“No one will ever touch you again without your permission,” I murmur, as I peel away the garments she is wearing and settle between her thighs, breathing her in. “Dragons don’t rush. We demonstrate our love with slow worship.”
My claws recede so I can part her slowly. She gasps, her hips lifting in eagerness for my touch. I flatten my tongue against her, and she shudders as a fractured sound escapes her throat. Her sweetness infuses me with a rush of desperate hunger, causing my tongue to shift.
My eyes burn like molten metal as my tongue elongates, thickening slightly, growing rougher, and splitting at the tip. The textured surface is faintly ridged with taste buds, designed by evolution to sense our mates' pleasure, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
Aura's breath catches at the first contact. “Kelan—what—?”
She tries to close her legs, but I growl low, the sound vibrating through her as I hold her open with the pressure of my forearms. “Shhh, little flame. Let me love you the way only a dragon can.”
I drag the forked tips through her slick folds, slowly, letting each ridge bump over her already swollen clit. She jerks, a cry torn from her lips, earning a growl of appreciation from Ronyn.
My tongue moves in patterns no human could replicate,the twin tips circling her clit, then dipping low in tandem. When I push one inside her and flick the other across that swollen, aching bud, her hips buck helplessly.
I groan against her, drunk on her taste, and the deep satisfaction that pleasuring her gives me. Each lick floods me with sensation, both physical and magical. Her essence tingles down my throat like starlight. Her pleasure feeds me, fueling my desire.
She clutches the furs, moaning, writhing, and I press deeper, both tips of my tongue sliding into her, curling, and stroking her inner walls with its delicate, ridged texture.
“Kelan… oh, oh, I’m going to—”
Her sweet pussy pulses around my tongue, drawing it deeper. I scissor and flutter inside her, elongating her pleasure until tears leak from her eyes and her body twitches uncontrollably. I cup her sex, and she gushes into my palm, the lubrication enough that I’m confident she will be able to take me. My wings flare in primal triumph, and when I rise above her, licking my lips and my palm clean, she blinks at me with dazed awe.
“You’re not real,” she whispers, voice shaking. “Youcan’tbe real.”
I lower my body over hers, my thick, ridged cock throbbing against her slick heat.
“I’m yours, Aura. My mate. My queen.”
My pupils turn to slits, and a soft growl rumbles from deep in my chest. The sound makes Aura’s body clench, and when I do it again, her legs wrap around me.
Darial chuckles softly, brushing her hair from her face. “You like his growl?” he murmurs.
Ronyn watches with a flicker of fire in his gaze, eager for his turn.
I tear the material from my waist, watching as Aura’s eyes widen at what is revealed. My cock is thick, ridged with faint patterns of silver veinwork that pulse with heat. It looks almost pierced, with a subtle flare near the base designed to lock inside her.
Her breath hitches. “Kelan—”
I press a kiss to her knee and lick her sweat-slicked thigh, buzzing with anticipation.
“We go slow,” I promise. “You were made for us, Aura. Your body will know ours. It will open like a flower in the summer sun.”
She reaches down, trailing her fingers over my length, studying its ridges and girth. “I’m small,” she whispers. “How—?”
“Let me show you.”
I notch the tip at her soft, wet entrance, holding myself above her. With soft kisses, she relaxes, moaning against my lips, and I push in gradually, letting her body stretch around me, watching every trace of sensation cross her face. Awe, pleasure, and amazement coalesce, and thankfully, no pain. Her hands clench in the furs before resting against my rune and scale-covered chest, as though she’s ready to push me away if she needs to. Ronyn strokes her thigh, Darial kisses her shoulder and she opens like the good little mate she is. Inch by inch, she spreads, and when I’m fully sheathed, buried to the base, radiating with magic I’m struggling to contain, I pause, wanting to capture this memory and keep it close to my heart. This is more than simply a way to give us both pleasure. This is about binding and claiming. This is a moment I doubted would come, and now that it’s here, it doesn’t seem real.
I touch my forehead to hers. My wings arch around her,as fire shimmers across my skin, and my glowing runes reflect onto her skin, inscribing themselves into her flesh like stardust. Then I move in slow, powerful thrusts.
Aura cries out, her fingers clutching the furs again, then reaching for me. I catch one hand in mine, threading our fingers together as my hips roll, dragging more wetness from her core and more helpless sounds from her throat. Her body opens to me, both physically and magically. Her eyes flutter open, dazed and shining. “Kelan,” she gasps with pleasure and wonder. “I—I feel you. Everywhere.”
“You’re ours,” I growl. “You were always ours.”
Her legs lock around my waist. Her body tightens, gripping me with that silken heat. Ronyn presses a kiss to her temple, and his hand trails down, firm, and rough, palming one of her breasts, thumb flicking her nipple. “Look at you,” he mutters with reverence and hunger. “Taking our alpha so well.”
Darial presses closer on her other side, slipping a hand between us, fingers teasing her clit as I thrust deeper. She shrieks, the sound torn from somewhere feral and beautiful.
“You’re ours now, love,” Darial murmurs against her ear. “Forever.”
