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Through the bond, Sereis's control cracked audibly—I heard the chair arm splinter.
I circled slowly, learning this new sensitivity, this body the bond was reshaping. Every touch sent waves of pleasure that the connection amplified, reflecting between us like light between mirrors. I could feel his arousal now, hard and aching, untouched in his meditation robes but responding to every stroke of my fingers as if they were on him instead of me.
"Mira." His voice came through the bond, not spoken but felt, resonating in my bones. "Little one, you're killing me."
The desperation in it, the need, the barely controlled want made me circle faster. I was doing this to him—me, who had been worthless except for grain debt, was unraveling an ancient Dragon Master with nothing but my own pleasure. The power of it was intoxicating.
I slipped one finger inside myself, gasping at how easily it slid in, how ready my body was. Through the bond, I felt Sereis stand abruptly, pacing his tower room like a caged predator. His arousal was painful now, demanding attention he refused to give it, maintaining control by the thinnest margin.
A second finger joined the first, and I found a rhythm that made my hips rise to meet my hand. But it was my other hand, still circling my clit, that pushed me toward the edge. The dual sensation, amplified by the bond's echo, built pressure that felt like drowning in honey, slow and sweet and inevitable.
I pictured his naked form from earlier—lean muscle, pale skin marked with frost patterns that matched mine, the substantialweight of his cock. Imagined what that weight would feel like inside me, how those elegant fingers would feel instead of my own. The fantasy combined with reality through the bond, his desperate want mixing with my exploration until I couldn't separate them.
"Please," came through the bond, and I didn't know if it was him begging or me.
My fingers moved faster, chasing the pressure that built like winter storms—slow at first, then all at once. The frost patterns on my skin began to glow brighter with each stroke, each circle, until the room filled with silver-white light that pulsed in time with my racing heart.
"I'm—" I tried to warn him through the bond, but words were beyond me. Only sensation remained, building and building until—
The orgasm crashed through me like an avalanche, white-out pleasure that left no room for thought. My back arched completely off the bed, my cry echoing off the impossible walls, my entire body convulsing with waves that seemed to go on forever. The frost patterns blazed like stars going nova, and through it all, I felt him.
Three floors up, Sereis came untouched, brought to release by nothing but our bond and my pleasure. I felt it as clearly as my own—the way his control finally, completely shattered, the way his body surrendered to what I'd done to him, the way my name tore from his throat in a sound that was part prayer, part possession.
The connection between us sang with completion, satisfaction that went beyond physical release. This was the bond celebrating, recognizing us, claiming us both in ways that tomorrow's pact would only formalize.
I collapsed back into the starlight bed, aftershocks still rolling through me, through him, through us. My fingers were wet withmy own arousal, my thighs trembled with exhaustion, and the nightgown was definitely ruined with how wet I'd gotten. But I'd never felt more powerful, more desired, more myself.
Through the bond, I felt Sereis slump against his tower window, breathing ragged, control in ruins. But underneath the physical satisfaction was something deeper—wonder. This ancient being, this Dragon Master who'd lived for millennia, was in awe of what we'd just shared.
I had never felt anything like it.
Chapter 4
Thecolddraggedmefrom sleep like skeletal fingers closing around my throat, wrenching me out of dreams that tasted of starlight and winter honey. My eyes snapped open to find the aurora canopy above me flickering weakly, its colors bleeding out like watercolors left in rain. The euphoria from last night—that intoxicating sense of belonging, of being claimed—had evaporated completely, leaving me gasping in air that felt thick as frozen syrup.
My body convulsed with shivers so violent they rattled the starlight bed's crystalline frame. The moonlight nightgown that had seemed so ethereal hours ago now clung to my skin like wet tissue paper, offering about as much protection. Each breath came shallow and sharp, my lungs refusing to expand properly in the magical cold that pressed down on me from all sides.
"You're awake." Sereis's voice came from the window, controlled and precise as always, but underneath I heard something that made my stomach clench—worry.
He stood with his back to me, dressed in high-collared white robes that made him look like some ancient priest of winter. Thefabric fell in perfect lines from his shoulders to the floor, not a single wrinkle marring its surface. His dark contrasted with the white of his robes, and his shoulders held a tension that hadn't been there before.
The bond between us hummed, but not with the liquid desire I'd felt yesterday. This was different—anxious and sharp, like frozen wire pulled taut. Through it, I felt his rage, cold and absolute, though his posture remained perfectly controlled.
He crossed the room in three swift strides, and before I could speak, he was pulling the cloud-silk blankets tighter around me, layering them with an efficiency that spoke of calculation rather than comfort. His hands moved quickly, clinically, tucking the fabric around my trembling form. But the expensive silk might as well have been cobwebs for all the warmth it provided. This cold came from inside, from my bones outward, from some fundamental rejection happening at a cellular level.
"What's happening to me?" The words came out through chattering teeth, my jaw clenched so hard it ached.
"The realm is beginning to reject your biology, little one." He sat on the bed's edge, close enough that I could feel the cold radiating from him—but his cold was different, controlled, part of him rather than attacking him. "Your human form cannot survive long in this concentration of pure winter magic. The Frost Veil exists partially outside normal reality. What felt like paradise last night is revealing its true nature."
He stood abruptly, gesturing to the eastern wall of the bedroom. "And we have another complication."
I followed his gaze and felt my breath catch—what little breath I could manage. The entire wall had transformed into a sheet of living ice, so clear I could see through to the corridor beyond, but shot through with veins of electricity that crackled and sparked with violent life. The lightning wasn't random. It formed words, etched in jagged script that hurt to read:
Return my property, undamaged, or the Northern Range will face the Tempest's Wrath.
The temperature in the room plummeted even further, if that was possible. Sereis's carefully maintained control cracked, just for a moment, and I saw something ancient and terrible flash in his eyes. Not the man who'd made me come undone with snowflake kisses, but the dragon who'd ruled ice and shadow for millennia.
He moved to the wall with that uncanny grace, pressing his palm flat against the crystallized surface. Black frost erupted from his fingers instantly, spreading like spilled ink across the ice. Where it touched Caelus's lightning, the electricity died with sharp pops and the acrid smell of ozone. Within seconds, the entire message was consumed, the wall returning to its normal stone, though frost patterns remained etched into its surface like scars.
