Page 47 of Possessed By the Dragon Alien
He would not argue with that, because his need had reached a critical point. He spread her thighs and nudged the head of his cock against her sex. “Look at me,” he commanded gently.
Her eyes locked onto his, and in that moment, they were the only two beings in the universe.
Madrian notched the head of his cock to her slick entrance. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her desire-glazed eyes and parted lips before pressing forward. The broad crown stretched her open slowly. Tight, wet heat enveloped him, making him feel like he was losing his mind. Every nerve was attuned to the sensation of her silken walls gripping him like a vise. It was a feeling beyond anything he had ever known, and a connection that went deeper than the physical.
With a muttered curse, he slid the rest of the way in. So much for slow and drawn out. She didn’t seem to want that anyway. Her body yielded to his, accepting him. This female wantedhim, with all of his flaws. With all his mistakes. Raw emotion ripped a guttural noise from his throat. Her inner muscles fluttered around his shaft. Madrian gritted his teeth and fought the urge to rut like a beast. Instead, he moved slowly, drawing back only to thrust forward again.
Madrian’s world narrowed to where their bodies joined. The friction created a delicious heat that threatened to consume them both. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the sensations, in the look of pure abandon on Nena’s face, and in the rising swell of his own impending release.
They climbed higher together and the outside world faded away. It was only the two of them, locked in an embrace that heknew would change them both, forever. Nena had branded his soul with her love, and he would carry that mark for the rest of his days.
Nena’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned at the exquisite friction. Madrian spread his wings around them, creating an intimate cocoon where only their breaths and whispers existed. Tension was building within her. He could feel her sex tightening around his cock. He could see her faster breathing and the tendons going taut in her neck as she arched her body.
“Come for me, Nena,” he urged. “Let go, my love.”
With a cry, she shattered around him. Her pussy clenched with the force of her orgasm.
This was more than lust or some primal urge to claim. This was a profound sense of belonging, of finally finding where he truly fit. Nena’s eyes locked onto his, reflecting the depth of their connection, and in that gaze, he saw not just desire, but trust, understanding, and a shared vulnerability that bound them together. This female was his, and he knew without a single doubt that hewouldburn down the Axis for a chance to be with her. With a final, deep thrust, he followed her over the edge, spilling himself inside her with a roar.
The world was still, their bodies entwined, hearts pounding in unison. Madrian rolled onto his side, taking Nena with him. He wasn’t ready to break their connection. He wasn’t ready for anything, really, that didn’t involve staying right there in that bed with her.
He brushed a stray lock of damp hair from her face. “We are bonded, Nena,” he murmured. “Now and always.”
She gave him a soft, sated smile that warmed him to his core. “Yes, we are, Madrian. Forever.”
They lay wrapped in each other’s arms and Madrian closed his eyes. Tears burned them. Not sad tears, but tears producedby emotions he hadn’t known existed. He—one of the most feared and dangerous beings in the quadrant—had found his home. It wasn’t in a grand fortress, but in the form of a small, female farmer from a penal colony. He slid out of her, finally, although he’d stay there forever if he could. Shortly after, she drifted off to sleep and he watched her, committing to memory the contours of her face, the soft weight of her, the scent of their bodies’ union. He wanted to think they had hundreds ofmig-cycles to hold each other. Many, many cycles to learn about each other, laugh together, argue, cry, and just live.
But he wasn’t sure they did. Madrian knew better than anyone else on this ship how lethal the Axis was. He knew victory would not only come at a price, but it may very well not come at all.
TWENTY-TWO
Nena woke slowly. Awareness returned like sunlight filtering through morning mist. Her body felt tender in places, alive in ways she’d never experienced. The memory of Madrian’s touch, his reverent kisses, the overwhelming sensation of their joining, made heat bloom in her chest.
She was alone in the bed. Madrian’s side was still warm. This suggested he hadn’t been gone long. The covers held his clean, metallic scent, tinged with that underlying warmth like sun-heated stone. She buried her face in his pillow and allowed herself a moment to simplyfeel.
Sweet stars.This was what bonding was supposed to be. Not the perfunctory coupling she’d endured with her assigned mate on Settlement 112-1, but this consuming fire that seemed to remake her from the inside out. Her body hummed with contentment, but more than that, something fundamental had shifted in her soul. She feltcompletein a way she’d never imagined possible.
A soft chime indicated the beginning of the day cycle, and Nena stretched languorously before forcing herself to rise. She found clothes laid out over a chair and smiled. Even in small gestures, he cared for her. But as she shook out the garments,the smile faded. Her fingers played over the soft pants. They were fitted and had multiple pockets. The deep blue tunic was simple and meant to be cinched over the pants with a leather belt that was laid over the clothes. Brown boots that came up mid-thigh added a serious look to the whole thing.
Madrian may have left them for her, but her friends had provided them. She rubbed the fine fabric between her fingers and sighed. This wasnotthe clothing of someone on a pleasant getaway. This was the practical attire of a person of authority. She bathed in the hygiene chamber and dressed quickly. Her long hair was straight and clean, and she pulled it back into a simple braid. When she looked in the mirror, all versions of the prisoner Nena had been were gone. She saw a free Terian female, dressed for a new role entirely. She saw a rebel. A leader. A complete stranger.
She glanced back at the window where the stars weretoobright. Too fierce. She always imagined they spoke to her, and just then, she felt like their message was defiant:Fight, Nena. Nena was not a fighter. She liked peace. She liked balance. Those two things were not going to be part of her reality in the near future.
With a sigh, she opened the door and made her way through the corridors and lifts until she heard the sound of voices. She followed them toward what she remembered was the central hall area, and then on past that. The familiar laughter of her friends guided her steps. Her heart lifted as the voices grew louder and she entered a dining room.
This room was warm and inviting and filled with the rich aroma ofrealfood—not the processed rations they’d survived on during their escape. Large windows showed the star field beyond. She could get used to seeing the stars so clearly. They settled her nerves and made her feel grounded, even when everything was unsettled.
Her five friends were clustered around one end of a long table. Plates of food sat before them, but their attention was focused on animated conversation. Nena paused in the doorway. She was struck by how different they all looked. Gone were the drab, worn out clothes of Settlement 112-1. Turi wore deep green that complemented her blue hair. Sevas had chosen practical, tactical blacks that hugged her body. It suited her newly revealed yellow locks. Fivra looked pretty in a loose-fitting, soft pink dress that matched her vibrant hair. Lilas wore a sleeveless leather top and snug pants in dark purple. It looked likeleather, which had been unheard of in the settlements, and made her features even more striking. And Cerani…
Cerani had always been the artistic one among them. She wore a flowing tunic in muted earth tones that shifted color in the light, with shimmery pants. Her light gold eyes spotted Nena first, and her face lit up with joy.
“There she is,” Cerani said warmly, rising to embrace her. “We were beginning to debate whether to wake you or let you sleep this cycle.”
Heat crept up Nena’s neck as the others turned to greet her with knowing smiles. “Last cycle was exhausting. I must have needed the rest.”
“Did you sleep well?” Turi asked with perfect innocence, though her eyes danced with mischief.
“Very well, thank you,” Nena replied with as much dignity as she could muster. She settled into the empty seat beside Cerani and pulled over a clean plate.
