wn onto my cock. She moves painfully slowly. I can feel her tightness squeezing me inch by inch until I’m all the way inside of her.
“Fuck,” she breathes out. “You feel so good inside of me,” she whispers.
“You feel fucking fantastic,” I counter, and she smiles as she begins to move up and down on top of me. She runs her hands up and down my chest, but then she touches herself, which is a treat in and of itself. Nicole runs her hands up her breasts and neck, then down through her hair. She tosses her head back and closes her eyes as she bounces up and down on top of my cock.
I grab her hips as I thrust up into her. She squeaks in surprise, but then melts down onto me, grinding as I fuck her. I’m so hard I could burst, and she’s so damn wet. It’s amazing. She feels incredible, and I realize that I’m never going to be able to get enough of her.
Not if this is what it’s going to be like.
If this is what being mated to a girl like Nicole is going to be like, then I don’t want to have enough.
I don’t ever want to be satisfied.
I just want her over and over again, just like this.
For always.
She loses herself in the moment and I watch as she pinches her nipples, rubs her breasts, and pulls her hair. My nails dig into her hips, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She just clenches me harder, pulling me deeper into her, and then it happens. She clenches my cock tightly and opens her eyes for just a moment. Then the orgasm washes over her. She whispers my name as she comes hard on top of me, and that’s more than I can handle.
Then I do lose myself to her.
I come apart as she touches me, and I find that nothing else matters in this moment but her and the way she makes me feel. I whisper her name as I fill her up, taking her for myself. No one has ever made me feel the way that Nicole is making me feel right now. It’s really fucking remarkable, actually, and I come for what feels like an eternity.
The pleasure rolls over my body in waves and I reach for her, pulling her mouth to mine as I come deep inside of her, and then I pull back and bite her neck hard, tasting her, marking her as mine. She pulls back from me slightly, curiously, and reaches for her neck. There’s just a little bit of blood and she stares at the redness on her fingers.
Then I realize what I’ve done.
I’ve fucking marked her.
She’s mine.
My beloved.
My mate.
“You mated me,” she says quietly. She knows enough about dragons now that I don’t need to explain this part to her. She knows what happened and she knows what this means. Most interestingly enough she doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, she seems curious: not sad or scared or angry.
“I wish I could say I’m sorry I didn’t ask you first,” I begin. “But I’m not. I need you, Nicole. I’ve always needed you. It’s always been you. You’ve always been my mate.”
“Of course it’s okay,” she whispers, pulling me close. “You told me years ago I was the one for you. I wasn’t ready then.”
“I’m ready, Nicole.”
“I’m ready, too.”
She pulls back and places her hand on my chin. She searches my eyes with her own. “Are you sure about this, Lee?” She whispers carefully. “It was a moment of passion, you know. If you don’t think your clan will be accepting of this, I understand.”
“They’ll love you,” I whisper to her.
Because I love her.
And they’re supportive.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being part of Fablestone is that the clan means family. We don’t turn our backs on each other even when things get tough. No matter how hard life is around us, we come right back to each other because that’s what matters most.
Nicole may not have the cleanest of pasts, but who does? We have all made mistakes. We’ve all made judgment calls. We’ve all gotten into trouble. What matters now is that Nicole and I are together again and this time, it’s forever.
I hold her close to my body. She closes her eyes and breathes softly, but my eyes are open. I sit quietly and I watch the rest of my cabin burn. Soon there won’t be anything left but ashes, and that’s a good thing. After what happened with Bernie, I wouldn’t come back here again, anyway. Not because of how things ended, but because of the bad emotions associated with the place. I wouldn’t want to be thinking about her every time I step foot in the cabin.