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“You’re doing so good my precious Dream, the worst part of it is over. Just breathe, the pain should fade quickly,” I murmur to her, keeping my fingers still as she adjusts to them. When she pushes her hips up towards me, I continue my ministrations, using my fingers to bring her to the crescendo of pleasure once again.
I let my shadows fall away as I crawl up her small quivering frame, loving the way she feels beneath me. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask her. “We can just play with each other, or cuddle if you decide not to go any further.” Her consent matters the most to me—checking in with her is something that makes this all the more special for me; making sure she’s comfortable and wants me is my number one priority, no matter how much I want to be balls deep inside her, claiming her for the rest of my life.
Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, still coming down from that last orgasm. She cups my face, holding me captive with her mesmerizing gaze. “It may have taken me a moment to get there once my memories came back. But I’ve always loved you guys. Each of you are a part of my soul, it’s like the fates have put you in my path from the very beginningbecause they knew I would always need you. I love you, Aemon. Even though I forgot you for a bit, I don’t think my heart ever did.” She leans up, pulling my mouth to hers, wrapping her legs around me. “Mate me,” she states for the third time and this time, I don’t make her ask again.
Carefully, I line myself up at her entrance and push in, feeling every pulse of her cunt as she squeezes me. My forehead rests against hers and I growl as pure masculine need sparks at the base of my spine. “I love you too, Little Dream. So fucking much,” I growl as I fully seat myself inside her.
“Fuck,” she groans, throwing her head back.
I capture her lips as I palm her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she meets me thrust for thrust. “Your cunt is like pure, unfiltered magick,” I mumble against her lips. “I could live inside you.” I pound into her and with each thrust, I feel lost in the pheromones that surround us. There’s nothing but the two of us, nothing else exists.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpers.
Those four words drive me over the edge. My balls pull up and my cock twitches as I fill her with my cum and she falls over the edge with me. And it’s like instinct pulls at me as I sink my teeth into the top of her breast, the taste of her coppery blood filling my mouth. At the same time, I feel her teeth pierce my arm and it’s like our souls collide and meld together. Heat blasts across my mark and I know with every fibre of my being that this glorious female who’s wrapped in my arms officially tied her soul to mine.
My mate.
My everything.
I tighten my arms around her, our chests heaving in sync. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
A small breathy laugh escapes from her swollen lips. “No, you didn’t hurt me. That was better than anything I could haveimagined.” She tilts her head back to look up at me and I can’t help but kiss her forehead as she continues, “Although the bite on my neck is a little uncomfortable. Is yours okay? I don’t know what came over me.”
My fingers glide gently across her face as I inhale the strong stormy scent that is my mate. I brush her hair away from her neck and see the indents of my teeth and elongated canines permanently marked there. The site is slightly red and bloody but gives me a sense of primal satisfaction. How right she looks with my bite on her. I’m not even fazed by the slight discomfort of her bite on me—if anything, I welcome it.
“It must have something to do with being true mates. Once we can get you back into the castle I’ll see if we can find out more. True mates have been gone forever and a lot of the stories passed down may have been skewed over the years. The information I found is nothing more than what you read in that book at Phixmery.”
She sighs, resting her head against me. “I bet the dragons know, but if they do they probably won’t tell us until the time is right.”
I chuckle. “You’re probably right.” My hand glides along her back and I can’t help the sick feeling that curls in my stomach as my fingers hit every bit of raised flesh along her back. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner; I could have saved her from this.
Her body becomes rigid. “No, you couldn’t have,” she responds. “I think the fates made sure I came back at a certain time. I don’t think I would have believed you back then.”
My brows hit my hairline. “I didn’t say that out loud, Little Dream.”
Her cheek flexes against my chest as she smiles. “Your mind is wide open right now. You can’t live in the past, inmy past. There’s nothing but darkness there and it won’t help anything. It’s best not to think of them.”
I go to open my mouth to respond, but she cuts me off.
“I’m not ready to tell those stories yet. I’m not ready to go back there and taint this beautiful memory of our bonding with those horrors. Please.” Her mouth stops moving but I hear the words of her mind. “Please don’t look at them. Please don’t,” she chants silently.
It breaks my heart to see her so broken over the wounds she survived. I use my shadows and flip her onto her stomach. “Your scars—as much as I hate seeing them mar your skin—they’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. Each of these marks shows me how strong you are, what you’ve endured.” My lips press to each one as I talk. “You’re not just a survivor, you’re a warrior, and I'm proud to have you as my mate. The realm will be proud to have you as their Queen.” I continue my kisses, making sure each and every scar is not left untouched. I may not have been able to stop them from being here but I will not let her hurt herself by feeling bad about them.
I kiss the last one before settling back down beside her and I wipe her tear-stained face. “You are my heart, Ravina. I won’t push you, but if Talyn or Killian see them, they aren’t going to be as patient with answers.”
She snorts and then sniffles. “Talyn probably wouldn’t care one bit.” She doesn’t mention Killian, but I leave it.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed. We have a long day of training tomorrow,” I whisper as I haul her small frame up into my arms and carry her towards the bathroom.
“Thank you,” she says lightly, sleep echoing in her tone.
“You never need to thank me. I’ve got you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
MY HEART CLENCHES AS I re-read the letter Aemon gave me this morning that was delivered by one of the staff. We were enjoying our morning-after bliss from mating last night, and now the joy that I’ve been feeling has been squashed like a rodent beneath a dragon’s claw.
No, no, this can’t be happening.
