Page 34 of Dragons Of Shadow and Sea

Instead, I claim his magic.

Pulling back, I hold out my hands. His brows furrow, but he's not questioning anything right now. He puts his hands in mine, and I find the bright, blue thread of our connection in my heart. I let it tether our souls, and think of the sea and surf--of the power of the churning ocean buoying us up.

Malik's eyes fly wide. "What--"

"Feel it flow," I urge him. "Together."

"But..." He sucks in a rough breath, and his tattoos are bright enough to light the sky.

"Feel this." I kiss him again, and all around us, the sea rises into the air.

It's a whirlwind--a hurricane, only it's utterly, completely under our control. We lift the water over our heads in an arc until we're safely encased within a bubble of our own. His tongue presses past my lips, and his cock is right at my entrance as our magic surges and flows. Our connection sings through the vibrating sea.

"Incredible," he gasps. "How--"

"Magic," I tell him simply. "Our magic. Me and my mates. We can do incredible things."

Impossible, unimaginably powerful things. The world itself feels like it's at my fingertips. With my mates beside me, we can churn the ocean and ignite the air; we can make the very foundations of the earth rumble.

And there must be a reason. There must be a purpose to this level of raw, elemental energy.

But all I know in this moment is that my connection to this man is light and brilliance.

It's mine.

The ocean crashes down around us once more, and he's twisting me around. His hot hands run up and down my thighs, and I hitch myself higher on his body. My breasts press against his sculpted chest with every breath. Scraping my bottom lip with his teeth, he pushes me toward the shore. I let myself be moved, so ready to give in to this man and the impossible strength of our mating. More threads of connection seem to wind themselves around us, glowing in the gathering night. Above us, the stars begin to come out, and the water sparkles with light.

"Is that you?" I breathe.

"It's us--it's the ocean. There's so much life."

I can feel it, swimming in the waters alongside us, adding even more power to the magic shimmering between us.

A wave pushes us into the shallows, and Malik presses me down into the sand. My legs fall open around him, and he fits himself to the tender, aching space between my thighs. I cry out with need, so wet and ready.

But he denies me. Just when I think he'll press himself inside, he kisses down my neck. His hot hands caress my breasts, and he sucks on one swollen tip and then the other. I cry out, clutching at his head and his shoulders--any part of him that I can reach.

His mouth slides down, down, down. Over my belly and grazing his teeth against the crest of my hip.

Then he slips his fingers down the length of my slit.

I cry out, howling into the night air, my dragon twisting in my chest as we both arch upward into our lover's hands. He strokes a soft circle over my clit before dipping two fingertips inside me.

"Oh--" The first direct pressure on pussy after so much waiting turns me inside out. I buck, begging for more, and he gives it to me.

Thrusting his fingers deeper, he glides his lips to the very apex of my sex. He looks up at me with glowing eyes, the self-satisfied smirk of an apex predator curling his mouth. Then he's lowering himself.

His hot tongue on my pussy has me screaming and clawing at the sand. I spread my legs wider, helpless and aching.

"Need you," I gasp. "Fuck, Malik--"

"That's the idea," he growls, and then he's devouring me in earnest.

The man licks broad stripes all up and down the center of me, while with his fingers he presses even deeper inside. He crooks them up, finding the perfect place in my inner wall, and I shout out with the sheer pleasure of it. Climax gathers with force, low between my hips, and I tense, chasing it toward some impossible peak. With expert timing, he purses his lips around my clit, drumming a fast beat across that infinitely sensitive nub, and that's it.

I crash over into an orgasm that turns me to liquid, exploding my senses to nothing, and it's everything I dreamed, but not nearly enough.

Chanting his name, I scrabble at him, pulling blindly at his hair and even his ear. "Come on," I beg, "need you, need--"

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