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Glancing back at him, she caught one last vision. Of her kneeling on the ground on a destroyed mountainside, arms reaching out to him, relief and joy at the sight of him. It was the moment he knew there was no fighting against what she brought out of him.

Her legs ate the distance between them.

“I plan to be your equal in every way, Alessandro, in case that wasn’t clear when I sunk my teeth into your neck.

If you are the Dragon King, I will be the Dragon Queen.

When you decide to step down and just be Alessandro, I will step down and just be Rowan and we can figure out the middle of what that may all mean together because you are my mate.

” She turned and pointed at the mark that had taken place on his forehead.

“You sunk your teeth into my neck too. We’re partners now, got it? ”

His smile as he took in the mark over her collar bone made any sternness in her body melt. He was at pure peace while he examined the lines, unconcerned with her message.

She sighed and took his face in her hands. “Alessandro, we have to set our expectations. Focus.”

He gently grabbed her wrist and ran his tongue along the center of her palm. She could differentiate the vision that hit her from his memories.

She was naked, holding onto the edge of the dresser. He knelt in front of her, face between her thighs, tongue inside of her.

He wanted to settle the mark with their bodies and Rowan’s succubus needed no more encouragement to make her own presence and demands known.

It was easy to give in as she led the way away from the bed, eager to fulfill his fantasy.

As he stood to follow, his magic unfurled, coiling around her like a giant corporeal shadow. He slid the v-neck crew sweater from the medical wing over her head, eyes locked in on her tits as they bounced free.

Her eye followed his movement as he bent to take a nipple in his mouth, one hand working on her other breast, the other scooping a handful of ass and squeezing.

“Mine.” He growled, eyes throbbing between silver and red.

Her nose flared as a foreign feeling joined what he was inciting.

Kin had once talked about the more risque benefits of a mating bond, the one that had interested her the most was the shared sensations they felt during sex.

Her imagination hadn’t done the experience any justice.

Confusion at the first hint of it when she could both feel the heat of his hardness, as well as the slick heat of her core.

It threw her off balance. Her belly tightened with the overwhelming stimulus.

Her breath came quickly as she tried to get accustomed to the feeling even as he increased both the pressure of his grip and the speed of his tongue. Or was that her?

Alessandro’s teeth grazed the tip of her nipple, the only warning before a canine slipped and sent a delicious spark of pain to her core.

His reaction to the move was mesmerizing. He hissed and went tense for a moment before growling and standing at his full height to stare down at her.

“It’s no wonder you like it rough, little elf.”

The nickname ignited her irritation.

“What is it?”

Could he feel her emotions now?

She tried to move on by running her hand underneath his shirt. The feel of a ghost hand over her chest was exhilarating, but he halted it.

“Tell me.”

“I’m not just an elf.” She hissed.

His eyes swirled as they swept across her face. Confusion furrowed his eyebrows together and his eyes swirled with streaks of yellow. “I’ve called you that since the first day. Why haven’t you said anything?”

“Because…” Her words faltered. “…Because if I brought it up, and I got even the slightest idea that you were trying to overlook the other half of me, my pride would allow nothing less than for me to walk away.”

He bared his fangs, black scales rolled across his face, and his eyes flashed crimson. “I know you don’t understand shifter customs. But mentioning walking away before the mark settles isn’t something I’d recommend.”

“You asked me to tell you!” She hissed.

“For the record. I only call you little elf because little elf succubus is a bit of a mouthful, and when we fuck, there’s very little room for anything other than you in there.

Your succubus is the reason you’re able to bear me at my maximum.

It’s why, even though I can’t seem to get enough, I know that it’ll just take a moment for you to be ready for another go. You think I could disregard her?”

Her nails dragged across his ribs, and her nipples ached.

“Well, as long as you’re obsessed with her.”

“I am. I am obsessed with all of you.” He crushed her mouth with his and the dresser dug into the small of her back.

She was breathless as he pulled away again, taking the back of her neck into his massive hand.

An action that always made her succubus want to fuck him into submission.

