Page 59 of Dragons' Mate
Yes. I like that roar. My dragon likes that roar too.
As I suck him, Quinton's power pours through our bond. I feel his heart as it beats, his soul as it burns and the magic that he is.
I feel it all and I know he feels me. I think the whole pack does.
The new surge of power is like a spur, and I ride Hauck and Tavias with an intensity that would have left me shaking before. But I'm not shaking now. I'm glowing. I'm radiating with magic that is purer, richer and far more vibrant than before.
I can see it in the way the other males' scales shimmer and even in the way Quinton's eyes glow like silver flames.
I'm not the only one glowing.
"She is ready," Cyril says, his hand cupping my chin and tilting my head up to look into his eyes. They are filled with power, his pupils stretched to slits.
Hauck’s brows draw down. His eyes are awash with the raging magic that is in me now.
The males are driving me to the point of madness. Their voices, their hands, their cocks, and my mouth, and their mouths, and their magic, and my magic. I need it all. Want it all.
Quinton leans down and brushes his lips along the sensitive scales along my temples. The gentleness is so at odds with everything that it sends me over the edge.
My climax feels like a blinding explosion of lights and power that is more than just a release. It's a claim. Iridescent power surrounds us, then explodes with a force that shatters the shelter into splinters of wood and vines. Hauck and Tavias come inside me, with magic as much as essence. Quinton's flavor explodes on my tongue, and moves into my body like the caress of a wave, Cyril's release doing the same along my skin.
I've never felt this way.
Powerful. Complete. Primal.
But now that I've had it, it'll never be enough.
I need this every day.
I need it all the time.
Now.
I need more.
And so we do it again and again, oblivious of the snow and hale and the raging storm.
CHAPTER29
Kit
The final climax rakes over my body then subsides, the wave of exhaustion washing over me for the dozenth time. But it’s different this time. I feel the fevered vice of the mating frenzy releasing its grip, and the reality—the memories—finding their way back into my consciousness. Between the bouts of soul consuming rutting, I managed to fill the males in on what I’ve learned about the Order of Orion and the memories my mother had sealed inside me. But I’d not had to face those words, not with the frenzy’s pull pounding my instincts.
But now that escape is slipping away, and I’m terrified.
I struggle to catch my breath, the cold air stinging my lungs. The storm continues its relentless assault, and there is little left of the shelter to provide much protection from the elements now. A wall and a half. A part of the flooring. A lot of scattered branches.
“Hello there, nymph.” Cyril runs a knuckle along my cheek and I feel the touch both in my skin and through the still raw mating bond connecting us. His blue eyes watch me intensely, concern spilling from beneath thick lashes. He too knows the reprieve of the frenzy is over.
My body aches, and I'm distantly aware of the bruises, scrapes, and bite marks that notch my skin. I chew my lip. Only I have elongated sharp canines now and instead of soothing myself I draw blood and yip.
Hauck coughs violently. Trying to cover up a laugh.
Cyril, the one closest to me right now, pulls me against him and covers me with a warm cloak. His breath is ragged and his body as slick with sweat as mine.
“We need to get out of the elements,” Tavias says but I can tell he is being diplomatic. He wants to get me out of the elements. All four of them are watching my every breath and blink, as they had since the mating bond took hold. Quinton is already pulling on his clothes and weapons to take up guard and Tavias is getting a fire going. “You could help with the shelter you know,” he tells Hauck. “Dealing with trees is your lane.”
Hauck, who is laying flat on his back trying to catch falling hail in his mouth, makes a sound with the back of his throat. “I could… But I am quite content to be right where I am.”
