Page 26 of Guardian of the Cursed Egg (Dragonis Academy #2)
We land on the balcony that leads to our nest, the rush of wind still crackling in my ears.
The sharp scent of ozone from the flight lingers, mingling with the faint sweetness of blossoms climbing the stone walls.
Abraxis is already wrestling with his armor, the sound of leather straps and metal buckles grating against his movements.
I laugh, stepping into our space, the cool night air brushing over my exposed skin as I shrug free from the dress.
The fabric pools at my feet, leaving the cling of fashion tape and the sticky bra like unwelcome ghosts on my skin.
They’ve done their job, but now they pull and pinch as I try to peel them away.
Before I can finish, Abraxis’s arms sweep me up, his grip firm, almost possessive, and I squeal as he bolts toward his bedroom.
The sound of our laughter and my surprised cry fills the room, echoing faintly against the high ceilings before we crash onto the bed.
The mattress dips under our combined weight, and I feel the faint scrape of his claws tearing into the sheets beneath us.
“Mine…” His voice resonates with a primal edge, his dragon’s tones layering over his words, vibrating through the air like a low growl.
The sound alone makes my blood heat, a flush spreading from my chest to my fingertips.
His drake misses me as much as I miss him, the intensity of it crackling between us like a storm.
Before I can respond, his teeth sink into my throat, finding the mate mark that spans the entirety of the front of my neck.
The sharp sting is quickly swallowed by a surge of pleasure, the electric sensation sending a shudder through my body.
His wings unfurl, the leathery texture brushing my bare skin before they cocoon us, their weight pressing down and grounding me in the moment.
The scent of him—smoky, wild, and distinctly Abraxis—floods my senses, drowning out everything else.
Pinned beneath him, I shift under his weight, my hands roaming over the taut muscles of his back.
The faint warmth of his skin under my palms feels alive, pulsing with the same intensity that burns in my veins.
I’ve learned not to wait for permission to touch him, and he growls softly as I guide him, aligning him with me.
The moment he surges forward, sinking deeply into me, I gasp, the fullness of him igniting every nerve ending.
My core clenches, already pulsing with anticipation, the tension coiling tighter with each rolling stroke.
His movements are deliberate, unrelenting, each thrust drawing me closer to the edge.
He’s everywhere—his presence flooding my senses, his touch electric on my skin, his heartbeat pounding in time with mine.
I feel him not just in my body but in my soul, the bond between us thrumming with ancient power.
My blood feels molten, as though fire courses through my veins, and when my orgasm crashes over me, it’s like an inferno.
Every touch, every sound, every scent amplifies the moment, leaving me trembling beneath him, utterly consumed.
We come down from our high, our breaths mingling in the charged air as my heart pounds against my ribs.
I nestle into Abraxis’s arms, the lingering warmth of his skin a soothing balm against my own.
His hand brushes my throat gently, the faint sting of fresh wounds grounding me in the present.
The metallic tang of my blood lingers faintly in the air, sharp yet strangely intoxicating.
He leans down and licks the marks, his tongue rough like sandpaper yet tender as he heals me.
A low, rumbling purr vibrates through his chest with every press of his lips against my neck. “I’ve missed you,” he whispers, his breath warm as it ghosts across my cheek, peppering it with feather-light kisses that leave tingling trails in their wake.
“I’ve missed you too.” My hands rise almost instinctively, cupping his face. His skin is cool beneath my palms, his cheekbones sharp like the edge of a blade.
Abraxis’s expression softens, though the sadness in his golden eyes doesn’t fade as he shifts, rolling off me with reluctant grace.
He pulls me close, wrapping me in his embrace, and I can feel the faint tremor in his muscles as he stretches his wing out over me.
The leathery surface rustles faintly against the mattress as it settles, a protective barrier that both shields and cradles me.
I tug him down gently, our lips meeting in a kiss that is soft yet charged, carrying the weight of all our unspoken words.
With two cursed eggs on the horizon, destined to hatch into mates who will complicate our bond, I cling to this moment.
Abraxis is my first mate, my first love, and the depth of our connection eclipses even the chaos to come.
His eyes scour my face, searching for signs of weakness or pain. I see the flicker of worry there, the silent question he doesn’t voice: Are you okay? I answer without words, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss, a slow press of lips meant to reassure him.
I rest my head on his chest, exhaling softly. His scent surrounds me—a heady mix of smoke, iron, and something uniquely his. The steady thrum of his heartbeat against my ear lulls me, and I close my eyes, savoring the solace of being wrapped in his arms once more.