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With a nod to signal he understood, Dravyn was forced to let go of Killian. Chander moved almost in a blur as he cut Dravyn. A moment later, Chander returned the athame to Kaedan, who sliced Killian’s hand. Chander’s speed did not make his wound hurt less, but Dravyn would not complain about it. Nothing could compare to this night.
“Our blood has spilled, and our spirits have bonded,” Killian stated. “We ask Fate to grant us a mark from left shoulder to elbow so the world may bear witness we belong only to each other.”
To Dravyn’s fascination and his beast’s roaring approval, a perfect replica of his dragon appeared on Killian’s arm. It was bisected by the gold band Fate had given Killian, but that added to the beauty. So overcome by what he was seeing, Dravyn barely noticed the biting pain on his own skin. In a cloak and tunic, Dravyn could not know what Fate had granted him.
Killian reached out and grabbed Dravyn’s biceps to plant a deep kiss on his willing mouth. When Killian pulled away, Dravyn grinned.
“Your vines,” Dravyn exclaimed as the thin branches he loved appeared suddenly.
“You are giving them to me,” Killian replied, his smile bright. “Or perhaps Fate did with the mark she gave you.”
The crowd cheered as Dravyn burrowed himself into Killian’s arms. “My dragon and I want to complete our matebond.”
“I am most curious about what a dragon bite feels like,” Killian whispered.
It was unexpected to find his matebond nearing completion, but Dravyn was grateful for the invitation to share their love with Killian’s people. Although dragons were not known for ceremony with their other halves, they had a tradition of wearing rings. Dravyn would speak with Madeline in the morning about crafting something.
But it was of no consequence now. What mattered was the love blooming between him and Killian.
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As soon as Dravyn was in Killian’s tree, he yanked off his cloak and tunic. On his arm was a gorgeous twist of vines and flowers that resembled what Dravyn had so often admired on Killian as the druid used his sorcery at dances. The same gathering Dravyn would now forever associate with his matebond and his eternal gift from Fate.
“I didn’t know what to expect,” Killian said, his fingertips brushing across the mating mark. In moments, Killian was covered again in gorgeous greenery. Dravyn laid a palm over Killian’s bare chest, and they both trembled.
“What do you mean?”
“Have you not noticed? Each couple has unique marks, and I knew not what a dragon and his other half would wind up with.”
“Does it go away if you stop touching it?” Dravyn asked.
Killian shook his head with a smile. “No. I can control it, thanks to you.”
“Will you stay this way while you love me tonight?”
Magick whipped away the only article of clothing Killian wore, and desire punched Dravyn in the gut. The vines trailed through the nest of curls above Killian’s prick and along the shaft itself. Dravyn breathed out slowly as he wondered if he’d feel those ridges inside him.
“I need to fuck you, Dragon Boy.”
Flustered with his driving need to be naked, Dravyn tugged ineffectually at the tie of his hose, but Killian used sorcery to finish the task. If any wind was flowing through the leaves of the tree, Dravyn did not feel it. There was so much heat growing in him, it was a wonder he did not burst into flames.
His dragon was impatient, and Dravyn’s gums tingled as his cock rose to curl up toward his belly. They had barely touched, but Dravyn’s beast was ready to stake his claim.
“Please get inside me,” Dravyn rasped around his fangs.
“I will not hurt you. Get on the mattress so we can do things properly.”
Eager to oblige, Dravyn threw himself onto the bedding on his hands and knees. A sigh of relief escaped him when Killian buried two fingers in his arse. There was no toying with that sweet bundle of nerves inside him. Killian was pure business as he plunged those digits in and out.
Dravyn’s back arched, and he moaned loudly in the quiet tree where he’d experienced passion countless times. Although each of those encounters had pushed him beyond what he’d believed desire to be, this night was different. His skin was damp, his balls heavy with need, and he clutched the covers in his fists as he rocked in some vain effort to speed Killian up.
“I wish I could find the right words to describe how much I love you spread out before me like a feast,” Killian said. “Your tight pink hole beckons to me even if you are not near. Lust burns in my veins for you, and my tongue often tingles for a taste of your cock.”
Killian’s words were doing nothing to temper the firestorm brewing within Dravyn. He whimpered. Killian caressed the curve of his arse, and it was like a fiery brand. To Dravyn’s relief, Killian patiently worked three fingers into him, and his magick provided oil that Dravyn swore was tingling.
Grunting and riding the waves of desire that tensed his muscles, Dravyn focused on his dragon’s need to bite Killian instead of how badly he yearned to climax.
“I am ready. I am ready. I am ready,” Dravyn chanted.
