“That is not its aim, Reverence,” Damianos assures me.
In the next moment, it pulls out, and then I feel it at the entrance of my ass. But this time it doesn’t strike. Instead, it dribbles something hot and wet into the puckered hole. Pre-cum? My own essence?
I can’t tell, but it slides in with no problem after that. And then it’s dicks in both holes, pumping and filling me up. Until suddenly they both surge at the same time and jet streams of cum into me.
And was I acting like this was some kind of huge sacrifice?
Alright, take that back. I come. I come so hard that everything fades to black, before suddenly exploding into a thousand colorful stars.
Is this why they sometimes call orgasms “seeing fireworks?”
The question echoes as the light show pops off behind my eyes.
Eventually, he pulls out. There’s some talk of “the great mess we’ve made.” Then I’m in what must be a shower. I still don’t have enough access to my senses to open my eyes, but hot water washes over my tired body as I mutter, “What did you do to me?” against his chest.
“I would put the same question to you, Ola. You called me obsessed before we mated without breeding. Now I am something even more than that.”
“What’s more than obsessed?” I ask, my eyes tracing the rivulets of water, running down his nipple-free, but heavily muscled chest.
“I do not quite know. But my flame…it burns yellow as the Betrayer King’s did for his mate. And I want things so badly. Your happiness most of all. But I also want your flame to burn the same color as mine. My queen…”
He tips my face up as water sluices down both of us. “I find myself wanting to act as a human does, to wed you as a human would in front of your wolves and my drakkon. And though I am a drakkon, I wish not to live even a minute longer than you. I would die first if I could arrange it or have my life end at the same time as yours. In fact, the very thought of losing you makes my flame burn crazed with Widower’s Madness, though you are still here.”
Suddenly I’m wide awake again and overwhelmed by his emphatic words. My wolf jumps up and down, demanding that I declare the same.
But then the water clicks off and the dryer system blows a bunch of hot air in my face. Reminding me…
I’m a wolf and he’s a dragon. And not a good one like my sister’s mate, but like the dragon that killed half my fathers’ village.
Also… “I don’t think we can have this conversation with this collar around my neck. Maybe if you took it off, we could talk about what it would take to make those dreams of yours come true.”
I look at him, my eyes imploring. But he looks away as he always does.
“I’m sorry, Ola. You don’t know how long I considered letting you out of that contraption. How many nights I fretted over it. But in the end, it is just too risky when your flame does not also burn yellow for me. I will do all I can to turn your flame to a similar color. And until then, I will make life so pleasurable for you, you will surely forget the collar around your neck.”
Chapter Thirty-One
I will make life so pleasurable for you, you will surely forget the collar around your neck.
The epic promise swirls around my head as I fall asleep in the dragon king’s arms. The bed has been stripped of everything but the pillows and one fitted sheet. I don’t need blankets to stay warm. I’m a wolf and even if I wasn’t, this dragon burns incredibly hot.
But I wake up the next morning, chilled and alone, without a dragon in sight.
“Damianos?”
I call out his name but receive no answer.
Hmm, strange.
Figuring I should get dressed, I hike over to my room and grab one of the nightgowns before making my way downstairs to the kitchen.
Only to find he’s not there either.
“Damianos?” I call out again.
Again, no answer.
I look at the kitchen door. An opportunity suddenly glowing. Now that it’s daytime, do I have a better chance of escape?
Do I even want to escape, or do I want to stay here, with the dragon who made such emphatic vows to me last night?
I didn’t make any promises myself. Sure, I’d said no more running, but only in my heart…so why does it feel like I’d be breaking a serious vow if I took off again? This time in the daylight when I’d be able to see enough to make my way to the old Yellow Mountain kingdom village.
“You have risen much earlier than usual,” his voice suddenly says inside my head before I can answer that question. “I am sorry I was not there to attend to you when you awoke.”