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“It’s my knot,” he rasped, voice strained with need. “It’ll seal us together—lock me in as I pump you full of my seed. We’ll pass out like this, tied as one.”
The words sent a jolt through her, and she felt that knot teasing her entrance, thick and unyielding. Every time it brushed her clit, pressing against it with delicious pressure, the sensation was exquisite—sharp and electric, spiraling her higher.
She kept going, drawing her hands faster along his top cock, guiding him as her hips rocked to meet him. Pleasure crested, shattering through her like a wave, and her bones turned to jelly. Her grip faltered, slipping on his slick scales, and she muttered, breathless, “Don’t stop…”
He didn’t.
A purr rumbled from his chest as he listened, thrusting harder, pressing that knot against her entrance while his other cock ground along her folds. The textured hardness dragged over her clit, rough yet perfect, and she spiraled again, her moans pitching higher. “I’ll keep my promise.” A rumble built in his chest, low and possessive. “I’ll mate you ‘til you can’t take any more—keep you coming ‘til you see stars—and then some. Until your heat is no more.”
Her body obeyed him, trembling through wave after wave, each one blurring into the next. Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, he pushed his knot past her entrance. It stretched her wide, a sharp, sweet burn, and he paused, roaring loud enough to shake the walls.
Liquid gold magma erupted from his top cock, spraying across her body—hot, molten, drenching her silver scales—over and over, worth each thrust. Inside, she felt the rush of his cum, thick and searing, filling her to the brim.
She moaned, hands sliding through the golden heat coating her chest, rubbing it over her breasts as it marked her, claimed her. His essence bathed her, inside and out, and with every slow rock of his hips, another jet pulsed—within her, over her—until her vision sparked with stars. The pleasure was relentless, a tidal wave she couldn’t escape, and she didn’t want to.
As the edges of her world darkened, his arms wrapped around her, strong and steady. “My treasure,” he murmured, praise soft against her ear. “So perfect, somine.”
He rolled them to their sides, tucking her close against his chest, his knot still binding them. A black wing draped over her, warm and protective, and she sank into the safety of him, the stars fading to black as she slipped away, held tight in his embrace.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
IGNIS
Warmth and contentment flowed through Ignis as he gazed down at Sora’s sleeping form. Silver scales glinted along her collarbones and shoulders, mingling with the dried golden essence that marked her ashis—a sight that stirred both pride and possessiveness in his chest. His tail curled protectively around the sleeping platform, creating a barrier between his most precious treasure and the world beyond.
She would need all the rest she could get to survive the coming week. The first wave of her heat had passed, but many more would follow before the cycle completed.
He couldn’t quite believe that she loved him—a monster by human standards—that she hadn’t shied away from taking him in his dragoon form. The memory of her beneath him, sapphire eyes wide with trust and desire despite hisdifferentanatomy, threatened to stir his blood anew.
But there was still much she needed to know before she took him in his true draconic form. That would require careful preparation, both physical and mental.
There was a lot of him—and even though she was an omega—he would have to take his time, no matter how much she might demand otherwise.
An alpha could only have so much restraint before lapsing into a blind rut from their omega’s heat.
Ignis extended his awareness through the mountain, seeking the familiar consciousness of his healer.“Asher,”he pathed gently, not wanting to startle him.“My queen rests now, but will need sustenance when she wakes. Can you arrange regular deliveries of food and drink?”
“Of course, my king,”came the prompt reply, laced with professional concern.“Shall I send Zalaya to tend to her needs? Her experience with omega heats would prove valuable.”
“That would be foolish,”Ignis countered, amused by the suggestion.“You’re a delta, Asher. We both know alpha and omega powers don’t affect you. You can tend to my queen if you want—either of you are fully capable.”
A flicker of acknowledgment brushed his mind.“As you wish. Let me know if the same welcome extends to others.”
“How fare Ember and Coal?”Ignis asked, his thoughts turning to his wounded friends.“And what news of our clan’s recovery?”
“The clan heals well—nothing more than slices and arrow wounds. Coal suffered the worst, but stabilizes under Zalaya’s care. Ember won’t leave his side, and I won’t blame her. We both know she’s not needed at the moment with you being accompanied.”Asher’s mental voice carried the steady confidence of a healer accustomed to trauma.“Those rescued from the castle rest in the infirmary. Blaze and Enixa have contacted their original clans to arrange reunions once they’re strong enough to travel.”
Relief washed through Ignis. His Wing Leaders handled clan matters admirably in his absence, proving once again why he’d chosen them for their positions. He would thank them properly once Sora’s heat passed—for now, his place was by her side.
“Have the dining hall send betas with regular deliveries for the next week,”Ignis instructed.“I’ll expect your check-in later.”
“It will be done,”Asher assured him before withdrawing from the connection.
Ignis eased away from Sora, hisstavsnow deflated and tucked safely back into their sheath. Every breath he took was thick with the scent of moonflowers, cinnamon, and dragonfire. He could happily drown in that intoxicating aroma for days, but he needed to prepare for when she woke. The burning ache of her heat would return with greater intensity, and she would need him clear-headed and ready.
He carefully extracted himself from the bed, fighting the immediate urge to climb back in and bury his face against her neck, drinking in her scent through the mark he’d left there. Instead, he stood gazing down at her—his treasure, his mate, his queen—silver scales gleaming beneath drying flakes of his golden essence.
The sight stirred something primal and possessive within him. He’d never heard of such a combination—gold essence on silver scales—yet the beauty of it struck him hard. He’d claimed her in every way that mattered—their souls linked, their minds connected, their dreams intertwined.
