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“I love you, Lysa. We both do,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Go on and we will meet you guys at the vehicle.”

Chapter Eleven

Lysa

I slept in Drake’slap the entire way back to the castle. I was exhausted from so many different things and his comfort is next level soothing. I swear, I could live and die in this man’s arms. I didn’t even wake up until he laid me on the bed. I thought he was going to go and do other things, but he undressed us both and we took a nap together. Now, I am lying in his arms with my face buried in his chest.

I could be sweet and wake him with gentle kisses, but I want to get fucked by him again. I love how he uses me with no regard for my comfort because he knows I can take it, and I will love every moment of his cock wrecking my insides. I cannot wait for him to fuck me shifted. I reach down and take his cock into my hand to make slow strokes. Seconds later his eyes snap open and he growls as he rolls and pins me to the bed with my arms above my head.

“Hi,” I smile sweetly.

“My needy little queen… Always wanting to be filled,” he says as he slowly pushes into me.

“Both,” I groan. “I want both.”

“When I give you both, I plan to take you for hours,” he says. “I will fuck you unconscious and you will wake with me still fucking your tight little body. I will be rough and have no mercy for you.”

“After the meeting,” I say. “I want to fight you, but I want to lose. Show me how good violence can feel.”

“If you give me that permission, I will absolutely make you beg me to stop,” he says.

“Before we go to war, I want everything you have to offer. Everything, Drakarus. Channel every bit of stress and built-up anger into me as if I was disposable.”

“Why?” he asks.

“You relieve stress by violently fucking me. I relieve stress by getting violently fucked by you. I am taking on the source of my trauma with this war. I will battle everything I have ever known. I need to go into this with a clear mind or I will get distracted by the memories. I need you to take away those memories and I trust you with my life,” I explain.

“Okay,” he says. “After the meeting when I tell you to run… Run.”

“Are you going to fully shift?” I ask. “Pretty sure I should go outside for that.”

“Just partially,” he says. “I plan to take you shifted during war.”

“That’s one way to get me excited for war,” I say with a grin. “Are you going to make me wait?”

“Yes,” he smirks.

“Sir, you already have your dick inside of me,” I frown.

“Is that frustrating, Little Flame? Having my cock stuffed inside of you, unmoving?”

“Yes,” I say.

“We need to get to the meeting,” he says with a devious smile as he pulls out of me and stands.

“Asshole,” I complain. I squeal when he suddenly rolls me and smacks my ass seven times.

“Anything else to say, Lysa?” he asks, daring me to keep being a brat.

“Fuck you, dragon boy,” I laugh.

“Sixteen. Keep it up, brat,” he says. “Count.”

“What?” I laugh.

“Count or you’ll get edged sixteen times instead,” he warns. “Count.”

“Okay. Okay,” I laugh. He smacks my ass and I start counting. “One….”

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