Page 23 of Her Dragon Defender

For a moment, her heart soared, then plummeted. "But I'm not a shifter. I can't possibly be your fated mate. I don't even know who my parents were!"

"It doesn't matter who they were. You're my fated mate now, and mine to protect for as long as I live. I would sooner die than let anything happen to you."

Eden allowed herself to hope. "So if I'm your fated mate, what does that mean, exactly? What do I have to do?" She hoped it involved more hot sex with him, though she was less enthusiastic about the flying.

"Well, there's a customary ritual among my kind, but I will only do it if you want to. Most girls come to Mirror Academy looking for love, but becoming a dragon is not something that happens very often. In fact, the only time I know of a dragon who successfully mated with someone who wasn't another full-blooded dragon, she was a very powerful witch. We believe the magic in her blood was as potent as a dragon's, which is the only reason the mating was possible. So unless you're secretly a witch, your parents must have been shifters of some kind." He reached up to cup her breasts. "Gods, but you're beautiful. I can't believe you're my fated mate. I want to make love to you all night, and into next week." He rocked his hips, making her moan with longing for more.

"What sort of ritual?" she asked, only half caring as his cock set off waves of sensation deep inside her.

He grinned. "I'll tell you about it in the morning. First, I want to see how many times I can make you scream my name before you need to sleep. Dragon stamina is legendary, I'll have you know." He wrapped his arms around her and rolled, until her head hit the pillow and he was on top of her. He thrust deep into her pussy and she could think of nothing else except Blaze, his cock and her rapidly approaching orgasm.

TWENTY-EIGHT

The first rays of dawn lanced into Eden's eyes, but she only closed them as she hung on tight to the desk Blaze had her bent over. He had one arm clamped across her breasts, tweaking her nipples with each thrust, while his other hand rubbed her clit in perfect time with his cock pounding her pussy. So close, she was so close...

"Please, Blaze," she begged. "Oh, please..."

Someone hammered on the door. "Room service!"

"Come for me, Eden," Blaze coaxed, not slowing his pace. If anything, he sped up.

But they had to answer the door. The maid would hear them...and...and...

"Come for me, Eden. I want to hear you scream my name!" he ordered.

She wasn't sure what he did. He shifted his hand on her clit, changed the angle of his thrusts, as the arm around her breasts tightened, and pure, undiluted bliss set all her nerve endings ablaze as she screamed for joy, not once, but over and over. Somewhere in there, she heard Blaze bellow her name, too.

An eternity passed, aftershocks rippling through her body like nothing she'd ever known before, as she felt the horrifying emptiness of Blaze withdrawing from her. She collapsed on the desk, spent. "Why did you stop?" she asked.

"It's time for breakfast," he said.

She pushed herself up. Trays of food were spread out across the table. Her eyes flew to the door, but it was closed. "How?"

"The maid came in with the trolley, I pointed at the table, she set everything out, and left. You might not have heard her, what with all the screaming." He grinned, wiped himself off with a towel, and reached for a piece of melon.

Horror froze Eden's breath. "The maid came in while we were...while we were..."

"Having mad, passionate sex in the throes of our mating frenzy. I'm sure she's seen it plenty of times. It's a shifter friendly motel, after all." He lifted the cover off one of the bowls. "Oh, look! They sent up extra whipped cream with the waffles. Come lie on the table, so I can pour cream and syrup over those perfect breasts, and lick it off. Or would you prefer me to eat it out of your pussy?"

Desire curled in Eden's belly, driving out all rational thought. All except one. "If I pour syrup over both of our private parts, and then we have sex, will you get stuck inside me?"

He raised his eyebrows. "You mean like knotting? That's more of a wolf thing, but I did see some cronuts. Let's see...syrup, cronuts and I guess we could use some of this butter for lube. For me and for you. Bend over that desk again. No, move your legs wider apart. You sure you can take all of this? I mean, you're my mate, I know you can take me, but..."

Just the thought of Blaze's cock, sheathed inside her until they were completely sated, had her core roaring like she had a dragon inside her. Which she would, if he'd just... "Shut up and fuck me, Blaze. Give me all you got."

Which of course he did, leaving her breathless as her body adjusted to the extra girth. Only..."What are you doing?" she gasped as it felt like he stretched her even more. It shouldn't be possible. He was already balls deep inside her.

He leaned over and kissed her throat. "You're mated to a dragon, love. If you ask for it, you get all of me." He thrust deep, deeper than Eden thought possible, like he was actually lengthening inside her and thickening, too. She clenched around him and he groaned. "Oh, good girl. Just like that..."

She could barely believe he'd brought her to a climax so fast. Maybe it was the sheer size of him, rubbing all the right places all at once. "Oh gods, Blaze! Blaze!" she screamed.

TWENTY-NINE

It was late afternoon by the time they were done, and darkening into evening when they'd finished washing each other in the shower afterwards. Eden thought she'd be tired after so much sex, but only the thinnest veneer of self control kept her from tearing off her bathrobe, leaping into Blaze's lap, and riding him hard for another dozen orgasms.

From the heat in his dark eyes, she knew he felt the same.

"I'll see if I have a spare shirt or something you can wear. Or I can call motel reception and see if they have any suitable clothes for you."

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