Page 134 of The Bond That Burns

I worked my hand between us, lifting her skirt and pushing aside the soft undergarment she wore so I could slide my fingers along her folds. I groaned as I found her ready for me. She gasped as I stroked her pussy and pushed my fingers inside her. I growled as she shifted her hips against me. Longing was coiling through my body, desperate for release.

“Pendragon.” I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“Then show me,” she whispered, practically shivering with need.

I undid my trousers, and her hands were suddenly there, freeing me, running her hands over my cock with a moan of desire that sent chills down my spine.

She tugged me against her and I didn’t have to be asked twice. I pushed into her, thrusting my hips forward with a sharp inhale, filling her up, inch by inch.

Only one thing could make this better for us both. I lifted my head to her neck and sank my fangs into the soft white skin, sucking her greedily as I slowly thrust my cock into her again and again.

Her legs tightened around my waist as I pressed her harder against the bookshelf. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice whispered that we were still in the library, that someone could walk in at any moment. But that voice was drowned out by the sounds of her soft moans as I fed from her and fucked her and caressed her body with my hands as if I could imprint her, this, us into my memory forever.

Nothing mattered except the way she felt against me, the way her body responded to mine as if we’d been made for one another.

I shifted my angle, hitting the spot that had her biting her lip to stifle her cries. Knowing she was losing control drove me even more wild and I buried my face in her neck, sinking my fangs more deeply into her skin. She clung to me, her fingers pulling my hair, her thighs tightening around my waist. I could feel her trembling, teetering there on the edge and I wanted to push her over, wanted to watch her shatter right there in my arms.

My hand moved down her body, pulling her closer, as if I could somehow fuse us together. I wanted to make her scream myname, make her tell me she was mine. I wanted to vow it would always be like this and wanted her to say the same.

But I knew better than to push her that far. For now, this would suffice. It was more than enough.

Because for now, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only her. For the first time in a long time, I felt as if I wasn’t lost. I wasn’t broken.

I was exactly where I was meant to be.

I peeked out from behind the bookshelf. There was no one around. Now that night had truly fallen, the library had emptied out. It was eerily quiet.

Pendragon stood a few feet away, her fingers fastening the last few buttons on her shirt.

I watched her, enjoying the lingering flush on her cheeks. I hated seeing her put the layers of her armor back on, cover herself away from me again. But I also knew we couldn’t stay hidden here forever, as much as I might want to.

“Still staring?” she teased as she caught me.

I grinned. “Hard not to. What’ll you do now?” I didn’t want to let her out of my sight. But I knew where her home was... for now.

“I should go and talk to Nyxaris.”

At the mention of the dragon, my stomach tightened. “What are you planning to tell him?”

Her hands paused. “I think I owe him the truth. About everything.”

My contentment gave way to a fresh feeling of unease. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Rodriguez told you not to...”

“Rodriguez doesn’t know Nyxaris like I do,” she interrupted, her voice firm. I knew she was right. Hell, no one knew what was in that dragon’s mind—except my consort. I was still in awe of her for that. “He deserves to know. I can’t lie to him like everyone else in his life did. I won’t be that person.”

I hesitated. Part of me wanted to argue, to remind her of the risks, but the look in her eyes stopped me. This was her decision. Her choice.

I nodded. “Where? I’ll walk with you.”

She blinked in surprise. “You don’t have to...”

“I know.” I pushed off the shelf I’d been leaning against. “But I want to.”

I met her eyes. Her cheeks flushed again, but to my relief she didn’t argue.

“So, where are we going?” I asked, as I strolled along beside her. The few students who still remained in the library glanced at us as we walked passed. I noticed Larissa sitting at a table with some other House Drakharrow students and suddenly prayed she hadn’t passed by while we were... busy.

She glared at me but didn’t say a word. Still, I had no doubt she’d be sneaking back to Regan with some sort of a nasty story to tell.

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