Page 26 of Burn Dragon Burn

“In the infinite wisdom of the Universe and our Founding Elders, Clans were set up, one for each color of the Dragon Kings whose soul we carry within our own. Each was assigned a region in which to make their home and to protect their families. Over time, some have flourished, some have ceased to exist, and others have been born from the joining of many. As the Leader of the O’Rhordan Clan of the Pewter Dragons also known to our kin as the Dragon Protection Agency, it is an incredible honor to stand here today among those I am proud to call family. Fierce protectors and allies of the Light, we have always lived by one simple rule, Preserve life. Abolish evil.”

“Today, in the place the Hale’s have called home for centuries, I can feel the Universe’s unconditional acceptance of a true Seer, one’s whose power and Gift have reached for her Dragon’s in love, Donatella Hale.” Looking at Nat still sitting by her grandmother, Gil added, “Welcome to the family sister. You are just what Rafe has needed for longer than I can remember.”

“We, the whole of Dragon kin and my Clan in particular continue to be astounded as we continue to be blessed withextraordinary mates for the best among us. Every Dragon who finds the half of his Soul, the one woman in all the world who completes him as no one else, knows how very sacred his True Mate is. It is an incredible honor to witness the power of what the Universe, the Holy Father, Fate, Destiny, and our Elders put into place at our inception. We acknowledge and bless the mating of Rafe O’Rhordan to the One the Universe made for him, Donatella Hale. Will those seeking to witness this union please step forward?”

Getting up from his seat next to Angelique, Max stepped forward, his usual suave expression in place as he spoke. “I have waited many centuries to be allowed to witness the joining of a Dragon with his mate, and I am overjoyed that one I revere as a true brother is the first I am able to not only see, but to also be a part of. From the bottom of my heart and that of every member of my Pride, I offer you the Blessing of Panther – By her side may you always be. Love her without end. Honor in your every action. Be the man she needs and wants. It is the wish of the Father and the Mother Panther that you live every hour of all your tomorrows in happiness and love.”

Only able to nod as emotions clogged his throat, Rafe wondered if he would ever be able to thank the King for all he’d done to help him. There was no one quite like Max, and Rafe was glad to call him Brother.

The shuffling of feet pulled his attention to three men he’d been lucky enough to call Brethren for centuries. Stepping forward, Abe cleared his throat and winked before saying, “May your worst days be behind you. May your heart always skip a beat when you gaze into each other’s eyes. May you only know true love and may your children and their carry the traditions of family and hope they’ve learned from you.”

Getting to her feet before Abe was back in line, Angelique spoke from where she stood. “From the moment you were born,I knew you were destined for great things. Because we can see the past, the present and the future, I thought I would always be able to keep you safe. But, having now felt the helplessness of being blinded by wicked magic and evil intent, I find it hard to truly express how very, very happy I am you and Rafe have found one another. May God always bless you. May the Goddess always shine light on your path, and may you both hold each other tight, for after all, love is the tie that binds us.”

“The witness and blessings of Family, Dragon and Panther have been acknowledged, not only by myself, but by the Universe, the Holy Father, the Goddess of all and the Ancients for whom we owe our very existence. It is truly a blessed event to have witnessed and officiated the Mating Ceremony of my brother and now, sister-in-law.”

Rafe snickered as Gil winked at Nat then raised his eyebrows before continuing, “The Pewter Dragons were born of the flawless combination of Ice and Fire. They are the largest and strongest of all Metallic Dragons. Their impenetrable scales protect them in battle and their ability to take the form of the Battler Dragon makes them fierce in battle and nearly unbeatable. Honor of Clan and Family lie at the heart of a Pewter Dragon and will always be the guiding light in his effort to be all that his mate ever needs. To mate a Pewter Dragon is to accept all that they are and honor the power shared between mates.”

“As a true Seer and the granddaughter of Angelique Hale, Supreme Seer, do you Donatella take this man and his Dragon as the mate of your heart and soul?” Gil asked, authority and reverence ringing in his tone.

“With all that I will ever be, and all that we are together, I accept Rafe and his Dragon King into my heart, my soul, my life, and my spirit. I will share everything that I am with both of these extraordinary males every day of our lives together, both here and in the Heavens.”

Turning to Rafe, Gil asked, “As a Pewter Dragon, my brother and the Prince of our Clan, do you Rafe take this woman with all her talents and magic as not only your mate but that of your Dragon King?”

