Page 80 of Been There Dragon That
Bond them together for the rest of their lives.
“Rylee,” he said, pulling his mouth from hers a fraction of an inch. His fangs descended just a little. The need to claim her was screaming in his head.
She stared up at him with blue eyes full of attraction and excitement and desire. “Yes.”
He kissed her again.
Not roughly, not aggressively, but it wasn’t tentatively either. He kissed her the way he wanted, the way he’d always dreamed he would kiss his mate. The way he would kiss the woman meant for him. The woman he would spend his life with.
She was so soft. Her curves fit perfectly against him.
He pulled her tighter and kissed a little harder.
He pressed his tongue deeper, tasting her and the low whimpering needy moan growing in her throat. He felt it all. Tasted every emotion.
One of Rylee’s hands moved to his neck and then to his ear, tracing the lobe. So soft. So gentle. Like she was memorizing what he felt like.
Liquid fire burned in his veins.
Everything about her touch drove him wild, made his pulse pound, made his heart hammer, made all logical thought impossible.
He slid his hands down over her curvy ass and ground her body against his, pressing himself even harder to her core. He could smell her sweet scent. Her arousal filled his lungs like a drug driving his dragon mad with desire.
A sound of pleasure vibrated from deep in his chest.
He kissed along her jaw and down her neck and found himself nipping at the soft curve of her neck. The place he wanted to mark her and bind her to him forever.
“I want you as mine forever, Rylee.” The words came out half prayer, half plea. “I want to mark you as mine. Bind our souls together.”
He licked the place on her neck, and she shivered.
“I want that too, Wrath. I want everything with you.” Her voice was soft, but clear. “Please.”
He opened his mouth wider, allowed his fangs to descend all the way, and he bit down on her neck, breaking the skin, tasting her blood, and marking her as his forever.
She clutched at him, her hands tangled in his hair, but didn’t cry out. She clung to him like he was the very air she needed to breathe.
He felt the change between them inside himself. Things that weren’t aligned were. He watched the luminescence of the soul call fade from her skin. He felt the connection between them snap into place like a taut bowstring.
Her emotions. Her sense of being.
Everything reflected through their bond, and it was beautiful.
Everything was as it should be.
She was his.
He was hers.
They belonged.
Epilogue
TWO WEEKS LATER…
Rylee
“Honey, I can’t believe you’re staying here permanently. You know it snows. A lot. Are you sure? If Wrath wants to move to Texas, I’m sure your father could put a good word in with the Chief of Police in Dallas.”
