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QUEEN ELOWEN

T he night had ended, and the moment the heavy double doors of the grand hall closed behind the last guest, I felt something shift in the air.

I sat on my throne, feeling Draxus’s presence surround me. And although it should have been suffocating, all I felt was intoxication. He came up to me, his towering figure looming. The heat radiated off his body, and I felt his molten gaze bore into me as he held out his hand. I slipped mine into his rough palm and let him help me up.

We left the hall and walked down the shadowed corridor to our bedchamber. I was exhausted from the evening, but I felt good—so good, so comfortable. And I felt crazy for it, because I’d never felt that way before.

My gown shimmered as we walked silently, Draxus’s arm around me. With each step, my body heated further. Because I knew what would happen once we were in our room.

I’d felt so powerful standing before all those creatures and monsters. How strange to feel at peace in such an unfamiliar place.

“You played your part well, my sweet Queen Elowen,” Draxus rumbled, his voice deep and wrapping around me. He tightened his arm around my waist as we neared the room, his tone approving. I felt pride in myself.

We stopped at the door, and I glanced up at him, my breath catching as I caught the glint in his fiery eyes—burning for me with pleasure. So much anticipation thrummed through my veins.

The shadows of the corridor seemed to bend around us, caging us in an intimate setting. He lifted his hand—massive, clawed, and impossibly warm—and reached out. I leaned into his touch.

His fingers brushed my cheek, and the heat of him sent a shiver down my spine.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, his voice dangerously soft.

“I’m… ready for you,” I admitted. I was burning up—from his nearness, from his gaze that stripped me bare, from the way he always watched me.

His stare was possessive. Primal.

He moved his hand down to my neck, his thumb pressing gently against my pulse.

“Your heart is racing, sweet girl,” he growled.

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering. “Take me to bed, my king,” I whispered, submitting fully.

His mouth curled into a smirk, revealing his sharp, gleaming teeth. “I’m going to devour you, sweetness.” He leaned in and inhaled at the crown of my head. “You were magnificent tonight. Every eye was on you. Every beast in that hall saw the power that simmers beneath your skin. They know you’ll soon feel how strong you are. And once you do... they’ll heed you in all ways.” His thumb pressed harder against my throat, and a thrill of dark electricity shot through me.

I couldn’t speak until my body leaned into him on instinct. “I’m yours, Draxus. Always. Take me to bed, please,” I pleaded.

His thick, barbed tail thumped behind him like an anvil. My gaze dropped to it. I’d never touched it before—but tonight, I needed to.

He lifted me into his arms before I could gasp, carried me into our room, and shut the door behind us. Still cradled in his arms, I reached around, my fingers brushing the smooth, thick plates of his shell, his scutes hard, but smooth in the same breath. heat under my touch made my arousal spike.

Draxus stiffened, a growl slipping from his throat.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice gruff with barely restrained desire.

“I love touching you,” I whispered, then wiggled until he put me down. Moving the elegant cloth that separated me from my destination, I got on my knees between his giant spread legs and reached through them for his tail, letting my fingers slide down the underside of its spiked length. It was warm, like the rest of him, like lava simmered beneath the surface. I wrapped my hands around what I could of it—thick, muscled. The way his body tensed told me everything I needed to know.

So I kept going.

I pulled the heavy appendage closer, and he gave me what I wanted, wrapping it in a way I could rub the spikes at the bulbous end of his tail until he snarled, the sound sharp and raw.

“Elowen,” he warned, voice ragged with lust. But he didn’t stop me.

Instead, he bent forward, legs still wide, so he could cage my much smaller body in with his huge frame, the heat of him burning through my gown.

“Draxus,” I whispered, looking up until I found his reptilian eyes, my thighs slick with need.

Still holding his gaze, I ran my fingers along the ridges of his tail again, feeling the way it pulsed beneath my hand. He gripped the back of my head possessively then, his tail curling around me but somehow feeling comforting, even with its armor and barbs. It’s like my body was perfectly made to fit right in between the rough edges of him and nestle into the soft parts.

