Page 12 of Mated

He growled, leaned back, stared down at where he was lodged deep within me, and slammed his hips into mine with increasing force. The bed shook, and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. I heard myself crying out, begging for more, and I could feel the heat of this monster burning me from the inside out.

My pleasure coiled tighter until I knew I’d break.

“Elowen,” he gritted, his voice rough, unnatural, and filled with beastly desire. “My queen.”

He roared as he thrust into me one last time, his body shuddering as he came, spilling that liquid fire inside of me until I screamed and felt it touch every part of me.

The sounds coming from him were barbaric, a savage chorus of dominance and pleasure over my submission.

He collapsed forward but kept his weight off me with his clawed hands on either side of my head once more. His massive frame dwarfed mine. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath, his glowing eyes seeming almost… soft and gentle, although it seemed to go against his very DNA.

My body still trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, and I clung to him. After long seconds, Draxus pulled back and gently brushed the hair from my face, the sound now leaving him reminiscent of a purr.

“Mine,” he growled, his voice low and possessive.

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “I am yours. And you are mine.”

“And I will never let you go.”

And in that moment, without thinking about anything else, I didn’t want him to.

7

QUEEN ELOWEN

The room still pulsed with heat and darkness.

I lay on the bed spent and exhausted, the scent of Draxus clinging to my skin. My body hummed—sated, marked, and claimed in every way that mattered.

And I didn’t regret a single second of it.

Draxus’s essence lingered deep inside me, and every little shift I made had his cum spilling out of my body. It had to have been a massive load.

I closed my eyes and exhaled, knowing what we’d just done, what he’d put in me—on me—was a brand as permanent as anything I’d ever experienced.

My demon-lizard king lay beside me, and I shifted so I was draped over him. He wrapped a thickly scaled arm over my waist, his clawed hand splayed across my belly, covering the entire expanse.

I tilted my head slightly and watched him with half-lidded eyes. His scales shimmered faintly in the dim, flickering firelight, and I found it so otherworldly beautiful.

I took just a second to take him all in. His small but thick and powerful horns curved out from his head, and the harshness of his features didn’t scare me anymore.

He made me ache.

How strange and… wonderful it felt to accept this life and not worry about what my future held.

I was no longer just a princess bound to be a cruel man’s breeding vessel. I was the queen of the dark realm of Blood Ash.

Ruled by no one… excepthim.

Draxus stared at me, the glow bright, molten and locked onto me like a predator scenting his mark on his forever prey.

He owned me and I him.

“You’re quiet,” he rumbled, his demonic voice raw and laced with his recent pleasure. “Regret?”

I thought about his question even though I knew the answer already. I smiled lazily, stretching against him so my bare, delicate skin felt every hard, defined inch of his scales, muscular body.

“No. Just thinking. Just… adjusting.”

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