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He moved toward me with the inevitability of a tide, each step raising the temperature in the room by degrees until the air itself seemed to shimmer with heat. The chains holding my wrists pulsed brighter, responding to his proximity, and my body—my treacherous, needy body—arched toward him without conscious thought.
When he stepped between my spread thighs, the heat of him was overwhelming. Not burning, but present in a way that made every nerve ending wake up and pay attention. His hands came to rest on my hips, steadying me, and even that simple touch sent cascades of sensation through my oversensitized skin. Through the bond, I felt his arousal spike to match mine, his control finally beginning to crack after three rounds of denying me.
"You've been so good," he murmured, one hand moving to stroke along my inner thigh, reawakening every nerve he'd already tormented. "Took your discipline beautifully, learned your lessons well. Now you get what you've been begging for."
He positioned himself carefully, and I felt the first touch of his cock against my entrance—impossibly hot, the scaled texture unlike anything I'd ever imagined, those tiny flames licking at my most sensitive flesh without burning. Just that contact made me gasp, my hips bucking forward desperately, trying to take him inside.
"Patience," he commanded one more time, but his voice had gone rough, his own control fraying. Through the bond, I felt how much he wanted this—millennia of waiting focused into this single moment. His cock pressed forward slightly, just the head beginning to breach me, and the sensation was indescribable.
The scaling created a texture that dragged against my inner walls in ways that made my vision blur. The heat of him, the actual dragon fire that seemed to be part of his very essence, sent waves of pleasure through me before he was even properlyinside. And the size—gods, the size was going to split me apart in the most delicious way possible.
"Please," I begged again, pulling against the chains, trying to force him deeper. "Please, Daddy, I need you inside me, need to come, need—"
He pressed forward another inch, and I screamed at the sensation. My body stretched to accommodate him, the transformation having made me capable of taking what no human woman could. The golden lines on my skin blazed brighter than ever, and I could feel an answering pulse from his marks, our bond singing its completion.
I reached for him desperately with my restrained hands, the chains allowing just enough give that my fingers could almost brush his chest. The need to touch him, to pull him closer, to finally have him fully inside me was overwhelming. He leaned forward, letting me make contact, and the touch of skin to skin sent lightning through us both.
The head of his cock pressed deeper, that impossible heat filling me, those scales creating friction that threatened to send me over the edge from penetration alone. One more push and he'd be properly inside, one more moment and—
The knock that echoed through the chamber was sharp, insistent, and absolutely the last thing either of us wanted to hear.
We both froze, him buried maybe two inches inside me, my body clenching desperately around what little of him I had. For a moment, I thought he might ignore it, might continue anyway. Through the bond, I felt his fury at the interruption, his desperate want to finish what we'd started.
The knock came again, harder this time.
"My Lord." Scarlet's voice carried through the heavy door, tight with an urgency I'd never heard from her before. "I apologize for the interruption, but this cannot wait."
Davoren's entire body had gone rigid, but not with pleasure. The lover's heat in his eyes shifted to something colder, more dangerous. The Dragon Lord emerging from the man who'd been about to claim me.
"Speak," he commanded, his voice carrying harmonics that made the walls vibrate.
"A delegation from Varek Solmar has breached the five-mile perimeter and is approaching the lower gates." Scarlet's words came fast, clipped with tension. "They demand an immediate audience regarding the destroyed caravan and the broken contract. They're . . . aggressive in their demands, my Lord. They claim rights to stolen property."
Stolen property.
Me.
The fury that erupted through the bond made me gasp. Davoren's eyes went from ember-warm to molten gold, and for a moment I saw the dragon beneath the human skin, barely contained. The temperature in the room spiked dramatically, and I smelled sulfur and ozone, the scent of barely controlled rage.
"How many?" His voice had dropped to that register that bypassed ears entirely.
"Twelve guards, Lord Solmar himself, and his legal advocate. They're armed, though they claim peaceful intent."
He pulled away from me with a sound that was pure dragon—frustration and fury combined into something that made my bones ache. The loss of contact was devastating, my body clenching around nothing, still desperate for the completion we'd been denied. The chains released at his gesture, and I collapsed forward, only his arms catching me keeping me from hitting the floor.
"We will finish this," he promised, his voice rough with strain. The golden fire in his eyes had nothing to do with anger now,everything to do with the interrupted pleasure between us. "When I'm done dealing with Solmar, you'll spend the rest of the night screaming my name."
He was already moving, pulling on his clothes with sharp, economical movements. The transformation from lover to Lord happened in seconds—his expression hardening, his posture shifting to something more dangerous. By the time he was dressed, no trace remained of the man who'd been about to claim me except the pronounced bulge still visible in his pants and the fury radiating through our bond.
"Come," he commanded, though it was gentler than his tone with Scarlet. "Take your place at my side. Show them what you have become.”
Chapter 6
Mylegswouldn'tstoptrembling. Every breath sent aftershocks through oversensitized nerves, my body still clenching around phantom sensations of what should have been. The golden lines across my skin pulsed with frustrated need, bright enough to cast shadows on the chamber walls. I pressed my palms against my thighs, trying to still the shaking, but even that light touch sent inappropriate sparks straight to my core where I ached with emptiness.
Davoren moved through the chamber like a storm contained in human form. Gone was the lover who'd brought me to the edge three times only to deny me. In his place stood the Dragon Lord, every movement sharp with barely leashed fury. The temperature around him fluctuated wildly—one moment arctic cold, the next desert heat—as if his control fought a losing battle with his rage.
He stalked to the wardrobe where my dress waited, that midnight blue silk I'd admired earlier. When he lifted it from its hook, his hands were steady despite the fury I felt thrumming through our bond. Not fury at me—fury at the interruption, atSolmar's audacity, at Ancient Laws that would force him to show restraint when he wanted to incinerate.
