Page 57 of Kidnapped Plus-Size Mate

As I smooth my palms over the taut, hot flesh of the arms that keep me in the air, Sryker reaches between us and wields his rigidness with one hand, sweeping my folds with the bulbous tip. Shuddering from anticipation, I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, watching closely as the crown of his cock slips between my folds.

“Oh, my God…” I gasp, the delicious stretch feeling utterly satisfying. It’s as if my walls hug him perfectly, parting only enough to securely embrace him in the warmth of my essence.

I meet his thrusts by rocking my hips, greedily wanting more and more of what he can give me. My nails bite into his shoulders as I cling to him from the intensity of the pleasure, a knot coiling in the pit of my belly and raging to be set free.

“It’s happening…” I squeal, sliding my hands to his nape where I interlock them in an attempt to hang on when he quickens the pace, his thrusts becoming shallower as he pounds with immaculate speed. My moans escalate into desperate cries to be set free from the torment in my belly before the final leap, his name falling from my lips like a mantra that invokes his beastly nature. Sweat beads his brows as he slams into me, lewd sounds of skin slapping skin, filling the air and joining our moans.

“It’s—It’s happening!” I yelp out, clinging to Stryker ferociously. He folds his arms around me tightly, pulling me as close as our two bodies can collide.

“Me too,” he growls lowly. “Come with me, baby. That’s it,” he praises as his thrusts slow down just enough for him to slam as deep as he can go, grunting as he spills hot ropes of cum between my walls that contract and expand in a rapid pulse when I let go and soar into the waves of ecstasy.

Stryker doesn’t let me go, holding me tightly as he carries me into the bedroom and gently lays me down. Still reeling from the height of my climax, I hang onto his neck as if my life depended on it.

Behind my eyelids, through the darkness, two pairs of eyes stare at me, and I shriek when I recognize them as the eyes of the two dark figures from my dreams. The one who passed me a knife before removes her hoodie, but I snap my eyes open before I see what happens next.

I already know what’s going to happen. She’s going to pass me a knife and prompt me to harm a surrendered Stryker.

As my breath comes out in a panicked sob, Stryker scoops me onto his lap to soothe me.

“No… No…” I welp, unable to close my eyes and forced to look into Stryker’s warm hues while I’m petrified.

“What’s wrong, Camilla?” Strong arms hold me steady as my body shakes uncontrollably. “Talk to me. Please.”

Unyielding tears storm from my eyes as I keep them open in fear of meeting the woman who looks so much like Abuela but shows no compassion like my grandmother. Haunting me at the peak of my existence is too cruel and unkind, and I can’t get the words out. Instead, I bask in the safety net of Stryker’s arms, burying my face in the crook of his neck until I’m done wailing from fear.

When I’m calmer, I lift my head and meet his worried eyes. Eyes so pure, that my heartstrings are strummed into the realization that I truly care for this man, for this dragon shifter. I could never let any harm come to him, even if that’s what my destiny calls for.

I’d rather stick to being fated to him.

“The Grimoire…” I reveal with a quick glance at the chaise lounge where the book I was called to take out of the Aurora Island library lies face-down on the seat. Opened on the page with the symbol I recognized, there’s a deep, inner need to tell Stryker about it.

Maybe I’m too scared, and I need his protection.

“I think there’s something wrong with me.”

Chapter 19 - Stryker

When Draco informed me that the Dragon Council meeting would have everyone in attendance, I thought he meant that it would be a gathering of the Vulkan brothers and the elders of the Council.

I wasn’t expecting the Alphas of the other clans to join us today. When I shake Falkor’s hand, a sliver of worry skitters down my spine, especially when I glimpse the remorseful look in his eyes.

He’s the only Alpha in attendance without his Beta by his side. Rakon is nowhere to be seen, Falkor’s mate, Sandra, taking his place.

“My fellow dragon shifters…” Nimbus, the elder from the Flame Serpents clan of dragon shifters from the island of El Hiero off the west coast of Africa, addresses the gathering.

I glance at my brother, Alpha Draco, and notice how stern and composed his stance is as he pays keen attention to the elder with his fingers steepled in front of her face. I turn my attention back to Nimbus, recognizing the importance of today’s meeting when everyone remains silent before he proceeds.

“Thank you for meeting with us, your elders,” he says as he gestures with a curt wave to the other elders seated on his left, my father included. Though they all don’t look a day over thirty thanks to the fountain of youth found in our natural state of immortality, there’s something profoundly authoritative about the elders who’ve lived more than two millennia on Earth.

It demands the honor and respect of the younger dragons, forcing me to put aside any distractions in my mind and focus on the meeting. The weight of its importance hangs over us like a dark cloud swirling in the deafening silence.

Nimbus nods at my father, who takes the floor to speak. “We’ve all heard about what happened here last week when the Fire Force Beta, Rakon Hawke, attacked the Aurora Dragons.” Father glances at me sternly. “My son, Stryker Vulkan, was injured in battle. But we were unable to capture Rakon and his group before they disappeared.”

Zark, the Blaze Legion Alpha from the Sumai Island north of Asia, clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably. We all know what happened when the previous Alpha of Blaze Legion attacked Aurora Island, and what Rakon has done serves as a reminder of that.

Only Nova remains silently, staring at the polished oak desk as if something is interesting enough to hold his attention. He only looks up when my father places a hand on his shoulder to coerce him to speak up.

“Right…” Nova nods and stares at the Alpha of their clan seated across the boardroom table. “It has come to Fire Force’s attention that our Beta, Rakon Hawke, has been missing ever since the Dragon Ball.”

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