Her pussy fluttered around his cock, driving them both closer to coming. She’d come enough already that her body reached for his but needed a push to reach that peak.
Ky guided Jada’s hand between their bodies and her fingers to her clit. She used her own fingers to open herself wider and circle the little nub finding a rhythm in counterpoint to Ky’s thrusts.
He split the water around their faces and found her eyes. They stared into each other’s souls for what seemed like a beautiful eternity.
“Jada,aroha. Marry me.” He struggled to get the words out of his mouth between heavy breaths. “I want the world to know how much I love you.”
“Yes. I’ll always say yes.”
Yes. The best word in the world.
He wanted to see her face again as she came, but he needed to reaffirm his claim on her more. He bent his head to her shoulder and sunk his teeth into the curve where the dragon he’d marked her with shone against her pale skin.
Her body shook as he did. Jada twisted and her own mouth found his neck. She returned his bite with one of her own, taking his blood, and pushing them both over the edge into an explosion. They came together, wrapped in each other’s bodies and hearts and souls.
Hours later when they were both sated they returned to shore to find the other mated couples there, Match slept, but there was no sign of either Dax or Portia.
“They’re not?” Jada asked.
“No,” Steele said. He was friends with Dax and would have known if the dragon and succubus were mates. “She asked him to take her back to the States.”
“Speaking of states. Who wants to be in a wedded blissful one? Do I have three weddings to plan?” Ciara clapped her hands and gave both Jada and Fleur pointed looks.
“Jada did say yes.” A whole bunch of times. Over and over and over.
“Squee. Ky, I’ve been studying up on the dance, what’s it called, ooh, right, haka. There’s one for weddings. Did you know?”
Ky couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. How long had she been planning his wedding, anyway?
“I did actually.” He wrapped his arm around Jada and pulled her close, thinking about what Match had said in the tunnels about needing a ring.
Back before dragons had lost the ability to find mates, and the White Witch was still…alive, she bestowed a ring upon mates of Wyverns. Well, she made them find one.
If they found it, and could wear it, then they were worthy of being a true mate to the leader of the dragons.
Ciara wore the last ring in known existence.
Damn.
Ky should have asked the White Witch for one when he’d seen her. Not that he’d been able to ask for anything at the time.
Ky didn’t want to give Jada any old piece of jewelry; he wanted it to be special. Maybe Nana Kiki would have an idea for a ring.
In a week’s time, Ky got to call his AllWyr in New Zealand.
Cage had miraculously recovered. Almost. He was no longer knocking onatua’sdoor. But, he could no longer shift from man to dragon.
The one thing keeping Cage from going insane was the promise that he had a mate. Match made Cage a vow that as soon as he recovered from the stabbing and poison, together, they would descend back down into the earth and find Azynsa.
Match refused to even speak Fallyn’s name, so they let him be. He wasn’t that much different than his old grumpy self. Now, he just walked like a dragon in his Wisdom, nearing death, instead being in his Prime.
His brother Wyverns along with Ciara and Fleur had all agreed to stand up at the wedding. Jada saved a spot in that line-up for Portia too. She had yet to reply to the request.
Ciara had wanted months to plan the wedding, but he and Jada insisted on a week at most. Ky was sure Ciara used her white magic to pull it all off.
The garden behind his house on the bay overlooked the ocean. His lands were filled with dragons, mostly blues who had swum in from all over the world to be at the first dragon wedding in their lives.
Many had already told him that seeing him with a mate had given them hope. They, like he, had never expected they would find one. Now it was a real possibility that they might.