He halted her movements by pressing their bodies closer together, taking her ability to breathe.

It was a reminder of how much of a physical advantage he had.

It thrilled her. “Since the moment you tried to punch me that very first night, every single cell in my body has urged me to claim you as mine. I tried to warn you, Rowan Dahl. You stepped over the threshold again and again, thinking you were safe from my beast. But now you’ve willingly chained yourself up to me. You don’t know what you’ve unleashed.”

She raised her chin in defiance. “Now, now, let’s not forget who claimed who first, Alessandro. Everything you do is because I will it. You are my beast.”

This time she was prepared when he showed his true face. Despite the warmth of her bloody tears running down her cheek, she stared him down. She smirked and raised a hand to cup the side of his face. “There’s my little terror. Now down on your knees for me.”

His nose flared and desire throbbed off of him in waves intermingled with a violence that had his fist clenching and unclenching at the base of her neck.

He swore as her nails ghosted over the fabric that clung to his back. The sensations of what she was imposing on him with her actions assaulted her.

“Only ever for you.” His words were a whisper in the stuffy air of the room.

She wanted inside of him. Or was that his desire? Dammit. Lust clouded her mind. She was close to her first orgasm and her pants had yet to come off.

Oh wait. There they went, along with the Dragon King, who kept his eyes locked on hers as he followed her command.

She bit her lip so hard she drew blood. She’d expected a fight. But he was eager to bend to her will. This kind of power he gave her fucked with her head.

He summoned a pin to pull back his hair. And she flicked it away. She wanted him wild.

XOXOXOXOXO

Her tail slid from his shoulder to his cheek, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

The woman was a fucking menace to everything Alessandro believed to be true to himself.

Here he was on his knees.

A candidate for godhood.

On.

His.

Godsdamned.

Knees.

Alessandro caught the extra appendage in his hands and eyed the visible shudder the touch brought her. He had to pause as the sensation he’d given returned to him. It was so similar to how it felt when she gripped his cock that for a moment, he lost the thread of where he ended and she began.

When he recollected himself, he gripped the back of her thigh and pressed his nose into her core.

Her scent was all flower and spice, her taste liquid fire on his tongue.

His hand stroked the length of her tail while he guided her leg over his shoulder, giving him more access to a nectar more addicting than ambrosia.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, her moans ripped through the air. The only reason she remained standing was because of his hold on her. She was finally melting. Releasing some of that control she had over him.

It was becoming easier to distinguish his own pleasure from hers. He used it as a guide on how much pressure to use and when to ratchet up his speed all while his tongue became coated in the addicting notes of tang and heat that was all Rowan Dahl.

Focusing on the rigid bundle of nerves that had breathless vibrations of pleasure crashing out of her, he licked, sucked and nibbled until he could feel she was nearing the edge.

He pulled out the trick he’d been reserving for her peak as her heart rate reached a fevered rate.

Ice coated his tongue, and she roared her release, hand pulling hard on his hair, legs trembling as she tried to figure out what he’d done.

Her release coated his tongue, so abundant that the slickness slid down his chin.

He laid a soft kiss on the engorged bud and she pulled her hips back with a hiss, still sensitive.

Her chest was heaving. “Who taught you that?” she demanded.

He smirked, “Jealous?”

She let out a laugh of disbelief. “How could I be jealous when I’m reaping the reward of their hard work?”

Her lack of jealousy was surprisingly refreshing. He’d thought he liked the territorialism that came with his dragon lovers, but perhaps that had been because they hadn’t found other ways to express that they cared for him.

Rowan had just thrown her treasured independence away for his freedom.

She hadn’t made a single demand in exchange, just showed up to drag him out of his self imposed cage, brought him back to the bars of his people’s expectations and told him she’d be willing to wait right beside him until he could free himself.

His dragon had never been so right about anything else in his life. Rowan Dahl was the perfect beast to calm his own.

He laid a hand on the small of her back and pulled her forward, sealing her mouth in a kiss full of heat and the promise of so much more to come.

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