“Fuck, babe.”
“Uh-huh.” She smiled up at him, knowing exactly how he felt about the pleasure coursing through both their bodies.
He rocked his hips back and forth, giving her one long hard stroke after another. He kept his pace steady and even, which was different from their normal lust-fueled fucking frenzy. This time it was something deeper. Something meant to connect them. She could feel it in her heart and knew in her mind that what they were doing with something more than just sex.
Kingston propped himself up on his elbows. His eyes glowed, and when he opened his mouth, she noticed a change in his teeth. She ran her fingers over each of his canines, amazed by the fact that he looked more like a vampire than he did a dragon. Could he really mean to bite her? Was that what happened during the mating process? She swore his eyes rolled back as her fingers caressed his newly formed fangs. She wanted to giggle at the thought of giving her man a fang job, but she didn't. Instead, she turned her head to the side and pulled his face closer to her neck.
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Kingston slidhis arms under her back and held his mate tight as he pumped his cock in and out of her, loving the way every single stroke felt. The way her pussy clenched around his cock with each thrust.
He had asked her again to be his mate. He wanted it more than anything. More than he wanted his heart to continue beating. More than he wanted the earth to spin on its axis.
She didn't hesitate. Not by a single second with her answer. Surprising him even more, she didn't shy away from his fangs. She actually played with them, which was more erotic than he could have ever imagined. But she didn't stop there. He wanted to shout his joy from the rooftops when she turned her head, giving him the perfect view of the artery he intended to tap for the mating ritual.
Every instinct rode him hard, telling him to claim his mate. He had managed to fight off that instinct every time they were together. There was no more fighting it. No more battling his dragon on the subject. The time had finally come to enter the next phase of their lives. To fulfill their destinies.
Without giving it another thought, Kingston pierced the soft skin of Emmy’s neck. Her blood coated his tongue and slid down his throat, setting off a frenzy he couldn't have anticipated.
He began a hard and fast pace, pistoning his cock in and out of her pussy until they were both shouting from the force of their orgasms claiming them at the same time. His body felt as if it had broken in two and knitted back together as an entirely different person. He felt the mating bond snap into place, completing what he never thought he would find. His soul also hadn't escaped unscathed either from the mating bond. He had always thought of himself as a whole person. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Completing the mating with Emmy proved just how clueless he really had been. For the first time in his life, he no longer felt like a part of him was missing. Like the fates had somehow forgotten a fundamental piece of him when they had woven together the fabric of his being.
It was a stunning discovery. One he could have never imagined.
He pulled back and licked the puncture marks on her neck, sealing the tiny holes on her neck. When she turned to face him, the only thing he felt was the purest form of love for his mate. He didn't waste a second telling her so.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” she said, smiling up at him.
He knew at that moment that no matter what they faced, they would do it together, and they would always come out on top. Because she would be by his side.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
“You guys are so late! And you're not even ready!” Malia exclaimed as Kingston and Emmy finally arrived at the lair.
They had snuck in through the back entrance, so their guests were unaware of their tardiness.
“Sorry!” Emmy apologized profusely. “I tried telling him we were going to be late, but he just wouldn't listen to me. You know how men are. Besides, we had a few things we had to take care of,” she said with a wink and a giggle. If anyone knew how dragons were, it was Malia. She was also mated and engaged to one.
“Uh-huh. Sure you did. Oh, snap! Maybe you did.” Gerri laughed as she saw the mating mark on Emmy’s neck. “I guess you really, really did have things to take care of before he could ascend to the throne.”
“Exactly! I’m so glad you stayed for this. For me. For us.” Emmy giggled again, which was so unlike her. Though her relationship with Kingston had developed so quickly, she’d had no idea he was the man she would spend the rest of her life with. She knew in her heart that her relationship with her dragon wouldn’t be like any relationship she had ever been part of. For once, her heart and her intuition were in perfect harmony.
“Girl, I wouldn’t miss this for the world! Besides, this is the best damn vacation I’ve had in years. Plus, it helps to have all these hunky dragons all over the island.”
“Right. They are a whole different breed of men. Now, help me get ready! Quick!”
They rushed back to the bedroom and began hurrying through the tasks that awaited them. In no time flat, Malia and Gerri had managed to do things with Emmy’s hair that she had never dreamed possible.
They left Emmy’s hair long and in twisted locks. She added a handmade crown woven together from beautiful island flowers.
“It’s an island tradition. I hope you like it,” Malia said as she placed the crown on Emmy’s head.
“Oh! Did you make this? It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.”
After she wiped away the happy tears that had suddenly overcome her, Emmy unzipped the bag that concealed her dress.