“More than life, female. More than life itself.”
“I love you, too. But technically you belong to my sister.”
Ryker laughed. “I torched that damn contract the same day you signed it. Any child we share will be made the old-fashioned way.”
Looking mischievous now, Katy lifted her lips to his and wiggled her backside in his hands, taking advantage of the fact that he still held her off the ground, her legs wrapped around his waist. The black flames still danced around them, but they were smaller now, the tempting bite of magic racing along his skin as he held her. “The old-fashioned way? I don’t believe I know what that is.”
He couldn’t wait any longer. Taking her mouth with his, he took what he wanted, what he needed. Her. Her taste. Her smell. The small whimper at the back of her throat.
With a whisper of magic he removed her clothing, her heated skin pressed to his, black dragonfire dancing between them, around them, sealing them together in a dance older than time itself. Older than dragons.
With one quick movement of his hands on her hips, he lifted her into position and lowered her onto his hard length, sending an extra burst of dragonfire into her as he took her.
Her orgasm slammed into her, her hot core clenching down on his body like a fist.
“Ryker…” His name was a moan on her lips as he pumped into her body, taking her over and over again.
He lowered her to the ground, calling forth a bed of soft grass and flowers to cradle his mate’s back. He followed her down, body buried deep as black fire leaped from her hand to his back, his back to her hip, flickering and dancing around them as if it had a mind of its own.
Perhaps it did. Ryker had never had a mate before. Understood little of what would come in the years ahead. He would need to rely on his dragon and his instincts to take care of their mate.
And care for her he would. Honor her. Worship her body and soul. Cherish and protect her soft heart. She was a treasure, and every legend that existed knew how vehemently dragons guarded their treasure.
She arched her back, lifting her hips, driving him deeper as she used his hair to pull his head to hers. To place her lips on his. To make her own claim.
“You’re mine, Ryker. Mine. You can’t take this back.”
His kiss silenced her. His hips pumped into her with a driving rhythm as he pushed dragonfire into her body, swallowed her screams of pleasure with his kiss.
He held on as long as he could, his need for her driving all thought and reason from his mind. Her tight heat gripped his cock, driving him wild. Her flame, the black flame that would seal them together forever, moved over and through his body like a lover’s caress, Katy’s sensuality, her passion, her love touching him in every cell. Healing him. Making him whole.
He gave himself to the pleasure of her body and knew he was home.