Page 33 of Her Fierce Dragon
He opened the door. The lights flickered on in the three-story tall room. He pulled her behind him and guided them into the room. He had collected the finest jewels, artwork, gold, and silver over the years.
“Feno,” she breathed.
They paused in the center. She released his hand and spun in a slow circle, taking the room in.
Nervous, he tried to see it through her eyes. The rows of shelves were packed full of treasures from his years of planning for his mate. The upper levels housed more of the treasure.
“You’ve collected this just for me?” Her voice ended on a squeak.
He nodded, watching her. She walked toward one of the rows of shelving. He followed her at a short distance. She made her way through, assessing the items. He couldn’t see her face as she walked, occasionally picking up an item before returning it.
The anticipation was killing him and his dragon. They both waited for her response.
She paused at the second row and faced him. He couldn’t read her expression. She stared at him. He moved to her, needing to feel her close to him.
“How long have you been collecting this treasure?”
“About six centuries,” he replied, watching her eyes widen.
She swallowed hard at his words. “How old are you?”
“Seven hundred and two.”
His heart pounded. She stepped toward him and stopped, meeting his gaze. Her small hand rested on his chest. The heat from it seeped through his shirt. He ached to know what she thought of the treasures. He studied her face, and it finally happened.
She smiled.
“Feno, this is breathtaking. I don’t even know what to say. No one has ever done anything like this for me,” she announced.
“I’ve waited for the day I could meet my mate. My dragon will always protect you, provide for you, and love you, as will I,” he admitted. His length stiffened at the feel of her against him. He wouldn’t apologize for reacting to her nearness. She would just have to get used to him being aroused around her all the time.
“Feno,” she whispered, her eyes full of tears.
He leaned down and licked the first tear that fell. This was not a moment for tears. This was a moment for them to celebrate their future together. He may wait for their mating so her grandmother would be there, but he would officially have his woman in their home that he’d prepared for them.
He reached down and picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder.
“Feno!” she screamed, laughing.
He carried her out of the room. It was time for them to officially consummate his oversized bed in their private chambers.
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Willow tried to catch a glimpse of Feno’s castle. He trudged his way through it, but it was pointless since she was upside down, and her hair kept getting in the way. She finally gave up. He shut the door to what she assumed was his bedroom.
He effortlessly carried her across the room and tossed her onto the bed. Her body bounced a few times before she settled. She smiled, but when her eyes met his, she saw his need. Her breath caught in her throat, and he reached for her.
His strong hand wrapped around her ankle and dragged her to him. Her legs opened automatically. She reached the edge of the bed, where he stood firm between them, and he reached up and pulled at her dress, tearing it from her body.
“Feno!” she cried out. She didn’t have many clothes to her name since she had left home.
“I’ll replace it,” he growled, tossing the material over his back. His movements were fast, as if he were desperate to have her.
He slowly removed her sandals. Her core clenched at his fierce gaze; it locked on hers. She reached behind her and quickly undid her bra before she lost that, too. Her underwear met the same fate as her dress, leaving her bare for him. She sat up on the edge of the bed so she could reach for him, but he pushed her back. His hands spread her legs apart, and he lowered his head between them, and immediately, moisture coated her thighs from the anticipation of feeling his tongue on her waiting pussy.
Her body arched from the bed. His tongue took a long swipe of her, tasting her. She moaned. His tongue parted her labia and dove inside her. Her body trembled, and he feasted on her. His tongue didn’t miss one drop of the moisture that seeped from her core. He took it all in. She gripped his hair tightly, her hips pushing forward.
“Feno,” she growled deep in the back of her throat, demanding more from him.
