My vision blackens at the edges as my dragon fights me. I shake my head, trying to force him back.
Daphne’s hand snakes around my head, and she stares into my eyes. “Don’t hold back,” she whispers.
She doesn’t understand what she’s asking for. She arches her back and grinds against me, taking me deeper.Fuck.Her teeth dig into my bottom lip, the sting exquisite.
“Daphne,” I utter hoarsely.
“It’s okay.”
She stretches back, baring her throat before sliding her hand between her legs and cupping my balls. With a few quick sweeps of my fingers, she falls apart around me. My teeth latch onto the curve of her neck, and I growl low as she pulls me over with her.
The pleasure blinds me, and I taste copper. My dragon yanks on the thread pulling us ever closer, testing its strength and finding it satisfying.
I lick the bite and lean my forehead against her flesh.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I never want to hurt her.
“What? Why?”
“I bit you.”
She glances at the wound and smiles. “I enjoyed it. Turns out I’m abite a maiden in the darktype of female and not a pillow princess after all.”
I chuckle as I kiss her lips once more. What did I do to deserve her? I move again, and her eyes widen as she tears her mouth free.
“Didn’t you?”
“Yes, Daphne. I did. Trust me.” I thrust hard, making her cry out. “But I’m not human, pretty mouse.”
“Holy Idol babies,” she murmurs.
No... our babies. Soon enough. I want to see her belly curve with the product of our love. Not now, when there’s a war to be fought. But in the future she is building.
I want everything with this woman who came from nowhere. Nothing else will suffice.
Mate.
Agreed.
Chapter Twenty Eight
Daphne
How did little old Daphne Stone get so freaking lucky? That’s all I can think as I stare at the sleeping dragon man who claimed a part of me forever. Before, it felt as if he were caretaking it, but now it’s irrevocably his. And in return, I own a part of him.
Whatever lies in our future, I know I’ll be happy so long as we are together. I only hope that I give them the same.
“Stone sister.” A disembodied voice echoes in the room.
Theo’s eyes snap open, gold rolling over his irises as he assesses the room for threats.
“How can I help you, All Knowing?” I ask as I roll onto my back and rub my tired eyes. Theo’s leg slings across mine, keeping me close while still tangled in the sheets.
“If you are quite done copulating, could we address the many things happening in my library?”
“Technically, it’s mine and Gwyneth’s library. But what things in particular are causing you distress?”
The All Knowing groans as if me pointing out the ownership of somewhere he’s taken care of for many an annus is an issue.Suck it up, buttercup.
