Page 23 of Draco's Fire

Tyson bore down, pressing her legs wider. He slid his tongue into her further, making Shayla moan.

"Tyson." She gasped, nearly coming undone. "Fuck..."

She couldn't put two words together, much less beg him to stop. She didn't want him to stop. She'd never felt so high before.

Tyson pulled a hand down, flicking her clit. Shayla yelled this time as an orgasm hit her like a freight train.

She panted desperately in need of air as Tyson pulled himself up, smiling at her. "You taste delicious."

Shayla knew she had orgasmed twice, but she didn't feel like it was enough. She wanted more of him. She needed more of him.

She pulled herself on top of him, pulling his jeans down, and pulling his cock loose. It was hard, and she adjusted, sliding herself onto him. She wasted no time having him inside her once more.

"Fuck." Tyson grabbed her ass, and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest.

She rode him, quickly feeling another orgasm just itching at her. She felt the tight pull of Tyson, and she knew that Tyson was made for her. Tyson was her fated mate.

She felt tears build-up, knowing that Tyson was her future, and it scared her, but it filled her with joy.

They slumped back on the bed after they finished, and Shayla stared at the ceiling. She felt that tight feeling in her belly, the warmth that it gave her. She looked at Tyson from the corner of her eyes, cuddling close to his shoulder.

"That was amazing." She said, watching his lips curl up.

"I agree."

She pressed her lips against his shoulder, smelling sex mixed with cedar. She chewed on her lip for a moment before she pulled herself up a little.

"Tyson."

He looked at her, and she leaned closer, her nose just inches from him. "I think you're my fated mate."

Tyson's face remained empty of any emotion for a second before his lips curled up once more. His eyes sparkled with happiness, and he pulled a hand up, cupping her chin.

"I think you're my fated mate too, and I truly care deeply about you."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she kissed him once more. Who knew how their future would look, but at that, they were happy.

"Would you like to go flying?" Tyson pushed himself up, turning towards his clothes that were on the floor.

"Really?" Shayla's eyes widened, and she crawled to get off the bed. "You'll take me?"

"Of course. If you want to."

Shayla nodded her head, quickly searching for her clothes. She promptly reached to put on her wet clothes, but Tyson threw her a new shirt.

"Just wear it like a nightgown."

Shayla threw her clothes aside, pulling on the shirt. It smelt just like Tyson, and she couldn't help smiling. She was jumping on her heels, excited to go outside. Tyson laughed, watching her.

They headed down the hallway, slipping out the back door. Tyson walked ahead and shifted once they were a few feet away from the house. Shayla was jumping up and down, unable to contain her excitement anymore.

She pulled onto Tyson in dragon form, and he took off. She clutched hard onto him, her stomach dropping as soon as he took flight. Fear hugged her, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

She shook until he steadied himself, and she peeked out of one eye. She gasped, pulling both eyes open and taking in the view. Tyson wasn't lying when he said the view was spectacular. It was breathtaking.

She couldn't help but think today was perfect. She had sex with her fated mate, both in the lake and in bed. They both admitted they felt they were meant for each other and a flight to end the night. She was over the moon.

Fifteen

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