Page 25 of Davoren (Dragon Master Daddies #1)
The golden lines on both our bodies blazed brighter with each thrust, creating a lightshow that painted the obsidian walls in amber and gold.
Through the bond, I felt his control finally shatter completely.
His thrusts became harder, faster, deeper, each one driving me higher up a peak that seemed impossible after the three orgasms he'd already given me.
But this was different. This climb was steeper, the pressure building not just in my core but everywhere—in my chest, my throat, the palms of my hands, the soles of my feet.
The transformation had made me capable of pleasure I couldn't have imagined as a human, and now, with him inside me in his most sacred space, I was about to discover exactly what that meant.
"Together," he commanded, his voice rough with his own approaching release. "Come with me, little one. Let me feel you shatter around my cock while I fill you with my flame."
The words, crude and possessive and perfect, pushed me that final step.
The orgasm didn't build—it detonated. Every cell in my body seemed to come apart at once, pleasure so intense it transcended sensation and became something else entirely.
I screamed, the sound echoing off the caldera walls and up toward the stars, a primal announcement of claiming that probably reached the keep far below.
Through the bond, I felt Davoren follow me over, his release triggering aftershocks that made my vision go white.
His cock pulsed inside me, and the golden precum that had sparkled before now felt like liquid fire—not burning but warming me from the inside out, marking me at levels deeper than skin or even bone.
The tiny flames that danced along his length flared brighter, and for a moment I swore I could feel them inside me, little sparks of dragon fire that would never fully extinguish.
The orgasm went on and on, waves of pleasure that seemed to pull everything out of me and pour it back in transformed.
I felt my soul unmake and remake itself, the last human parts of me burning away in the crucible of this pleasure.
When it finally ended—though ended seemed too small a word for something that felt more like transformation than conclusion—I was sobbing openly, overwhelmed by the intensity of what we'd just shared.
Davoren gathered me against his chest, our bodies still joined, his arms creating a shelter from the overwhelming sensations.
His heart thundered against my ear, that ancient rhythm that had waited millennia for this moment.
The solidified dragon flame beneath us had reformed itself into something like a cocoon, wrapping us in warmth and light that felt like being held by the mountain itself.
"Shh," he murmured against my hair, pressing kisses to my temple, my forehead, anywhere he could reach. "I've got you, little one. You did so perfectly. Took everything I gave you and asked for more. My brave, fierce girl."
The praise made fresh tears spill over, but these were different—tears of completion, of finding something I hadn't known I was searching for.
Through the bond, I felt his matching emotion, the profound satisfaction of finally, finally having his mate in his arms, claimed and claiming in equal measure.
We lay there in silence for a long time, watching the stars through the caldera's opening.
His cock had softened but stayed inside me, neither of us willing to separate just yet.
The golden lines on our skin had dimmed to a gentle glow, pulsing in synchronized rhythm like we were sharing the same heartbeat. Maybe we were.
The peace that settled over me was absolute.
Not the fragile peace of human contentment that could shatter with the next crisis, but something deeper.
Dragon peace. The peace of knowing exactly where I belonged, who I belonged to, what I was meant to be.
The collar at my throat had warmed to perfect skin temperature, and I found myself touching it absently, feeling the smoothness of the dragon scale lining.
"No regrets?" Davoren asked softly, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my hip.
I thought about it seriously, cataloging everything I'd given up versus everything I'd gained.
My human life, my independence, my mortality—all gone.
In their place: centuries of life, power I was only beginning to understand, and this.
This connection that went beyond love, beyond bond, into something that didn't have a word because humans had never needed one.
"None," I said, and meant it.
“Good.”
The stars continued their slow dance overhead, and somewhere in the distance, I heard the lava lake bubble and sigh like a sleeping giant's breath.
"Solmar will try something," I said eventually, the practical part of my mind reasserting itself.
"Let him try." Davoren's voice carried the confidence of someone who'd faced centuries of challenges and survived them all. "He can gather all the intelligence he wants. None of it matters. He's human, thinking in human terms. He doesn't understand what he's actually challenging."
"What's that?"
"A mated dragon." His hand came up to cup my face, turning me so our eyes met. "There's nothing more dangerous in all creation than a dragon whose mate is threatened. He could bring an army, and they'd all burn before they got within a hundred yards of you."
The fierce protectiveness in his voice made my chest tight with emotion. This was what I'd traded my humanity for—not just pleasure or power or extended life, but this. Being treasured by something ancient and terrible and wonderful, being the center of a universe that had been empty for millennia.
"I love you," I said, the words inadequate but necessary.
His smile transformed his face, and for a moment I saw him as he might have been when the world was young—joyful, unmarked by loneliness, full of wonder at what existence could offer.
"And I love you, my fierce little mate. More than fire loves air, more than stone loves mountain, more than dragon loves gold.
" He pressed a kiss to my forehead, gentle and claiming simultaneously.
"Now rest. Tomorrow brings whatever it brings.
Tonight, you're mine and I'm yours and nothing else exists. "
I settled against his chest, our bodies still joined, the solidified dragon flame continuing to cradle us in warmth and light.
Above us, the stars kept their silent vigil, and below us, the mountain breathed its slow, ancient rhythm.
Everything else—Solmar's threats, the Western Council, the human world I'd left behind— felt impossibly distant, unable to touch this perfect moment of completion.