Page 22 of Claimed By the Drakarn Warrior Lord

I nodded frantically, unable to form words as my hands gripped his forearms, anchoring myself to him. I was lost in the hunger of the moment, drowning in my own desire that seemed to mirror his. The musky scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, a heady mix of male pheromones and something uniquely his that made my head spin and my core clench around emptiness.

With a low, vicious growl, Darrokar pushed forward, the thick, sensitive head of his cock breaching my slick entrance. I gasped, my back arching off the ground as he stretched me open with a deliberate, almost brutal slowness.

"Darrokar!" I cried out, and he sank deeper.He paused, his hips still, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.

A wave of dizzying pleasure rippled through me as Darrokar's full length finally filled me, his cock pulsing with each beat of his heart. I was stuffed to the brim, every inch of him embedded deep within my core, his base pressed firmly against my sensitive clit.

The sensation of being so completely claimed by him, of his immense cock stretching me open in a way no human ever had, was overwhelming. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and my body responded with a desperate, primal urge to move, to take him even deeper.

Darrokar held himself there, buried inside me, the veins on his neck corded with tension as he fought for control. I wanted to feel him moving within me, the heavy thrusts I knew he was capable of, but instead, he stayed utterly still, as if giving me time to adjust to his overwhelming presence.

"Move … please," I begged, my voice breaking on a desperate moan. "I need to feel you."

With a sharp, guttural growl, Darrokar surged forward, his hips snapping against mine in a relentless rhythm that stole my breath and shattered my control. He pounded into me with brutalefficiency, each thrust driving me deeper into the stone floor, the force of his movements rattling my bones.

The pleasure was intense, a blinding, all-consuming fire that ravaged my senses and left me mindless in its wake. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, using the leverage to meet his thrusts, to take him as deep as he could go. My nails raked down his back, leaving scored trails on his scales as I gripped him, holding on for dear life as he ravished me.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by my ragged gasps and moans, filled the cavern. Darrokar's cock throbbed inside me, his thickness stretching me in ways that bordered on pain, but the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort. My inner walls clenched around him, milking his length as he pounded into me, the friction building with each merciless stroke.

"Luvae, I can feel you … so close," Darrokar panted, his voice a rough growl. His golden eyes flickered with a feral glow, his gaze feverish and possessive as he watched me.

I could only moan incoherently, my body moving in time with his, seeking that exquisite release that eluded me. The pressure inside me builtto a crescendo, my walls pulsing around his cock as he drove into me harder, faster.

And then, with a keening cry, I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over me, leaving me gasping and trembling in Darrokar's passionate grasp.

Darrokar's powerful body tensed, his muscles rippling beneath his scales as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. He groaned, a deep, carnal sound that vibrated past his chest and into mine. His cock throbbed, pulsating with a rhythmic intensity that seemed to synchronize with my own clenching release.

"I'm going to come," he warned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Hold on,luvae."

With a guttural roar, he released, his hips jerking with each violent spasm as he emptied himself inside me. His hot seed flooded my core, coating my inner walls with a thick, viscous warmth. I felt every pulse, every tremor of his climax, the sensation almost unbearably intense as he filled me to the brim.

The heat of his release seared through me, intensifying the pleasure already coursing through my veins. I was helpless to do anything but surrender tothe overwhelming sensations, my body wracked with the aftershocks of my own orgasm.

Darrokar nuzzled into my neck, repeating one word over and over. "Luvae. Luvae. Luvae."

And something in me finally understood. It didn't meanmine. Not exactly.

It meant mate.

TEN

DARROKAR

The air was heavy with her scent.

It wasn’t just there in my chambers—it clung to my skin, my wings, my very senses. Sweet, wild, and utterly intoxicating, it overpowered the tang of molten stone and heat crystals embedded in the walls. It blurred the dividing lines of my thoughts, drowning out every instinct except the unshakable knowledge that she was mine.

Terra Drake. Human. Warrior.

Mate.

My bond to her was no longer an unfulfilled ache—it was real now, visceral, carved into the marrow of my bones. Every beat of my heart pulsed with it, this connection between us, fierce as fire and as unrelenting as the worldoutside these walls.

She had fought me—challenged me—and I had claimed her.

But even now, as she lay curled against me, her breaths steady and deep with sleep, I knew this bond was not so simple. She was no fragile thing, no docile creature content to be tamed. No, she burned with a fire that refused to be extinguished.

And it was that fire that both drew me to her and unsettled me more than I cared to admit.

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