Page 27 of Burn Dragon Burn

“Mine.” He thrust over and over.

“Yours.”

Perched on the edge of the most extreme pleasure she could have ever imagine, a gift only Rafe could give her, she let herhead fall to the side a split second before he pressed his teeth to her shoulder and while growling,“Mine,”over and over from his mind to hers, he bit down, breaking her delicate skin and marking her for all time.

Nat shattered into millions of pieces. Everything moved in slow motion. Fireworks burst behind her closed eyelids. Rafe was her only focus as she wailed until her voice was scratchy and joy filled her body and soul so completely she was sure she’d lost consciousness and shocked that their consummation wasn’t over.

Rafe’s cock thickened within her. His movements became frantic. She orgasmed again, this time in perfect unison as he emptied himself into her. Fire and desire filled his eyes when finally, he raised his head and smiled down at her.

Cupping his face, she whispered, “I am yours, now and forever, just as you are mine.” She gave a raspy chuckle through her abused throat, “And I can feel that you made sure your mark on my neck could be seen from Google Earth.”

Pulling himself from her body, Rafe laid down beside her, looking as only an incredibly satisfied man could look as he pulled her across his chest and said, “When we are mated in the way of my ancestors. The mark of my Dragon Scale with our beautiful brown eye in the center is our gift from the Universe, given to us at the perfect moment of our union.”

Rubbing the mark on her neck while looking at the matching one on his neck, she teased, “But I didn’t get to bite you.”

Making a show of growling and nuzzling her neck, his cock-sure tone sounded in her mind,“Oh baby, you can bite me anytime you like, but first…”

Pulling away, he handed her a gray silk pouch that hadn’t been in his hand before and coaxed aloud, “Well, open it, silly woman.”

“You said no gifts.”

“Yeah, well, I broke my own rules. Just open it.”

She loved messing with him. She’d never felt so comfortable and open with another person and it was just one of hundreds of things she loved about her Dragon.

Pulling the strings, she tipped over the pouch, gasping as a perfect fiery opal set in an intricate gold setting surrounded by diamonds fell into the palm of her hand. Picking up the ring while she sat speechless, Rafe slid it onto her left ring finger and explained, “This was my great, great grandmother’s ring. She was the original Pewter Dragon Queen and nearly three thousand years old when she joined her mate in the Heavens. I was a very small boy when she gave this ring to me, but I will always remember her words – ‘Rafe, one day, when you are much older, you will find the woman you cannot live without. She will make you feel things you never thought possible and give the future that without her you would never have’.”

He kissed the tip of her nose then added, “That is you,mo chróiand I will spend every day proving how very much you mean to me.”

Rolling over Nat propped her chin on her hand on Rafe’s chest and after a moment of just staring at the man she loved more than life herself, she beamed, “Thank you for loving me, Rafe. You know I won’t be the easiest to live with but know without reservation that I will always adore you as no woman ever could and will do everything in my power to make you the happiest Dragon in the world.”

Crawling across his chest until her lips were almost touching his she added, “Thank you for putting up with my bullshit and nasty attitude.” She laid her lips to his and finished her thought in his mind.“I adore you and cannot wait for every second of our forever.”

Chuckling as his arms wound around her and he deepened their kiss, Rafe teased, “Can I get that nasty attitude line in writing?”

Loving the ease of their relationship, opened completely to her mate, Nat chuckled while waggling her eyebrows, “Nope. Never, but I can put lots of other things in writing,Sparky.”

Laughing out loud, he declared, “Oh my Heavens, that’s it. You’re never speaking to Gil alone again.”

“He said you’d say that,” Nat laughed. “Besides, you own me a Dragon flight and a...

“I do so love the way you think,mo ghrá. Oh, hell yeah, almost as much as I loveyou.”

Until next time, spread your wings and fly, my friends…

EPILOGUE

He could sense her standing on the bank. The sweet scent of honeysuckle and vanilla permeated the murky waters of the swamp, danced a dangerous tango over his senses, igniting a fire in the belly of his Beast.

Being the newest agent for the Dragon Protection Agency, he was happy to finally have a job that helped him deal with the bullshit he’d carried home from his days of active service as a Navy Seal, and the fact that Gil allowed him to work alone was all the better. Undercover, looking for the Congregation of Gator Shifters responsible for using Voodoo to steal magic from other unsuspecting Paranormals, he’d been swimming through the gloomy, but somehow no less beautiful, bayous of Louisiana for a couple of months and was beginning to wonder if his boss’ intel was nothing but a pile of crap.

Swimming as close to the surface as he could without being seen, he watched the gorgeous redhead while trying to decide if she was human or Other. Her long curls hung perfectly around her heart-shaped face, framing her petite features to perfection.

Watching as she sat down on the grassy bank and slipped the tips of her toes in the cool water, his Dragon roared and his heartbeat like a bass drum when her pink, puffy lips drew into an ‘O’ of surprise as she gasped. The need to jump from the stream and kiss her until she was breathless and as turned on as he was rushed through his body like a runaway train.

There was something about this redheaded beauty that made both him and his Dragon roll over and purr. Then it happened. Just like an anvil on Wile E. Coyote’s head in those old cartoons his brothers liked to watch. The word Mate echoed through his mind.

Nope! Mnm – mhnm. No way. Not happening. I’m not doing that whole lovey-dovey bullshit. I am Dragon hear me roar. I have control. I am the master of my own destiny. Fate and the Universe know better than to mess with me.

Turning tail and swimming away, he had just made it to the bend in the shore under the low-hanging branches of a Bald Cypress tree before looking over his shoulder. Caught in the deep, mesmerizing gaze of the woman’s dark brown eyes, his long, scaled body did a U-turn of its own volition.

Slowly coasting towards the exact spot he’d just vacated, the Dragon came to a screeching halt when a smoky, contralto gently brushed a sweet Southern accent that made his tail swish in the water, whispered directly into his mind,“I wondered if you were coming back. I’ve been looking for you for a long time, Dragon Man.”

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