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His name is a cry that echoes off the stone walls as I come apart in every sense of the word. Every single part of me seems to shatter and then remake itself in that moment.

Legion shudders and then bows his head as he finds his own release alongside mine.

I wrap my arms around him, reveling in the feel of his skin against mine. His body against mine. His soul part of mine now.

When we’re both able to catch our breath, I look up to find him watching me. At the look he wears, emotion ignites inside me. A sudden sense of fate surrounds us in this cold, damp dungeon. A bond I never could have imagined feeling with another creature.

Mine, a voice inside me declares.

My enemy, the death dragon, Legion Razginath, belongs to me. And I belong to him.

Chapter 40

Legion

The sight of Tori splayed out before me, bared and full of my cock, stirs something inside me. It’s more than the mate bond. It’s a depthless emotion I’ve never let myself imagine was possible. Love.

She is, in this moment, no longer my enemy. She is my one true love. Bracing myself for some forced urge to harm her, I wait and watch her chest fall with the last heavy breaths as she recovers from our mating.

“What is it?” she asks.

“Just enjoying the view.”

She gives me a look that says she’s not fooled. But since no such murderous urge has taken me yet, I bend and kiss her to prove my point. She opens for me so easily, and I shove my tongue into her mouth greedily. I’m determined not to let this night together be our last.

She breaks our kiss to rasp, “If you don’t stop this, you’re going to have to finish it. Again.”

I grin at her, my cock already stirring at the thought. “Is that an order, little assassin?”

She goes still, and I realize too late what I just said. Her expression falters, but I stroke her cheek, holding her gaze on mine.

“Look at me,” I say. When she brings her eyes to mine, I tell her, “You are not like them. And I am not afraid of this. Do you understand me?”

“I won’t ever trap you, Legion. I swear it.”

“Belonging to you is not a trap at all, little assassin. You have made me free.”

Her eyes widen at the implication of my words. “Are you sure? Did it… is your vow to her broken?”

I hesitate, and her sharp gaze doesn’t miss it. “Something is different. The presence of the leash I felt before is gone. But I won’t know for sure until…”

“Until she comes for you.”

I hate the fear that springs to her eyes, and there’s only one thing I can think of to wipe it away now. “Come here.” I pull her up and rearrange us so that I’m sitting on the floor with her straddled over my lap.

Her arms come around my neck, and I wrap mine around her waist, smoothing her hair as I press kisses to her chest and throat.

“Tomorrow will come soon enough,” I tell her. “Tonight, it’s you who comes.”

She laughs. “That was terrible.”

I grin, knowing it successfully distracted her. “But is it wrong?”

I push my hardening cock against her hot core and she tightens her grip on me. Even though I’ve just finished with her, desire slams into me all over again, and I adjust her, reaching for my cock, but she beats me to it. Her hand wraps around my length, and she strokes me slowly.

I bite my lip, holding back a groan. This woman is much more dangerous than I ever knew if one touch can rule me this way. The look in her eyes says she knows it too.

“Assassin,” I growl.

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