Page 42 of Dragon King's Cursed Mate

When the waves of ecstasy subsided, he fell to the cot next to her, pulling her against him, and holding her tightly. She sighed contentedly, her lips brushing the hollow in his throat.

“Mine,” she whispered.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She looked into his eyes and smiled. “Never.”

Seraphina was still pressed tightly against him, their legs entangled when he woke the next morning. She practically glowed in the faint light that lit up his tent.

“Curse be damned,” he breathed against her hair. “She belongs to me.”

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Seraphina

Seraphina closed her eyes, listening to Dain breathing. She felt the rise and fall of his chest against her cheek. There was something raw and primal about the sex. Her center ached when she thought of it. The intensity of the heat that came from deep within her was overwhelming, and she was sure that she could almost orgasm again just from thinking about it.

Dain was powerful, inside and out. His six-foot three-inch frame was solid muscle and the dragon inside of him was very much alive. She could see it in his eyes while they made love.

Her heart and her soul belonged to him. If she was sent away tomorrow, she could never look at another man the way she looked at Dain, even if she lived a thousand years like her mentor, Elaris.

She snuggled against him, her arm thrown over his waist. Dain’s restless breathing woke her. For a moment, she lay still, enjoying the warmth of their bodies pressed tightly together. His arm was draped over her, holding her close.

His breathing quickened, and he started to thrash around. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his throat. It sounded as though he was in pain. Dain started to sweat, and he clenched his jaw.

“No,” he growled.

The air was thick and heavy, shimmering with old magic. It was almost suffocating and Seraphina knew she wasn’t welcome in this space.

She closed her eyes, touched Dain’s chest, and tried to enter his dream. An ancient force with a misty shape existed deep inside of Dain. Seraphina attempted to touch it to see what it was, but it sensed her intention. Pain lanced through her body. It was a searing electrical shock that sent her flying backward. She landed with a hard thump on the flower.

Dain sat up. She gasped when she saw that his eyes had turned almost bright gold.

Seraphina picked herself up and touched Dain’s forehead, whispering a calming spell under her breath.

After a few seconds, he stopped thrashing around and his breathing returned to normal. Whatever was inside of him had retreated.

A glowing object on the floor caught her attention—her dragonfly pendant. He’d managed to rip it off sometime during the night.

It had to be the entity—this cord is unbreakable.

She hastily fixed it and put the dragonfly over Dain’s head. The talisman rested against his chest. It was humming very softly, and Seraphina could barely hear it.

The healing magic is working.

Seraphina lay back down next to Dain. He reached for her, pulling her close to him. Exhausted, she fell asleep quickly.

She was alone in his tent when the sunlight woke her the next morning. Yawning, she rolled off the cot, located her clothes,and went back out to the courtyard to have breakfast. Valon glared at her before walking off in a different direction.

I guess it’s no secret where I spent the night. I’m not embarrassed about the sex and I’ve nothing to hide. However, Valon believes that it will make the curse stronger.

After she ate, she hugged Jasmine, thanked her for the great food, and returned to her tent. She sat on the side of the cot and dropped her face into her hands.

Her heart was heavy and her soul twisted as she remembered Dain’s nightmare or vision.

“I can’t stay,” she proclaimed and began to pack.

A voice thundered in her head so loudly she was sure everyone heard it. “You must not go. You will stay. All will be lost if you leave.”

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