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She comes with a sharp cry, body arching, fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to bruise. The sight of her undone, pleasure transforming her features, nearly pushes me over the edge. The dragon surges, scales rippling beneath my skin, eyes burning amber.

Before I can pull back, regain control, Lila’s tugging me upward, onto the bed, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

“Inside me,” she gasps. “Now, Talon. Please.”

I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, restraint hanging by a thread. Shewraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, urging me forward, taking the decision from my hands.

I push into her slowly, feeling her stretch around me, her heat enveloping me inch by aching inch. Her fingers dig into my back, urging me deeper, faster. I comply, unable to deny her anything in this moment.

Our bodies find rhythm, ancient as the dragon blood in my veins. Each thrust draws sounds from her that feed something primitive in me, something possessive and fierce. My mouth finds her neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin.

“Mine,” I growl without meaning to, dragon instincts bleeding into human voice.

“Yes,” she gasps, either not noticing or not caring about the possessiveness in my tone. “Yes, Talon.”

The word pushes me closer to the edge, hips driving harder, deeper. Her legs tighten around me, ankles crossed at the small of my back, taking me impossibly deep. I slide a hand between us, fingers finding her clit, wanting—needing—to feel her come around me.

She shatters with a cry that might be my name, her body clenching rhythmically around my cock, pulling me in. Making me part of her. The sensation triggers my own release, pleasure crashing through me in waves as I empty myself inside her, my body going rigid with the force of it.

In that moment of blinding pleasure, my control slips completely. My teeth find the junction of her neck and shoulder, biting down—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark. To claim.

The dragon in me roars satisfaction, even as alarm bells sound in the human part of my brain. Marking? Already?

What the fuck am I doing?

I pull back, apology forming on my lips, but the look on Lila’s face stops me. Not pain or fear, but wonder. Her fingers rise to the mark, touching it gently.

“What was that?” she asks, voice husky from pleasure and surprise.

Before I can answer, the door bursts open. Zoe stands there, her usual composure fractured by urgency. Her eyes take in our state—tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin—with a flash of surprise that quickly returns to professionalism.

“Syndicate forces spotted near the north ridge,” she reports without preamble. “Three scout teams, heavily armed.”

Ice replaces the warmth in my veins. I ease away from Lila, who quickly pulls the blanket over herself, the afterglow of pleasure draining from her face.

“How close?” I ask, reaching for my discarded clothes.

“Too close.” Zoe’s voice is tight. “We need to move. Now.”

“Understood,” I say, tossing Lila’s clothes to her. “Give us two minutes.”

Zoe nods once, already turning away, hand moving to the comms unit at her ear.

I pull on my jeans, watching as Lila dresses with the speed of someone who’s learned to seize moments when they come. Her face has paled, pleasure replaced by the familiar wariness of a captive who knows the cage is never far behind.

“They’ve found us,” she says. Not a question.

I give a terse nod. “How did they do it so damned fast?” I mutter.

“Is it me?” she says, her voice softening with uncertainty. “Do you think they’re tracking me?”

The implications unsettle me. Freedom never lasts long. Not in this world. Not with what’s coming.

“Doesn’t matter how they did it,” I say firmly, helping her to her feet. “They won’t take you again.”

Her eyes meet mine, haunted by the bone-deep certainty that the Syndicate never gives up what it considers its property.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she says softly.

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