Mated to the Earth Dragon (Elemental Mates 2)

“We’d still have a ceremony,” Damon said hoarsely. “I want to see you in a white gown, with diamonds in your hair—”

“And you can have that,” Autumn promised, gently framing his face with her hands. She pulled him into a kiss, the feral power that came off him growing less intense at last, while the golden glow of the bond between them increased.

“Claim me,” she whispered against his lips, her entire body throbbing with need. “Mate me. No matter where or how—I want you, only you.”

Damon groaned. A heartbeat later, she found herself in his arms, carried over to the bed.

There was a sudden, strange rumble, and the sweet scent of flowers grew more intense. When she turned her head, she saw that the small window in the wall of the cave had widened so much that they now had a perfect panorama view of the endless stretch of clouds below them that encircled the mountain. The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the clouds so that it seemed like they were surrounded by an ocean of gold.

And through the large window, new vines had crept in, bursting into brilliant flowers. Roses, honeysuckle and lilacs, in brilliant hues of red, yellow, purple and white, were covering nearly the entire wall of the cave.

The view was stunning—and at that moment, it was all Autumn wanted. Why would she want to wait for pearls and gold when she already had all she needed? She had sunlight, the beauty of nature—and she had her mate.

Damon’s eyes were gleaming like gold as he looked at her. She reached out a hand to trail it through his disheveled hair, smiling as she remembered the moment she’d first seen him, rising like a viking god from the lagoon in Iceland.

She hadn’t known it then—but she’d really seen a warrior. A dragon warrior.

“Your dragon warrior. Forever,” he whispered hoarsely. Then he lowered his head, his warm mouth finding her nipple as his hands gently caressed her breasts.

His tongue was hot, and she moaned as he ran it all around the aching, taut bud. Between her legs, her clit was pulsing. She was wet already. As he con

tinued to tease her nipple, he trailed a hand down, his fingers gently exploring her wet folds.

The touch drew a gasp from her. She was already so sensitive that she wanted nothing more than the incredible feeling of him inside her—but he took his time, his tongue teasing her nipple until she was trembling, biting her lips to hold back her moans.

Then, at last, he released her—only to kiss his way downward instead.

Breathlessly, she realized what was going to happen again. Everything inside her tightened at the memory of how overwhelming it had felt the first time.

Then his mouth was on her, kissing her between her legs as if she was the most precious treasure, his tongue hot against her folds as he explored her. His hand gently nudged her thigh, and she allowed herself to be spread open willingly, trembling as he licked into her, then up again to circle her clit.

It was as good as the first time, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Throb after throb of pleasure ran all the way through her entire body. Heat filled her from head to toes, expanding like ripples of water—and still he didn’t stop. His tongue caressed her while he slid a first finger inside her, twisting it a little to rub against her. As if on command, heat exploded at his touch, her entire body tensing around him as she came.

He didn’t stop, even as she was gasping his name. His tongue kept fanning her flames until she was breathless, consumed by fire, writhing beneath him as he drove her from orgasm to orgasm. She hadn’t even known that it was possible to come so much, but he knew how to play her body as if she was an exquisite instrument. Every time the hot pulse of pleasure started to recede, he drove her over the edge again.

At last, nearly out of her mind with need for him, she reached down to bury her hands in his hair. Dizzily, she moaned his name as she tugged his head up.

“Claim me,” she gasped. “Mate me. I need to feel you.”

He moved over her, every single gorgeous muscle on display as he held himself above her on hands and knees. Then he reached out to take hold of her wrists. His strong fingers encircled her wrists. For a moment, the metallic sheen of his eyes intensified as another wave of power rolled off him.

Then he took his hands away, and Autumn gasped as she saw the jewelry that had appeared out of nowhere. Bracelets of pure gold now encircled her wrists, the metal worked in delicate swirls that formed an intricate pattern, decorated with tiny diamonds gleaming like stars.

“With my gold I claim you as my mate,” Damon said huskily. “My hoard is yours. My heart is yours. From now until the end of time itself.”

“Forever,” Autumn breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the gold around her wrists tingled.

And then—at last—Damon’s hips came forward. His rock-hard erection slowly slid into her, filling her so perfectly that she was trembling around him, clutching at his shoulders.

With thrust after thrust, Damon claimed her, every slide of his hard shaft inside her making her clench around him at how good it felt.

The sensation was incredible. It wasn’t just the touch of his skin on her overly sensitized body. There was also the golden light of the mate bond which seemed to keep gaining in intensity.

At last, it was so bright that Autumn had to close her eyes. All she could feel was the weight of Damon and the flexing of his muscles beneath her hands. He felt so good inside her that she wanted it to go on forever. Her hands slid down his back as she clenched her thighs around his hips, encouraging him to take her harder, deeper, to claim her and never, ever let her go again—

And then, his breath hot against her skin, Damon groaned her name. His powerful body tensed as his hips came forward two, three times, the hot rush of his release filling her.

Heat streamed through Autumn like a shower of golden light.