"Come. Now."
Orgasm hits like lightning. My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock as pleasure crashes through every nerve. He experiences it from my perspective—the overwhelming intensity, the way my entire body goes taut, the sounds tearing from my throat.
And that pushes him over the edge.
He buries himself deep, cock pulsing as he comes inside me. I experience his climax layered over mine—the way my pussy grips him, the pleasure that borders on pain, the satisfaction that roars through him.
We lie tangled together afterward, breathing hard, his cock still inside me as aftershocks roll through us both. Contentment settles across the bond, pleasure giving way to bone-deep satisfaction.
"That's what the bond can do," he says finally, voice rough from exertion. "In combat, you filter out the physical sensation. Keep the awareness. Know where I am, what I'm sensing, what I need from you. Coordinate without speaking."
Tactics form in my head. "If I'm engaged with one target and you're fighting another, we'd both know if either of us is in trouble."
"Yes." He pulls me closer, finally sliding out of me. "But it requires trust. Complete openness. No barriers, no holding back. In the middle of a fight, that's difficult to maintain."
"We just proved I can maintain focus while the bond is wide open." I push up on one elbow, studying his face. "What aren't you telling me?"
Hesitation flows across the link. Then resignation. He's not going to lie to me.
"Mikhail knows about bond mechanics. He's studied dragon pairs for centuries. If he realizes we're using the connection to coordinate, he'll target it. Find ways to weaponize the feedback."
Pain could travel through the bond. Distraction. Using our connection against us. "So we practice until coordination becomes instinct."
"Yes."
His phone vibrates somewhere near the cave entrance. The intrusion shatters the moment.
Finn retrieves it, keeping me tucked against his side. Declan's name displays on the screen.
"Talk." He answers without preamble.
I can't hear Declan's side, but Finn's instant alertness tells me everything. Hunter instinct activating. Whatever the Brotherhood found, it's significant.
He ends the call. "They found something at the northern cliffs. We need to go."
I'm already moving, reaching for clothes. "What did they find?"
"Declan didn't say. Just that I needed to see it. Could be a trap."
"Then we go prepared." I pull my hair back into a practical braid.
He studies me for a long moment. Tactical advantage of having backup versus vulnerability of exposing his newly made mate to potential combat.
Finally, he nods. "Stay close. Follow my lead. If I tell you to run, you shift and try to take to the sky. No arguments."
"Agreed. But I haven't had a chance to fly."
"Yet. That's how we'll get to the site."
He shifts as he speaks. Silver mist and thunder fill the cave, and where the man stood, there's now a dragon—crimson scales and aquamarine eyes that glow with predator focus.
I call for my own transformation. The shift comes easier each time. Mist surrounds me and between one breath and the next, I'm dragon—crimson and gold scales with wings that span the cave.
Ready?Clear and certain across the bond.
Ready.
We launch from the cliff together.
