttons of his silk dress shirt. The fabric parts, revealing the chiseled contours of his chest. My heart races as the shirt is whipped over his head, revealing the magnificent sight of his bare, sculpted form.
Before I can fully take in the sight, he sweeps me off my feet with effortless grace, and I find myself sprawled on my back, cushioned by soft sand. Diaval moves with unrelenting fervor, positioning himself above me, caging me in with his powerful body. The proximity of his heat, the sheer presence of his masculine form, makes it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.
Our eyes lock once more, a potent connection of desire and intimacy. His heated breath dances over my skin, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. The world around us fades—the sound of the waves and the scent of the sea merging with the rhythm of our own desires.
Our lips finally meet, setting off an explosion of passion that sweeps us into a realm where nothing else matters. His hands slide down to my waist and pull my shirt over my head. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me topless beneath him. My hands move down my body to my jeans, and I unbutton them.
Why, of all days, did I have to wear something so complicated?
Diaval notices my struggle, reaches down, and helps pull my pants off, discarding them over my head. He rocks back on his heels and fights with his dress slacks. After several growling moments, he finally shoves them down, and his large, proud cock juts out, free from its prison.
Something primal surges through me at the sight of him—my ancient dragon, undone and wanting. Diaval nestles himself between my legs, looking at me with a hunger I've never seen from him before. His dragon is seconds from breaking free of its master's bonds.
Rocking forward, his hips ghost his cock over my wet folds, and he groans, feeling how ready I am for him. His hands move to my arms, dragging them up and over my head. A feral grin crosses his lips as he holds my hands with one of his. Then he thrusts his hips forward, seating himself deep within me.
A gasp escapes my lips from the unexpected intrusion. He lowers his head and nuzzles my cheek before thrusting slowly, dragging his length through my core, teasing the hell out of me. Teeth find their way to my throat, and I arch up into it, enjoying his level of possession. Diaval's grip on my hands tightens as he picks up the pace, burying us deeper into the sand. His mouth paints a scorching path up my throat to my ear, lips teasing my lobe before he bites it.
"Come for me, my mate. Bite me and make me yours." As if on command, my body obeys. My core crushes down on him, pulsing along his length, dragging him over the edge with me. The minute I feel him come with me, I strike. Curling up the best I can, I sink my teeth into his chest. The eruption of his blood on my tongue sends a searing shockwave through my entire being. It's an intense burst of heat, as if liquid fire has ignited within me. I hastily release him, but the aftermath leaves meconvulsing. My body quivers uncontrollably, and I'm powerless to rein in the tumultuous sensations coursing through me.
"Shh... it's okay. It's just the scale and a good dose of my blood strengthening you." Diaval restrains me, keeping me from harming myself. "Breathe with me. In through your nose, out through your mouth."
I can feel the deep rumbling purr of his dragon through his chest and into what feels like my soul. My muscles spasm as I feel my wolf as if she's fighting against something. Against physical restraints.
"My wolf... She's trapped... Fighting..." Through gritted teeth, I try to tell Diaval what I'm feeling.
Terror claws at me. Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.
"It's to be expected. Whatever magic was used to suppress your wolf has lingering effects. My blood combined with Easton's blood is cleansing your body of the magic that bound you." He gently strokes my hair as my body moves of its own volition.
Something feels as if it's moving in my stomach, and suddenly, I feel like I'm going to be sick. "Diaval... I'm gonna?—"
He releases my hands and rolls me to my side. I heave my guts out, and it feels like a slithering slime is moving up my throat. A black, inky mass splatters upon the earth and tastes like black licorice. Cough after cough, splat after splat, I start feeling lighter. Almost freer, if that's possible. When the last of the junk escapes my mouth, I draw in a deep breath, staring at the undulating mass.
"What is that?" I point at the moving inky mass, my hand trembling.
"That is the last of the magic that was holding you back." He kisses my temple and pulls me into his lap, holding me tightly. The relief is overwhelming. I hadn't realized how heavy I'd been carrying something until it was gone. Tears prick my eyes—not from sadness, but from the sheer sensation of being... whole.
"Why would they do that to me? Or better yet, who did it to me?" I curl against Diaval, staring at the mass as it moves.
"I feel your power clearly now. Whoever or whatever was hunting you will sense you as well." He presses his lips to my temple and sighs softly against my skin. "As to why they did it, I can only assume it was to protect you."
A chill runs through me that has nothing to do with the ocean breeze. If this was protection, what exactly were they protecting me from? "What can we do?" I hug him tighter.
"We get you to Vasserdell and figure out when it will be safe to move on to Blackmore." He threads his fingers through my hair, removing the knots we just put there. Somehow, my grumpy dragon knows just what to do to soothe me.
