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FIFTEEN

DRAKEN

D raken’s heart thundered with joy as he gazed down at Lorelei. The moonlight shining in through the ballroom’s windows cast a silvery glow around them, making her brown eyes sparkle.

“Would you like to come up to my master suite?” he asked, his voice husky with anticipation.

Her lips curved slowly into a smile. “Yes.”

That single word sent a thrill through him. He took her hand, leading her across the empty ballroom floor. Their footsteps echoed in the vast space as they approached the grand staircase.

Every other time they’d been intimate it had been outside, primal and rushed after training. But tonight would be different. Tonight, she was choosing to stay in his suite, to be with him properly in his bed. His wolf howled at the thought.

“Your party was quite successful,” Lorelei said as they ascended the stairs.

“Our party,” he corrected gently. “And yes, it was. The pack seems quite taken with their new Luna.” He squeezed her hand. “Did you see how excited everyone got when you started talking about modernizing the pack homes?”

“They did seem enthusiastic about that.”

They soon reached his suite door, and he opened it, guiding her inside. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, he pressed her up against the nearest wall.

“I’ve wanted you all night,” he murmured before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She tasted like champagne and possibility, and his wolf growled with desire.

Her fingers threaded through his hair as she returned his kiss with equal fervor. The subtle trembling of the floor beneath his feet told him her powers were responding to her passion. He’d never felt more powerful, more complete, than when they were together like this. This was right. This was perfect.

“I like your suite,” she whispered against his lips.

He chuckled. “You haven’t even seen it yet.”

His hands moved with purpose, sliding down her back until he found the zipper of her gown. The fabric whispered against her skin as he tugged it down, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but a delicate pair of panties, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. His wolf stirred at the sight, primal satisfaction thrumming through him. She was his, and he was going to make sure she never doubted it.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. Her gasp was music to his ears. He leaned in, capturing one peak between his lips, teasing it with his tongue until she trembled. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close, and he growled low in his throat.

“Draken,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

“Relax,” he breathed, his hand sliding down her side. He paused at the edge of her panties, his fingers tracing the line where the fabric met her skin. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

She shook her head, her eyes dark with want. “Don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding her already slick with desire. He groaned, pressing his forehead against her collarbone as he explored her, his touch firm and deliberate. “You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice thick.

Her hips rocked against his hand, and he smirked, kissing the curve of her neck. “That’s it. Let me make you feel good.” He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she cried out, her body arching into his touch. His wolf howled with satisfaction as he felt her clench around him, her pleasure washing over her.

“I can’t—“ Her breath hitched, and he kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans as she came apart in his arms. He kept his fingers moving, drawing out her climax until her legs were trembling.

When she finally stilled, he pulled back just enough to see the dazed look in her eyes. “There’s more coming,” he said, his voice low. He dropped to his knees, hooking his fingers into her panties, and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them, her hands braced against the wall as she looked down at him.

“What are you?—“

He didn’t let her finish. His mouth was on her, his tongue tracing her most sensitive spot. She gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair, and he grinned against her skin. He licked her slowly, savoring her, then increased the pace. His fingers soon joined the rhythm of his tongue.

“Draken!” Her cry was sharp, her body shaking as another orgasm ripped through her. He held her steady, his hands holding onto her hips as she rode it out, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

When she finally slumped against the wall, her legs quivering, he stood, pulling her into his arms. “You okay?” he asked, brushing her hair from her face.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed. “More than okay.”

He kissed her softly, tasting her on his lips. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.” His wolf growled in agreement, and he couldn’t help but smirk. Tonight, he was going to make sure she knew exactly who she belonged to.

His breaths came more rapidly as he stripped off his formal wear, tossing it to the floor with a careless motion. His boxers followed, and his large member sprang free, hard and aching for her. He moved to the edge of his massive four-poster bed. His wolf was practically pacing inside him, eager, demanding—this was his mate, and he was going to claim her in every way that mattered tonight.

“Come here,” he said as he sat down, his voice low and commanding, patting his thighs.

Lorelei, still trembling from her climax, walked toward him with a shy smile that made his chest tighten. She hesitated for a moment before climbing onto his lap, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. Her warmth radiated against him, and he groaned as she slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by agonizing inch. Her tightness was almost too much to bear, and he clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay still.

“Damn, Lorelei,” he growled. “You feel amazing.”

She let out a soft gasp, her nails digging slightly into his shoulders. “This feels really good.”

He smirked, lifting his hips slightly to press deeper into her. His wolf preened at the thought of her full of him. “Take control.”

And she did, wrapping her arms around his neck and starting to rock her hips against him. The pace was slow, deliberate, and it drove him wild. Her breath hitched with every movement, and he matched her rhythm, savoring every second of the slick, tight heat surrounding him. He leaned forward, kissing and sucking at her neck, marking her in the only way he could—for now.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her skin, his hands sliding up her back. “You’re doing so good.”

Her moans grew louder, her pace increasing as she found her rhythm. He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling with the building pleasure. His control was slipping, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, but he kept his focus on her. He wanted her to fall apart again, to shatter in his arms.

“Draken,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. “I’m close.”

“Let go,” he urged, his voice rough with want. “Come for me, Lorelei.”

Her breath hitched, and then she was crying out her pleasure, her body convulsing around him. The room shook violently, the stone walls trembling as her earth magic surged in response to her climax. Dust rained down from the ceiling, and Draken couldn’t help but laugh, holding her tightly as she rode out the waves of her pleasure.

“That’s my Luna,” he said, his chest swelling with pride. “Look at the power you have.”

She slumped against him, her breathing ragged, her body still trembling. “That was... wow.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. His large member was still hard inside her, throbbing with need, but he forced his body to stay still for a moment. This was about her—for now. “You ready for more?” he teased, his hands sliding down to her ass.

She groaned, but there was a smile in her voice. “You’re insatiable.”

“Always,” he said. “Especially when it comes to you.”

He stood with her still intimately wrapped around him, her legs instinctively tightening around his waist. But as he turned to lay her down on the bed, his member slipped out of her, and she let out a small, breathless laugh. He grinned, lowering her gently onto the bed before crawling over her.

“Let’s try this again,” he breathed. His wolf was practically pacing inside him, impatient, demanding.

He aligned himself with her entrance and pushed in slowly, savoring the way her body welcomed him. She gasped, and her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly.

“Draken,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

He smirked, his hands gripping her waist as he began to move. The pace was primal this time, aggressive. His wolf clawed at the surface, urging him to claim her, mark her, and make her his in every way possible. Her moans filled the room, her back arching as she tried to match his rhythm.

“That’s my Luna,” he breathed, thrusting deeper, harder. “Let go for me.”

Her body obeyed instantly, her climax hitting her like a tidal wave. The room trembled slightly, a soft rumble that had him grinning even wider. But he wasn’t done yet. His own release was building, his control slipping.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “Can I mark you?” he asked, his voice low, almost a growl. “Make you mine officially?”

She froze beneath him, her breathing still ragged. The pause was enough to make his chest tighten, his wolf snarling in frustration.

“Did Marybeth explain what that means?” he pressed, his voice softer now, but still laced with urgency.

“Yeah,” she whispered, her voice small. “She... kind of did. But I don’t—I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

Draken tensed, his movements stopping abruptly. His wolf howled in protest, but he forced it down, pulling away from her and sitting up. The rejection stung more than he cared to admit.

“You can go back to your room now,” he said, his voice clipped. He couldn’t look at her, not right now. His wolf was agitated, and he needed space to calm it down before he said something he’d regret.