And then I saw it—his cock, extending and hardening above my head.

More wetness bloomed beneath my gown. I leaned back, breath caught, as I saw the bulge pressing against the ruby-studded sarong he wore.

“Draxus,” I gasped.

He could see it. Smell it. The evidence of how badly I needed him.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he snarled, voice rough with need. His hand slid down my back, the heat of his touch searing.

With a sharp tug, he ripped my gown from my body, the sound echoing through the room, and before I comprehended he was moving me, I was suddenly on my feet. I stood bare before him—flushed, trembling, my thighs slick, my pussy dripping. His gaze raked over me like a starving beast.

“Draxus, please,” I whimpered, aching for him.

He didn’t need more begging. His hands were everywhere—his tongue hot on my skin—his tail slamming the floor before curling around my waist and hoisting me up.

He pinned me against the black stone wall, lava veins glowing all around. His heat, his need—it devoured me.

His tail moved to wrap tightly around my thigh, jerking it up so my knee was bent and bound to the wall, and I gasped as the tip of his massive cock pressed at my entrance. My fingers dug into his scaled shoulders as my pussy trembled with anticipation.

“Draxus, I?—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, tongue flicking against my ear. “Let me show you how much I need you.”

Then he pushed into me—thick, blisteringly hot, and stretching me wide. I cried out as he filled me, my body arching against him.

“Yours,” I gasped.

He shoved all the way in, pressing me hard into the wall. His claws dug into my hips, drawing blood. I trembled, lost to the feeling of his tongue dragging down my neck, growling as he claimed me.

“You were perfect tonight,” he rasped. “Every monster in that hall wanted you. It took everything in me not to tear their throats out.”

I whimpered, clutching his shoulders. He fucked me, hot spurts of cum filling me before he even orgasmed. I gasped—nearly overwhelmed—but I didn’t stop him.

I didn’t want him to stop.

“Draxus,” I whispered, reaching down to stroke the part of his tail still wrapped around my thigh as he slammed its barbed tip into the wall beside us. I wrapped my fingers around a spike, and he shuddered.

“Careful, sweetness,” he growled. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.”

But I did. And I wanted to play more.

His claws tightened. His cock pulsed, spurting more of his heat into me.

“Draxus,” I moaned. The heat spread, igniting me.

“You’re mine, Elowen,” he snarled. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped as he drove deeper, my body yielding, the pain and stretch giving way to mind-numbing pleasure.

He kept going—thrusting harder—until I felt myself unraveling.

“Draxus, please,” I begged. “I need?—”

“I know what you need,” he growled. He pulled out, spun me around, and pressed me to the wall.

Then he thrust back in.

I cried out, nails clawing at the stone as he moved, each stroke deeper, more punishing, more perfect.

“Gods, Draxus,” I moaned, surrendering.

He growled and fucked me harder. My walls clamped down, pleasure erupting inside me.

“Come for me, Elowen,” he ordered.

And I did, as if he commanded it. My body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came, my nails scraping down the wall before one hand landed on our connection. I flicked my clit a couple of times before I circled my palm lightly around his cock, feeling the slippery skin pistoning through my fist then into my swollen pussy.

Cum oozed between my fingers. Unable to stop myself, I brought my hand to my lips, sucking my fingers into my mouth. A tingling sensation spread over my tongue and traveled quickly to my pussy.

I groaned with desire, looking over my shoulder at my monster, licking his spicy, cinnamon taste from my lips. Draxus let out a roar, his hips slamming into mine as he followed me over the edge, his hot, glowing seed over-filling me and sliding down my legs, pooling between my feet.

Still, he didn’t stop. He kept moving, slower now but just as intense, his cock throbbing with release.

“You’re mine,” he said again, voice like gravel and fire. “And I’ll never let you go.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “I am.”