His.
And this wasn't just any woman.
This was his queen.
His mate.
The female his soul had been searching for across lifetimes. And she was giving herself to him.
Korin's cock pressed against her entrance. He could feel her heat. Her wetness. The way her body was already trying to pull him in.
His voice came out rougher than he intended. "Breathe, little one."
Sol nodded. Her chest rose and fell. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her fingers were trembling. But she wasn't pulling away.
Brave little queen. Braver than she knows.
Korin pushed forward.
Just the throbbing tip.
Sol gasped and her nails dug into his skin.
Gods! She’s so tight. I want to rip through her.
He gritted his teeth.
Stay calm. She is our queen.
Yet, she was so tight he could barely think. The head of his cock stretched her entrance, and he had to stop.
Had to breathe.
Had to remind himself not to slam forward and take what he wanted.
Slow. Go slow.
He pushed deeper.
Inch by inch.
Stretching her.
Opening her.
His beast thrashed inside his chest like a caged thing. Scales rippled beneath the skin of his forearms—dark, iridescent, threatening to surface. His vision flickered gold at the edges, theroom sharpening into beast-sight where he could see the heat pouring off Sol's body in waves of crimson and white.
Not yet. Go back. She's not ready.
His beast didn't care. His beast wanted to mount, rut, and flood Sol.
Enough. Or we will not shift for weeks.
His beast whimpered and calmed.
Korin forced the scales back under his skin.
It hurt, yet the more he fed her pussy his cock the more the pain shifted to pleasure and her tight walls gripping him so fiercely he could feel the flutter of her pulse around his shaft, sucking him deeper like her body was starving for him after years of denial. The heat of her core clawed at his control, begging him to bury himself to the root and never leave.
