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Grabbing her right leg, I apply pressure until it bends at the knee before lifting it onto the hood of the car, forcing her to stand on the toes of her left foot. My thrusts are deeper this way, allowing me to bury myself as far as I can go. My mate moans loudly, her hands trying to find something to hold onto as I rut into her.

All night and most of the morning I have been fighting to convince myself that the sex wasn’t nearly as good as I thought, that my mind was playing tricks on me, and the memory was somehow exaggerated. But I have been lying to myself, I swear this is better than I remember. Her walls start to tremble, and I know she is on the cusp of her orgasm.

“Harder,” she begs, and I almost fall to my knees.

“Yes,” I hiss, snapping my hips.

Seline fucks her body back into mine, meeting my thrusts, pushing us both closer to our bliss. But I want to see her. Ripping my cock from her heat, I hear her hiss of displeasure before I flip her over. Lifting her legs I bury myself in her once more. She wraps her legs tightly around my waist, using her feet to push me deeper into her cunt.

The sounds around us are obscene as I fuck my mate on the hood of my car. Her large breasts bounce in front of my face, and I can’t help but take a nipple into my mouth. She moans, running her hands through my hair and tugging at the long, dark strands. My grip on her hips is harsh and I know she will wearmy marks later, a sight I can’t wait to see against her pale skin.

Releasing her nipple with a pop I stare down at where we are joined.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I mutter, more to myself than to her. “Watching my cock disappear inside this perfect little pussy.”

Her orgasm slams into both of us the moment I touch her distended clit, her scream of pleasure ripping through the air. It only takes two thrusts for me to follow her into oblivion, my knot locking us together. I grind deeper into her, sending aftershocks rolling through her.

“Such a good girl, taking my knot,” I praise, running my hands over her breasts, neck, and shoulders. “I’m going to fuck you every chance I get until I get you bred and then I’ll continue fucking you because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.”

Chapter Six

Seline

Liam helps me stand once his knot deflates, slipping my dress over my head. He ushers me into the car before joining me and driving us back to the Capital. My mind reels with his words from earlier. Liam means to breed me and bind me to him forever. Or was he simply lost in the moment?

The idea of having his child carries appeal. A boy that looks just like him would be perfect. My heart melts at the thought but I can’t get carried away just yet. There are a lot of things that need to happen before I can believe this is forever.

“I wasn’t angry at you,” he says after a few minutes, dragging me from my thoughts. “I would never take my rage out on you.”

I stare at his profile as he continues to focus on the road. “I believe you, as strange as that sounds.”

“Good.” He nods. “You don’t ever have to fear me, or my dragon.”

“I believe that too.”

Silence descends on us once more as he navigates the streets of the Capital.

“What happens now?” I ask, breaking the silence.

“What do you mean? You are mine.”

A sad chuckle falls from my lips as we pull into the basement parking. His hand cups my chin, drawing my gaze to his. How do I explain my insecurities to him? The fact that he has claimed me means nothing. He could still take other females to his bed. If I open myself to the possibility of him, if I open my heart and he does that, it will break me.

“We need to talk. I mean, communicate. We don’t know each other well enough just yet and we can’t read each other’s minds, so we need to say what we are thinking.”

“I know you’ve claimed me, and you say I’m yours but are you mine?” I ask softly, hoping not to sound as desperate as I feel.

A brilliant smile crosses his face. “Fuck yes!” he says vehemently. “You don’t feel it, but I do. My heart, my soul, my dragon, belong to you.”

Getting out of the car I take a deep breath to settle my racing heart. His words are exactly what I want to hear but I don’t know if I can trust them. What if he’s wrong? Fated mates are a thing of legend, a remnant from a time that doesn’t exist anymore. Maybe he’s just crazy.

Inside the elevator, he pushes me against the cold wall, hiking my leg up over his hip. His fingers delve into my sex, petting and caressing while he speaks.

“I can feel your doubt. And that’s okay. I will just have to prove it to you over and over.”

“Liam,” I sigh, his touch doing things to me. “What if I never feel what you feel?”

He frowns for a moment before kissing me. “You’ll feel it. Tomorrow, we are going to get this mating officiated and then we will work on the rest. For now, I want to spend the rest of the day tasting and fucking my mate.”

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