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Damn him! Hate him! He feels so good.
Her pussy began to contract around him as something electric shot down her spine. Wave after wave of heat crashed through her. She screamed as she came, tight spasms wracking her. Her pussy convulsed around him, so tight it pushed him over the edge.
His lips parted on an abrupt exhale of breath. His stomach tightened, and his legs shook right before he threw his head back and drove himself so deep inside her, she felt every hot spurt of his seed.
Their breathing was a ragged mess for several minutes as they held each other close, their orgasms seeming to go on and on. She was too spent to remember to punch him or pull out of his embrace.
“Well, are you two done now?” someone asked, but Luna’s eyes had slid shut.
“Sleep,” Bastille whispered as he stroked a hand over her silver-white hair. “You did well for your first feed, my little mate.”
“Hate…you.”
“Donotsay that.”
“Will never…stop hating you.”Exhausted. Dots of black claimed her vision.
Chapter 38
Daxton glared up at the moon from his hotel balcony.I know Bastille has her. I know it. He cursed, his fists clenching on the railings standing between him and a long fall—though a dragon shifter had no worries of falling, since he could fly.
The past few days had been spent searching for her. He still remembered her sweet smell. Her sweettasteon his tongue. He had not been looking for a mate, but he had found his. Now, his heart panged at the lack of her presence beside him.
Maybe he should have been thinking about his kingdom and the pending war with the Dark Ones—always a war between the sun and moon predators—but all he seemed capable of reflecting on was the way her hair shone like moonlight. The way her sapphire eyes were treasures to him.
I hardly know her; yet, my soul recognizes her. I hardly know her, but she owns me. Was that what it was like for Bastille as well?
Daxton cursed again. How was he supposed to share her with the basilisk? Dragons were possessive, jealous creatures.I would much enjoy spit-roasting him.
He stared out at the other balcony rooms across from him. Gods, he could basicallyseeher in his mind. Pale hair and skin. Glaring at the moon like someone had wronged her. Wait—that was her.
His eyes narrowed on the balcony room several floors below him on the other side of the massive hotel.No other female has hair like hers. Like moonstone.
His wings shot out from his back. As king, he was capable of partial shifts, meaning he could breathe fire or—when it suited him—fly while still in human form.It suits me now.
Flying across the stretch to where she stood alone on the balcony, the dragon swooped down. She was muttering angrily to herself and pacing back and forth. He pressed a hand over her mouth and gathered her in his arms as she flailed. Holding her, he flew right back to his room near the very top of the wide building.
She struggled, wiggling in his arms, but went completely still when he lowered them back to solid ground. His wings flexed and wrapped around them where they stood. The red scales provided a sort of sound-proofed barrier, hiding them from the outside world.
“D-Dragon?” she questioned.
“Little mate,” he whispered, worrying this was a dream as he smiled down at her. “My name is Daxton.”
He paused when he saw a flash of white in her mouth. Brows furrowing in curiosity, he gently pinched her chin and guided her face up to peer at her. He swiped a thumb over her bottom lip, peeling the lush, pink flesh back. Fangs. His little mate had fangs, which she had not had before.
Reeling, he asked breathlessly, “What did they do to you?” Pain speared his chest as her eyes watered.
Through unspent tears, she sputtered, “T-They turned me into a v-vampire.”
“Against your will?”
“I—I was a Duttur prey and t-they—”
They had turned his mate into a Dark One—his opposition, the despised breed of immortals. Ones ruled by the moon and with a penchant for pain and evil.Theyalteredmy mate.
A loud, threatening rumble shook the dragon’s chest. “I will slaughter them.”
That caused his mate to cry. Silent tears fell down the smooth skin of her round cheeks.
