"Legs over my shoulders." I kneel between her thighs and she complies, letting me fold her nearly in half. The position opens her completely, makes her vulnerable in ways that have my cock hardening again despite just finishing.
I slide back inside her and we both groan at the sensation. This angle lets me go deeper, hit spots that make her eyes roll back.
"Look at me." My hand wraps around her throat, not squeezing yet. Just resting there. A promise. "Through the bond. Look at me."
She opens the connection completely and I show her what I see. Her body beneath mine, marked and claimed and thoroughly fucked. The bite on her shoulder that declares her mine. The bruises forming on her hips. The way her pussy stretches around my cock, taking every inch.
And underneath the physical—certainty that burns through the bond. Mine. Tomorrow and every day after.
Her response flows back just as fierce. Yours.
I start to move, slow and deep, watching her face. My hand tightens slightly on her throat and her pussy clenches in response. She likes it. Likes the controlled danger, the reminder that I could hurt her but choose not to.
"This is what it’s all about." Each word punctuated by a thrust. "Keeping you. Destroying anyone who tries to take you."
"Yes." She reaches up, fingers digging into my shoulders. "Yes."
I fuck her slowly, deliberately, each stroke deep and measured. Drawing it out. Making this last. Pleasure builds gradually, layering with possessive need that burns hotter than dragon fire.
"Feel that?" I grind against her, changing the angle. "Feel this cock buried in your pussy?"
"Yes." Her voice breaks. "God, Finn?—"
I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off air just enough to make breathing difficult. Her pupils dilate further and arousal spikes sharp. The edge of danger heightens everything.
I lean down, teeth finding the claiming bite on her shoulder. I bite down—not breaking skin but hard enough to send sensation flooding between us. Her pussy clenches around me and I groan against her skin.
Images flash—not words, not promises, just raw certainty. I see her alive, fighting beside me, surviving. The dragon won't accept any other outcome.
She feels it, responds with matching ferocity. Her hands frame my face, forcing me to meet her eyes. The connection blazes between us, brighter than it's ever burned.
I fuck her harder now, chasing the climax building in both of us. The angle has my cock hitting deep, dragging against spots that make her cry out with every thrust. Our pleasure spirals higher, feeding off each other, amplifying until neither of us can tell where one ends and the other begins.
"Finn—" She's close, I can feel it.
"With me." My rhythm turns desperate, control fracturing. "Come with me."
Everything I'm feeling floods across the connection—my approaching climax, the way her pussy feels wrapped around my cock, the satisfaction at watching her fall apart beneath me. Pure possession with no softness to dilute it.
She shatters first, orgasm ripping through her with enough force to drag me over the edge. We come together, the connection blazing white-hot as pleasure crashes through both of us. I feel her pussy milking my cock, feel my cum flooding her, feel the absolute certainty that she's mine and I'm hers and nothing will separate us.
I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest. My hand finds the claiming bite and I press my thumb against it, feeling her pulse steady and strong.
"Time to get ready." My voice comes out rougher than intended.
"I know." She doesn't move. "Finn. Whatever happens?—"
"We both come back." I turn her to face me. "That's not a hope. That's a certainty. Understand?"
She studies my face and I let her feel my absolute conviction. "I understand."
We rise and shift, heading to the entrance of the cave before launching. We fly to the northern cliffs as the sun descends toward the horizon. Storm clouds build, the wind picking up from the north. The Brotherhood waits when we land. Declan and the others spread in defensive positions.
Kian, Rafe, and Grayson shift without discussion. Tiger, panther, bear—they disappear into the gathering darkness, heading north toward the lighthouse where Moira's being held.
Declan shifts, his wolf form powerful and deadly in the fading light. He’ll run the ridgeline while we take to the sky, my mate and I cutting through the air toward the convergence point. We’ll arrive exactly as Mikhail demands—on his terms, but ready to give him the fight he’s been planning for centuries.
The convergence point sits where ancient standing stones circle near tidal pools, three ley lines intersecting in patterns that amplify magic. Mikhail would have chosen this carefully. High magical energy. The perfect location to stage whatever working he's planned.
