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I knew I should stop before it got out of control, but feared it was already too late when I released a throaty groan of need and found myself hoisted in the air, straddling him. I was only vaguely aware of a relatively unstable tree against my back and a sheer, dangerous drop to the turbulent ocean mere feet away.
And I didn’t care in the least.
All I cared about was feeling the steely, engorged length he pressed between my thighs deep inside me as soon as possible. In fact, I wanted to feel it so badly I chanted away our clothes without understanding how I did it, tore my lips from his, yanked him closer, loving the feel of his slightly hairy chest against my sensitive breasts, and gasped in his ear that I couldn’t wait.
“Don’t make me wait,” I groaned raggedly, starved with need, begging for the fix only my mate could give me, because no matter what happened or where I ended up, Sloan would always be mine and I, his.
Catching my thoughts and craving me just as much, a deep rumble of approval vibrated in his chest, and he didn’t thrust hard and fast like I knew he wanted to, but let me sink ontohim slowly, and holyhell, it felt exquisite. More than I was used to, but I was so ready for him that, despite a slight stretching sensation, he felt amazing.
As he filled me, my entire body, inside and out, came alive in a whole new way. Orgasmic couldn’t begin to describe the immense pleasure I experienced as he kept one hand on my backside, protecting me from the bark, gripped the branch overhead, and rode me as ferociously as I rode him, basking in endless mini-climaxes I knew were leading to an epic explosion.
Once upon a time in a Morrow far, far away, we would have been each other’s first and only, and taken this encounter far slower. It would have been tentative and awkward and full of young, blossoming love. Now, it was wickedly passionate, born of anger over all the years lost to us and the fury of our inner beasts for having been denied each other.
It wassointense my vision hazed red as my inner beast swelled inside me, screaming toward the surface every bit as much as the orgasm I raced toward.
And it was every bit as angry as my human half.
Angry because it hadn’t just lost its mate to another woman and six centuries, but furious because I had clipped its wings by shoving it in a plane before embracing it. Not just that, but I clipped its wings and blocked its mate, so it didn’t even have the comfort of telepathic communication anymore. So it was no real surprise that when the climax of all climaxes slammed into me, I cried out because it was the most amazing thing I had ever felt.
And the most terrifying.
Raking my hands down Sloan’s back, I roared in part ecstasy, part rage, entrenched in the extraordinary pleasure rushing through me. Then somehow it warped and changed, and my vision blazed redder still. That’s when I realized I was no longer in Sloan’s arms, and he had staggered backwards. Grown smaller.
Yet all I could do was roar at the sky, angry at it. Roar until I was part of the sky, determined to defeat it and be free from it, yet at the same time craving it as much as I had craved Sloan moments before. Craved the wind on my face, planes had kept from me. The movement of flight that modern-day technology had stolen. It turned out, as I flapped my newfound wings, that things hadn’t gone nearly how they should have.
After all, I hadn’t embraced my dragon.
Ithad embracedme.
Even worse, it had trapped me inside it just like I had trapped it, ripping away all control.
CHAPTER TWELVE
–Sloan–
ICAN SAFELY say nothing has ever satisfied or terrified me more than lying with Willow. Kissing her again after so long, then sinking deep inside her for the first time, was untouchable. By far the best experience of my life until I felt her inner beast roaring up with her release, and I had no choice but to set her down and step back.
No choice as she shifted into the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
Yet even as her sparkling amber dragon roared in rage and anguish at the sky, finally free from the cage she’d been trapped in for far too long, my spirits sank as I beheld her in all her glory. Sorrow, I forced aside when I sensed her dragon ripping away her control as it launched into the air, eager to spread its once-trapped wings.
Terrified I wouldn’t be able to follow her because I had never been able to shift in the Morrow, it seemed my inner beast's fear bypassed all the magic of this place, because with a wee bit of extra effort, I embraced my dragon and raced after her.
She seemed to experience none of the usual awkwardness her first time flying, but exuded pure power and grace as she whipped out over the turbulent sea toward an incoming storm. And I had long learned storms were especially vibrant and unpredictable in the Morrow.
“Willow?”I roared into her mind, speaking the way of dragons.“Can you hear me, lass?”
“I can.”Her inner voice was merely shaky, where most would be screaming in terror.“She’s got me, Sloan. My dragon’s in full control, and I can’t do a thing about it. Even worse, she doesn’t give a damn. She’s furious, and I don’t blame her.”Her tone was genuinely regretful.“It’s a terrible feeling to be caged like this. To have all your control ripped away.”Then I felt her sadness.“What I did to her time and time again was horrific, and I did it all to keep her mate away.”
“You didnae know,”I replied, trying to be there for her the best I could because flying into the wind was a struggle, not to mention the strength and speed her immense power gave her, made it hard for me to catch up.“Because of me, all you knew was heartache. Both of you were there for me when I needed you, and you intended to spend the rest of your lives with me, yet you felt shunned in the end. Rejected. And your human half did all she could, not to hurt her dragon but to escape the heartache.”
“I’m so sorry...I had no idea...”she said softly, not to me, but to her inner beast. Who had to matter more than me, not because she didn’t love me, but because she realized she needed to love her inner beast more. Had to love herself,allof herself, before everything and anyone else.
And it seemed she must have because her dragon slowed and allowed her some control, and I finally caught up to her. When I fell in beside her and our eyes connected for the first time in this form, I knew her dragon forgave her every bit as much as her human half had forgiven me, and they became one in record time.
“You’re gorgeous, mate,”she murmured, her dragon eyes flaring in approval as she took in my great beast, a pale sage green color the same as my eyes.“Thanks for being here for...us. Both of us.”
“Aye, always,”I replied, yet again admiring her until I had no choice but to be forthright in a way that might terrify her all over again. Not just her, either, but her dragon.“We need to go back, Willow.”I looked from her chest to her eyes.“Before ‘tis too late because I dinnae ken what this means.”
