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The virgin inside of me didn’t croak over like I imagined she would. It felt like she woke up and slapped me awake.

My fingers tightened. “We don’t do that until you mark me?”

Dorran’s palms curled around my thighs. “Not until I mark you.”

“I don’t want to wait for that,” I admitted.

“Neither do I, Little Mouse, but rules are rules, and I’m a traditional guy. However,” he whispered, crawling over me, he gripped my hips and tossed me onto his bed.

The satin sheets were cool against my arms, and I sank into the mattress. Dorran’s body loomed over mine, his gaze peeling the clothes off me. “I’m all for a little bending of the rules, Amara. Tell me,” he whispered, “have you ever been touched ...” His gaze flicked toward the one spot I wanted him the most. “... there?”

Slowly, I shook my head.

Dorran sat back on his knees, pulled out his phone, and sent a text. “You aren’t taking pictures of me, are you?”

He looked offended. “No. I told Toby to hang out for a while. I’m going to show my mate what she’ll get if she lets me mark her.”

I placed both hands on his shoulders. “Who said I agreed to be your mate, Dorran?”

“Oh, Little Mouse, being my mate isn’t a choice. Being marked is, and if you weren’t planning on letting me claim you, you wouldn’t be on this bed right now, or looking at me with those eyes. Now,” he whispered. “Rest your head. It’s time for something sweet,” he instructed.

Chapter Fourteen

Dorran

My dragon fed off Amara’s nerves. Even though he resided inside of me, a human’s body, he was indeed an animal. The instinct to devour her ran deep in his blood.

In my blood.

It was part of being a dragon-shifter.

Amara felt the connection we shared. It wasn’t about the riches my family owned or the castle. It was me and that led me to go after what was mine.

Amara’s fingers tangled into my sheets, and she squirmed beneath me. My dragon urged me forward, demanding I slide her clothes off and give him what he wanted so desperately.

Tucking my fingers inside the hem of her sweatpants, I pulled them down her slender legs. The moonlight from my stained-glass window illuminated her pale skin.

Bone-deep desire swirled inside of me.

She was vulnerable, naive, and sat ready for me as if presented on a golden platter.

Licking a path up her thigh, I stopped at her hip, snaking a finger beneath the fabric, I felt her jerk forward and grab my wrist. Her baby blues were wide, full of longing and fear. “You’re sure you are my mate? This isn’t just lust I’m feeling, is it?”

Crawling toward her, I barricaded her between my arms, my wings blocking most of the light. “You know the answer to that question. Are you afraid that I will taste you and leave? Or are you afraid I’ll taste you and not stop?”

Amara closed her eyes. I tried to pinpoint what was happening in her head, but she was hiding from me. “I’m afraid of it all,” she whispered. “I’ve been abandoned my entire life and ...”

“And you think I’ll abandon you too?”

Amara nodded. “I’m afraid to grow close to you like I want because I’m afraid it won’t last or work out.”

The insecurities she’d been hiding were common fears of humans that dragons didn’t worry about. When you found your mate that was it. Mates together were strong. Their bond was thick like honey.

“Amara,” I whispered in her ear. “You have much to learn about mating, Little Mouse. You have to trust me,” I whispered, making a beeline down her neck. “Dragons are forever,” I whispered against her skin. “Dragons mate with the one person meant for them, Amara. Once they find their mate, they never stray. Now, before we met, that’s a different story we won’t get into.”

I stopped above her belly, dipping my tongue into her belly button she chuckled under her breath. Lightly, I tugged the sides of her panties down her thighs, and greedily stuck them into my pocket.

I told my dragon I wouldn’t take them unless I was the one that took them off.

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