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A dark chuckle came from Endre. “We don’t need an excuse for that, mate. We’ve controlled ourselves for centuries. We have the time, if that’s what you wish.”

How in the stars he managed to keep his voice even and not betray how badly we all fucking wanted it, I would never know.

Lena lifted her head and looked at all of us before smiling. “Then mark me. Please.”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

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KATALENA

As soon as the words left my mouth, Zovai had me pinned to the bed, cock still filling me to the brim. “Say that again,” he growled. “Right now.”

His eyes were gold, beast fully in control. An ancient gaze filled with power.

“Mark me, mate.”

“Fucking stars. You need to tell me if you’re not sure, Lena, because?—”

I grabbed his face once more and made him look at me. Coming face to face with my mortality had shaken them, but I wasn’t doing it because of that. I was doing it because I was sure. There was already no going back, and while I was here in front of all dragonkind I wanted to go all the way. If there was anything I could do to heal the rift between our peoples, I would do it.

And more than that, I simply wanted them. I wanted to feel them and know that I belonged for them forever. Without question. That nothing would change it, no matter what happened.

“I am sure. More than sure. Mark me. Make me yours. All of you.”

Zovai shifted, his head moving to the larger form of his dragon, and before I could speak another word his fangs closed on my shoulder and pierced me with fire.

It hurt, and it didn’t. Tore me to shreds and melted me back together. I felt him like an echo. Need so stark and brutal it felt like being set aflame. If I’d had any doubt, this would have erased it.

He brushed a thumb over where he’d bitten. His jaws were large enough in his dragon form punctures to be on both sides of my shoulder. And him touching it felt like when he used his flames. “Different,” he said. “Beautiful.”

“What?” I glanced at my shoulder and smiled. It looked like the scars of the traitors, but not. It wasn’t cool-toned and shimmering, instead a richer blood red. Like the color of Zovai’s scales drifted across my skin like flames or ink, connecting the marks of his teeth.

I kissed him, pulling him down to me until I couldn’t breathe. Z’s weight lifted off me, my mate landing beside me with a soft thud because Endre was there with golden eyes. He smirked, but his eyes devoured. “Remember, you have to share.”

Zovai laughed. A free sound I’d never heard before. “Don’t take too long. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough.”

Endre’s mouth came down hard on mine, and he slid into my body with an ease I didn’t think was possible. Already I was getting more used to them. Just being fucked helped. I could get used to this—being pleasured by dragons.

I giggled. Helena and Taia would have a fit if they knew.

“Something funny, mate?”

“Only the idea of what everyone in Rensara would say if they knew a dragon’s cock was inside me.”

Endre purred, thrusting harder. “I think that’s the first time you’ve said that word out loud, and I expect to hear it more often.”

“Cock?” I tipped my hips up toward his. “I don’t know. It’s not a word a princess should say. I might have to be careful.”

He smiled down at me, never faltering. The relentless rhythm drew pleasure deep into me, and even the pain and soreness from so much sex so fast wasn’t enough to overcome it. “You’re a dragon princess now, Lena. No need to worry about those expectations anymore. And we will teach you to be filthy.”

In one movement he took my arm, shifted, and bit down. Pleasure and pain in a nova. The biggest bonfire I’d ever seen or felt. Endre’s echo joined. The darkness and anger I felt swirling beneath everything, raging at the Elders and what they’d done to him. The mark on my skin was whiter than his scar, and it shimmered with oranges and reds. Not blues. The color matched his body and not his form.

The bond connecting sent us both over the edge. His heat filled me, cock jerking with the force of his pleasure. They were right. Feeling him come through our bond made it so much better. Made my own orgasm sharper. There had to be a limit, right? To how good sex could be? Or was an infinite climb into the heavens as you learned what your body was capable of?

“I love you, mate.” The words kissed my lips before he did, the truth of his statement ringing in the space between our souls.

It was only because Sirrus growled that Endre pulled away. It would be a while before any of us would have enough. Maybe they were wrong—maybe doing this before the party tonight hadn’t been the best idea. Not because of the bond, but because I had absolutely no desire to do anything else but be with them until I physically couldn’t take them anymore.

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