Page 103 of A Witch and Her Dragon
“Sorry, Ms. Fairhaven.” I give her my most innocent smile. “I’ll get up right away. And I’ll take breakfast downstairs today. Would you please inform the kitchen staff?”
She huffs out a sigh and puts her fingers to her temple like I’m already causing her a headache. “Very well. But makehaste. Even a princess should not cause others to wait!” she calls over her shoulder as she leaves my room, closing the door behind her.
I can just barely hear her footsteps as they cross my sitting room, then the click of the door as she leaves my chambers. And as soon as she’s gone, I feel the tickle of fingertips along the inside of my leg, creeping from my knee up.
Then kisses follow. My breath hitches in my chest.
Raelan’s mouth trails up my thigh, each kiss lingering longer than the last. And when he presses a kiss to my clit through my thin panties, I gasp, clutching the comforter in my grasp.
“R-Raelan,” I whisper. “You know we have to go. We don’t have time.”
“I can be quick,” he mumbles, sending pleasant vibrations through me, causing me to open my lips with a silent moan. “I promise.”
Then one of his sharp claws slices right through my panties, and I’ve only a moment to catch my breath before he’s spreading my thighs and burying his head between my legs. He laps at my slit, licking me like I’m sweetened ice at a summer festival. And when he pushes his tongue inside me, I let out such a loud gasp that I’m certain anyone walking by in the hallway outside would be able to hear it.
“Shh, princess,” Raelan whispers after pulling his tongue from me, his words muffled by the comforters still tossed over his head. “You know I’m not supposed to be here. You’re being very bad, allowing a man into your bed like this...”
I don’t have a chance to respond, because then his lips are around my clit, and one of his fingers is sliding inside me. His tongue works magic. He alternates between sucking and flicking and licking, to the point where I’m trembling, speechless, unable to think of anything but cumming for him.
My body goes rigid, my pleasure about to peak. In one movement, Raelan is on top of me, tossing the comforter aside, his length sliding inside me. Once he’s buried in my warmth, his cock grows bigger—his dragon slipping through. I groan at the stretch of my pussy, and his lips lift into a lazy smile. No matter how many times he fucks me, it still feels like the first time, like that autumn evening on the couch while rain battered the cottage roof.
Raelan lowers himself onto his forearms and begins pressing kisses to my claiming mark, making the skin tingle. I’m still on the edge from his ravishment of my clit, ready to tumble into bliss only he can give me. So it only takes a few thrusts of his hips, with Raelan’s weight grinding against my clit, and I’m grasping the bedsheet, crying out with a moan he muffles with his mouth.
I taste myself on his lips, feel his desire in every thrust as I throb around him, soaking us both. And just when I know he’s nearing his peak, I break our kiss and lock my ankles around his low back, trapping him inside me. He pulls back, a concerned wrinkle in his brow.
“Alina, what are you—”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, flicking my gaze to a purple potion bottle sitting on my bedside table. One of Grandfather’switches made it for me, a tonic to ensure I don’t get pregnant—at least until I decide to. But it’s our little secret. For now, everyone else thinks it’s for stress headaches brought on by my studies at the academy.
“Are you sure?” Raelan whispers. His pupils are slits, gold flecks starting to appear in his eyes. His shoulders are already glimmering with black scales.
With a nod, I capture his mouth once more, then tighten my ankles around his low back, driving him into me.
One of his hands fists in my hair, the other crushing the sheet in a white-knuckled grasp. He pounds himself into me, making the sturdy bed frame groan beneath us. And when his body goes rigid and his breath catches, I tighten my pussy around him.
And for the first time, he spills his pleasure inside me, filling me with heat as I smother his moans with my mouth. His body shakes, his chest heaving with every breath.
Our bond burns, licking my insides with fire. It makes my veins twirl with delight, with a hunger fully and completely satisfied.
I unlock my ankles from around Raelan’s back, then pull him down onto the pillow beside me. Slowly, his pupils return to normal, though the gold flecks remain—those are always the slowest to leave.
The light in the room shifts, illuminating the scars around his throat. With the most delicate touch I can muster, I lean in and press my lips to his skin, to every spot where once he burned.
Beneath my lips, his pulse flutters, and he lets out a contented sigh.
“Raelan?” I whisper.
“Hmm?”
I press myself to him, threading my arms around his chest and nestling my head beneath his chin. Our bond flares with heat again as I whisper, “I’m glad I’m yours. I don’t want to be anyone else’s.”
His arms come around me, holding me so firm I know he’ll never, ever let go. There’s a long moment of silence—so long, in fact, that I wonder if he just fell back asleep. Then, atop my head, his whisper a brush of heat, he says, “Does that mean you’ll marry me?”
I jerk up so fast that the entire mattress bounces. Beneath me, sprawled on the pillow, Raelan smiles.
“Are you serious?” I ask. My heart is pounding now. “Or is this a joke?”
Mother and Grandfather have been teasing Raelan about marriage since the day we returned from the little cottage in the woods. At first, he seemed petrified by the idea, and their jokes are always quick to make him flush. But right now, all I feel through our bond is warmth and joy—no fear to be found.
