“At some point, I’ll knot you, bite you, and transfer a piece of my flame to you,” he replied, all joking aside.
“That simple?”
“It will tie us together for eternity.”
“We’ll see.”
“Ronan….”
“That’s enough details for now,” I declared. “If we’re going to do this we probably should get it done before I change my mind.”
“Ronan…”
“Please?”
He nodded and rounded the table to scoop me up, leaving my half-finished tea behind. We went up the stairs so fast I had to close my eyes, shocked when I opened them to see that I was in his bedroom.
“Okay, but you put me back in my bed at the end of the night, got it?” I said as I looked around.
No way was sharing the bed with him on the menu tonight. The mating ritual I could handle, having him awkwardly roll away and put his back to me in the middle of the night, not so much.
“Deal,” he murmured, lips descending on mine.
Every god damned time I melted in his embrace, fucking hell, oh my fucking god this primal ass dragon knew how to kiss.
Something tickled my arms and my eye snapped open as I drew away from him, shocked to see ashes on my skin where my clothes had been.
Oh no he didn’t!
“Do you know how much….”
I didn’t care how much that outfit had cost when he kissed me again. He could make it up to me with another one, and if he burned that one too, I guess I’d have a continuously rotating designer wardrobe.
Thoughts of my clothes in flames fled from my mind when I felt his fingers at my entrance, always slick for him.
Effortless.
“Why do I always want this,” I groaned as I rocked against his fingers.
“Because you’re mine!”
He punctuated each word with a thrust of his fingers, until I was writhing on them, coppery taste on my lip from biting it to keep from begging him to please just fuck me. Instead, I came from his fingers alone and was still whimpering and shaking from my orgasm as he pressed his cock inside of me. Instead of rough, he was slow, careful, tender in a way he hadn’t been the other times we’d been together.
Teeth pierced the skin on my shoulder when I came the second time, so hard it felt like my body had gone up in flames. My blood felt like it was boiling and I swore I could hear the crackle and pop of a fireplace in my ears, the pain inflicted by his teeth completely burned away by the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. Even my lungs felt scorched, like the air in them was turning to ash and cinders, for just a second, it felt like my body liquified, then I was back in my skin again.
Blissfully, bonelessly immobile as he sat up and stared down at me. Focus was hard, there were three of him kneeling over me, each with a bright, flickering flame over their heart. So pretty. I fought to keep my eyes open just so I could watch the way it pulsed and waved beneath his skin. Loved fires. Fireplaces. He had one. Laying it front of it on long, cold winter nights would be heavenly.
Couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, but I felt him crawl off me, then lift me off the warm, comfy bed. Too tired to protest, I dangled as he carried me across the hall. I felt like I was floating. Would flying with him be like this?
He tucked the blankets around me, pressed a kiss to my forehead, and whispered in my ear, so soft, my sleep fuzzy brain barely made out the words.
“Mate. Please let me love you.”
Last night was a whirlwind I still hadn’t recovered from. Waking in my bed, fingers instantly reaching to touch the place on my shoulder where he bit it, I was reminded of the moment when it had felt like our souls were one. If I’d had the energy I’d have kicked myself for thinking such sappy bullshit. That wasn’t me. I didn’t get attached to people who had the potential to break my heart. Not when they insisted that we were stuck together for eternity.
Nope. Not gonna think about that part.
Eternity was beyond my scope of reasoning. I didn’t even want to think about next Tuesday.