“Donatella is the completion of my soul, the love of my life, and the light to my darkness. I will love her, honor her, and cherish her with every single fiber of my being for all eternity. She will always be my focus, my true partner, and the love of my life.”

“Now is the time of the marking. It is my understanding that Rafe and Donatella will be leaving us at this time. Help me wish them all the happiness as we retire to the house and eat and drink in celebration of their union.”

As soon as everyone was gone and he was alone with his beautiful mate, Rafe kissed her until they were both breathless, lifted her into his arms, and making his way towards their brand new black Expedition, whispered, “Ready for your surprise, Mrs. O’Rhordan?”

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Stepping up onto the porch of the home they would be sharing as man and wife, Dragon and Mate, or whatever they were called, Rafe made quick work of the front door even though he insisted on holding her in his arms. Crossing the threshold, she chuckled as he kicked the door shut before stopping and letting her slide down his body. Drowning in his brilliant blue gaze, Nat slowly slid her fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. Their kiss went from soft and passionate to hard and fiery in a single beat of their combined hearts.

Moving so quickly she barely realized he’d done it, Rafe’s hands were on her ass and once again her feet left the floor as she fisted his hair. With her back touching the wall, her dress rode up her legs as she wrapped them around his waist, welcoming his aroused cock against her already wet, silk-covered pussy. Rolling her hips, trying to satiate the earth-shattering need she knew would always come from the touch of her Dragon, she tore her lips from her mate’s and gasped, “Rafe, yes, oh my God, I need you. I need… I need to feel you… all of you.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than he was stalking into the living room, coming to a jarring halt in the center of the room. When her toes touched the ground, his hands left her waist, immediately unzipping her dress while his lips nipped and tasted across her décolletage.

Tearing at his clothes, she pulled the buttons from his shirt until it was completely open, throwing the offending material over her shoulder while squirming out of her dress. Hands and lips and fiery passion, their foreplay was frantic and forceful and blessedly over in less than a minute.

Using his enhanced speed, Rafe grabbed the quilt from the couch and spread it on the floor, laid her atop and knelt at her feet. With his hands around one of her ankles, he kissed up the inside of her leg, leaving tiny love bites, and soothing with long, slow licks until her pussy was slick with desire and she was crazy with need.

Laying down, his wide shoulders pushed open her legs, spreading her wide as her clit throbbed and her hips raised of their own volition. Smiling a smile that was all male pride, he looked her right in the eye as he slipped first one and then another finger into her shivering body, asking “Does my gorgeous mate need her Dragon, yet?”

Gasping at the overwhelming pleasure just his fingers could give her, she was unable to speak, only able to nod and mewl as he pushed in a third finger before leaning down and repeatedly flicking her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue until she was screaming, “Rafe… oh Rafe…. Yes…”

Passion burnt through her veins as he removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. Deep inside her, licking her pussy and sucking her clit, he set a miraculous rhythm that hurtled Nat into her first orgasm in mere minutes. Fisting his hair, she held her mate tight to her body as flames of passion threaten to burn her alive.

Barely coherent, she opened her eyes just in time to look at the miracle that was her mate as his cock entered her wanting body in one fluid motion. “You are mine and I am yours,” he growled. “Now and forever, Donatella O’Rhordan. Never shall we part.” Exhaling as the tip of his cock touched the bottom of her womb, he ground out, “Eternity is ours. I love you,mo cheann agus grá amháin.”

Leaning forward, he placed his hands on either side of her head, lifting her hips off the quilt with his own and holding utterly still. Filling her so completely, she felt his cock throbbing within her, knowing in the depths of her that they were finally, truly one.

Moving out of her and right back in over and over, picking up speed with every pass, stroking her sensitive bundle of nerves and bumping her clit, Rafe leaned even farther forward, sucking her hardened nipple into his mouth. Working it with tongue and teeth to the same perfect rhythm and speed as his erection worked in and out of her slick channel, the sensations were mind-blowing, unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

Each slap of his flesh to hers reaffirmed the absolute perfection of their union. Her pussy tightened. He drove harder. Her nails bit into the skin of his shoulders and back. He thrust with unwavering precision, driving the air from her lungs.

Letting her nipple fall from his lips Rafe snarled, “Say it, Donatella, say you are mine.”

She loved being possessed, loved belonging to her Dragon as magic filled the room and the pewter scales of his Dragon covered the back of his hands as she shrieked her answer, “Yours… I am yours, Rafe. I will always be only yours.”

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