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“Shh, I will care for you,” Killian coaxed, pressing a soft kiss to Dravyn’s overheated skin as he pulled his arm away. Killian landed on his back next to Dravyn and smiled. “Straddle me.”
Eager to oblige, Dravyn shuffled over and waited for Killian to wiggle further into the center of the mussed sheets.Then Killian grabbed his own cock, and Dravyn reached behind him to help guide that vine-covered prick to his hole. Although everything in him—including his dragon—was screaming at him to hurry, Dravyn slowly lowered himself.
His eyes squeezed shut once the head of Dravyn’s rod popped through the first barrier inside him. Dravyn’s hands landed on Killian’s chest, and he dug his nails in as he registered the distinct difference of being made love to by a man decorated so elegantly in greenery.
“How does it feel?” Killian whispered, caressing Dravyn’s flanks.
“I cannot…” Dravyn licked his lips and tried to form more words, but it was nearly impossible. “Oh, Killian. Never have I felt…wemustdo this again.”
With a persistent beast demanding he speed up, Dravyn shook his head slightly. He wanted to savor the experience. To fully enjoy these exquisite moments with Killian. But it could not last forever, and Dravyn was nearly driven mad with lust by the time he had Killian fully buried in him.
His heart begged him to linger, but tenderness lost that battle. With Killian squeezing his thighs, Dravyn jerked his hips and used the muscles of his thighs to ride his druid. Killian was murmuring something, but Dravyn was too lost in his desire to understand the words.
Beneath him, Killian tilted his head back, baring his throat. It was a temptation Dravyn’s dragon could not resist. Dravyn surged forward, and his fangs bit into the tender skin of Killian’s neck.
A mighty roar filled his head as their souls fully intertwined, completing the journey Fate intended for them. The pleasure that ripped through Dravyn was unmatched, and Killian called out his name as his hot seed filled Dravyn’schannel. They had found completion together, and it was miraculous.
Suddenly scared that he’d frightened or injured Killian, Dravyn carefully pulled his teeth free and licked the already-healed wound.
“Did I hurt you?” Dravyn whispered, dropping tiny kisses across Killian’s jaw.
“No,” Killian replied, soothing Dravyn with tender sweeps of his hands on Dravyn’s damp skin. “I consent to be bitten by your dragon whenever the mood suits you both.”
“I consent to you and your vines loving me for eternity.”
“The thought of living forever did not appeal to me until you captured my heart,” Killian said against his mouth. “Thank you for being my mate.”
“Tonight was a delightful surprise, and you have my thanks.”
“You have my soul, Dray. Care for me tenderly as you’ve done these months. This I beg of you. I vow to do the same for you.”
Pushed to happy tears again, Dravyn smiled and kissed Killian. “I can make no more honorable vow than to be yours.”
Both man and dragon were content to be held close by the druid who’d convinced him that true magick was built between two people who’d learned to love. It was a night he would remember always.
Chapter 34
Killian twisted the ring Dravyn had thrust at him that morning around his finger and marveled at Madeline’s craftsmanship. Gold vines with deep emerald accents flowed in a perfect circle, and Killian was proud to wear a symbol of draconic tradition. His matebond was astonishingly wonderful, and so was being part of the D’Vaires.
Somehow, the entire family had unanimously agreed to allow Duke Macardle to join them. Perhaps it was the written answers Mac had insisted Killian carry back to them, or maybe Brogan had given in so he wouldn’t hurt his family, but even the cautious navy dragon had consented.
Instead of joining The Council to break his fast, Killian had spent it with the D’Vaires and sent word to Mac that he had a new home. Later that day, Killian hoped to arrange to teleport the man to Aleksander’s land. But Killian had a host of things to attend to prior to that, and he needed to focus or risk some detail escaping him. His daily meeting with The Council had concluded hours ago, but Killian was returning to Castle Leolinnia. It was too late for luncheon, but he’d munched on various morsels while visiting the restored village of Renata, so his belly was full.
Killian made it to the Great Hall without encountering another soul. The fireplaces were roaring but heating no one. Ready to head off to the kitchen or the solar to locate any of the Leolinnias, Killian paused as several people popped into view.
One look at Kaedan’s face told Killian where they’d been and why.
“Which village? Any survivors?” Killian asked.
Kaedan shook his head and tugged Killian into his embrace.
Terrified of what had Kaedan shaking, Killian’s gaze found a grim-faced Chander. “What happened?”
Egann showed up in the Great Hall before Chander uttered a word, and the Magus Superus was visibly furious.
“Kaedan,” Egann gritted out. “Get every leader herenow.”
Instead of putting the overstepping mage in his place for treating him like a lackey, Kaedan stepped away from Killian and disappeared.
