Page 68 of Betrayed By Dragons

I melt into the rock pillar, and it holds, solid and strong. "These don't have, like, some sacred spiritual meaning or anything, do they?"

"They're rocks." His kiss is stronger this time, and all the breath is pulled out of me.

I choose to take him at his word, unable to question him or even think, really. His hot hands cup my breasts beneath the fabric of my top, his thumbs roughly caressing my nipples through my bra. I arch into his touch, wanting more, more, more, and he gives it to me.

I hardly realized how much he'd been holding back until now. It feels like any barriers fall away, scorched to nothingness by the fire of our bond. Releasing my breasts, he grasps me by my ass and hitches me higher. We're really putting the strength of the rock cairn to the test as it supports my weight. Rafe lifts me, and I spread my legs for him. When the thick bulge of his cock meets my needy center through our clothes, I gasp, and it's just further invitation for him to plunder my mouth. Hooking my ankles behind his back, I grind against him, pleasure already sparkling at the edges of my vision.

"Need--" I tug at his shirt and manage to rip open a couple of buttons. It's not enough skin--not even close.

"I know what you need," he growls, and then he's thrusting against me. I wish I could magic off his pants and mine, but short of refining our magic to burn them away, I don't know how.

Just the idea has laughter bubbling up inside me again.

"You think this is funny?" Rafe scrapes his teeth against the tender flesh of my bottom lip.

"Just imagining burning our clothes." I speak between kisses, starving for air and for this man. "Most reckless use of magic ever."

He laughs, too, and something in me loosens further. We have to be so serious all the time--and for good reason. There's a war pressing down on us, Shadow Dragons among us. But the fact that there's room for lightness and silliness in our connection, too...it fortifies me in a way I didn't know I needed, but I did.

Refusing to release my lips, he untangles my legs from around his hips and sets me down. I shove my pants and underwear off, grateful when they slide over my shoes; if they hadn't, I really might have tried to set them on fire.

Rafe undoes the fly of his jeans. His pants and boxers hang off his lean hips, and I salivate as the thick length of him springs free. I start to drop to my knees, suddenly desperate to taste him, but he stops me and pulls me in again.

"Sharp," he mutters between kisses, gesturing vaguely at the ground, and right, yes, that makes sense--I vaguely remember learning that volcanic rock is like glass in an earth science class.

If the rock cairn is sharp, too, I'll never know, because we don't take the time for me to strip off my shirt. The next thing I know, Rafe's hoisting me up again and pressing my back into the stone. I groan as he spreads my legs, my pussy dripping with desire. He rubs his enormous cock against my slit a couple of times, and hot tingles shoot from my clit up my spine, but I need more.

"Come on," I breathe, reaching down to take him in hand. His cock is hot and huge. I can barely wrap my fingers around his girth, and I need it in me--now.

"Greedy," he rumbles, but then the fat crown of him is budging up against my opening.

I look up at him, staring into his gorgeous eyes and seeing right into the soul of him. It's pure and perfect, and how anyone could imagine otherwise boggles my mind.

"Rafe..."

He slides in one long, slow stroke. My eyes roll back in my head at the delicious fullness. The connection and the oneness I feel with my mate.

"Ember," he gasps before sealing his mouth to mine. It's like he's silencing himself, trying to keep something in, but he can't hide from me.

I feel his emotions flaring to the surface, and I whisper, "I know, I know," against his lips. It's nonsense, but I feel like I do know.

What he feels for me... It's what I feel for him.

It's everything.

With a groan, he kisses me hotter and harder, beginning to move within me. The hard rock at my back isn't the nicest thing I've ever been fucked into, but I don't care. Rafe's huge cock stretches me, possessing me utterly with every stroke. Our shared magic may have flared out, but its echoes still reverberate in the hot space between us.

They linger in his gaze. It's full of wonder and heat as he stares into my eyes, and the intensity nearly wants to sweep me away.

As it is, I'm barreling on toward my orgasm too quickly. Rafe pushes me harder and harder, pounding into me with force. His masterful strokes put pressure on my clit every time he drives in to his base, and it feels so good. Raw and insane and perfect, and I want more.

Not more men, though. As much as I miss Jianyu--as much as I'm still fighting the impossible sense that there's something missing in my trio--there's also a sacredness to this time alone with Rafe.

As I hurtle toward ecstasy, I grip him tighter with my thighs. I slip one hand beneath the hem of his shirt, raking my nails over the miles of muscle along his spine. With my other hand, I cling to his neck, trusting him to keep me supported while he fucks me hard and raw. But I'm also intent on holding myself up against his onslaught. On being his equal. His partner.

My breath catches at the thought. So many times, I've been made to feel like nothing, but with Rafe and Jianyu and with our magic, old wounds are being healed. Together, we can do amazing things. I feel loved and wanted and necessary in a way I haven't since I was a child.

And fuck--I hate it, but my vision blurs.

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