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Her pussy pulses on my length and I fight to remain still.She needs the rest. But her body has other plans. Slowly, she starts rocking her hips, moving an inch at a time, rubbing herself against me. My hands rub over her back, her shirt still covering her skin and barring me from touching her. Allowing my dragon a little room, I elongate my talons and ever so gently, cut the fabric from her body, allowing it to fall away.

The moment my skin touches hers, a loud moan falls from her, her lips kissing along my naked chest. I’m not sure whether she is awake or asleep but I’m not going to stop her in either case. Her hips writhe against me taking pleasure without any inhibitions. I feel her orgasm sweep through her, triggering my own. It’s not overly passionate and it doesn’t take long but it is the most intimate moment I have ever had. I feel connected to her in a way I have never felt with anyone else.

My dragon pushes forward once more, raising its head and clamping its jaw to her right shoulder, biting her. She moans and writhes, another less intense orgasm overtaking her. The coppery tang of her blood coats the inside of my mouth and I can’t hold back my groan of pleasure. My dragon knows what he is doing better than I do, so I leave him to continue. Once my knot deflates, I lift her off my cock, cradling her against my chest, and allow my dragon to fully transform.

He wraps his wings around her as he holds her to his chest, fending off the freezing night air. Possessiveness soars through both of us as he uses the fire in his chest to heat her cold form. Affection is the second predominant emotion, wanting to see her safe and happy, with us.

Mine.

The last thing is pride. That we can claim this female as our own. To be able to share something with her that no other Alpha—Noble or lower class—can. To have the opportunity to build a life and a family with this beautiful creature.

Our mate.

Now, all we have to do is wait for this fucking hunt to end so we can take our little female mate home. We need to make sure her father hasn’t caused irreparable damage to her body and her mind.

Chapter Three

Seline

I wake up wrapped in heat. Not the kind where you want to kick the blankets to the floor, just enough to keep the cold out and make you want to burrow deeper into your bedding instead of waking up. It takes me a moment to remember what happened before I fell asleep.

My body flies upright, my eyes open wide as I take in my surroundings. Where the hell am I?

Sitting with my back against the headboard, I pull the covers over my exposed chest and stare at the room around me. Soft white bedding covers my naked body as well as the expanse of the massive bed. The furniture in the room is stained a dark cherry color and contrasts beautifully with the grey walls and carpet. A large, floor-to-ceiling window takes up the space directly in front of me, showcasing the city outside. And the sun has just started rising.

The door to my left opens drawing my attention. Liam stands there, dressed in nothing but a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants, holding a cup of coffee. His gaze runs over me while I do the same. It is hard not to admire a virile Alpha such as himself. The outline of his cock is visible beneath the waistband and I remember vividly how it felt to have him moving inside me mere hours ago. It takes a moment but I am able to shake the lust from my mind.

“What am I doing here?” I whisper.

Liam doesn’t reply, instead crossing the space until he is beside the bed. Taking a seat on the edge, he places the coffee on the end table before taking my hand in his. An electric shock runs through me, and a gasp falls from my lips.

“There is a lot we need to discuss. But I want to see your wound first.”

My wound? Pulling the blanket away, I stare down at my side where the painful burn mark my father inflected used to be. Now, there is only what looks like a big red bruise. What the hell is going on here? My hand caresses the skin, feeling the roughness against my fingertips. I know that wasn’t part of whatever hallucination I had in the woods last night. I know the burn was real because the pain was too real.

My head whips in Liam’s direction, a confused frown marring my features.

“What? How?” I stutter, not able to form an entire cohesive thought.

“It’s the bond,” he says with a small smile. “Since the hunt you have been healing.”

“The hunt?” Everything is a little confusing now. “What bond?”

I remember waking up in the forest, the all-encompassing fear I felt when the Alpha cornered me before being saved by Liam’s dragon. And the sex. Dear God, the sex was incredible. But after that, everything is blank.

“Last night,” he offers trying to clear things up for me.

“I know that part,” I say with an eye roll. “What I don’t understand is why I am here. I should still be in the forest.”

Anger crosses his features. “You are exactly where you should be,” he growls, leaning over me.

“I need you not to act like an Alpha asshole for five minutes so I can figure out what the hell is going on!” I snap.

Shock scrolls across his features before he grins at me. He dips his head low before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

“I like your fire, little female. You will be a perfect mate for me.”

“Mate?” I stare at him in confusion. “Are you drunk or something? Nothing you say makes any sense.”

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