Page 60 of The Exiled Dragon

“I love you. I love you,” I repeated over and over. “How can this be? This is so wonderful!”

“It will only last for a while, my little fawn. I’ll never get to speak after this night again.” He rubbed his forehead with mine solemnly.

“I don’t care. You said you loved me, and I will repeat it in my mind for a thousand lifetimes.” His gentle words continued kissing my ears, telling me everything I wanted to know. I didn’t have to ask. His words flowed smoothly from his lips as he was just inches from mine.

“From the first day I found you, I called you my little fawn.” I stared up at him, still clutching to his chest. “I wanted to keep you, take you with me, because I could not bear the thought of you being alone in the dark. My nights and days were long because of my loneliness, but you turned that around as soon as you looked at me with those amethyst eyes. Those beautiful, amethyst eyes.”

Creed laid me down on the mattress, his nose tracing around my neck. “From that day forward, I wanted you. I wanted you to be my companion because I felt a foreign feeling I couldn’t explain that drew me to you. You made me curious, and my Dragon had already wanted to keep you by our side.” Creed’s nose traced my jaw, his fingers pulling away the ties and knots keeping my braids in.

“I did my best to keep you safe, healthy, and fed. I fall short of other Dragons, Odessa, but I will do anything to keep you as mine. You will get the most beautiful things, furs, dresses and the finest foods from me. I’ll find the biggest jewels and gold that would rival any Dragon’s hoard. Just give me the time, and I will plant treasures at your feet.” Creed crept down to my feet, kissing each one.

I stopped him, sitting on my knees, pulling him up on his. His chest was brawny, larger than any man, slightly brushed with his dark hair. He was no man but a Dragon that loved me for who I was.

My finger trailed a tiny tear leaving his left eye. “Oh, Creed, all I need is you. I don’t care about anything else. Not gold or jewels. I just want your love and your promise never to leave me because you don’t think you are good enough because you are. You are too good for this world. I just worry that you will find your true mate out there one day, and I want you to be happy, Creed. I would let you leave because I love you that much.” Creed sighed a heavy breath, causing my heart to squeeze. It was true; what if whatever spell he was under only revealed he had someone made for him all along?

My heart instantly strangled itself.

Creed’s eyes rose, his lip curling. “I’m afraid I can never leave you because you, Odessa, are my true mate.”

My breathing stopped, my hands gripping his tight biceps. “What?” I said breathlessly.

“It is true, my little fawn. The black magic has been stripped from me, blocking our mating bond. You are my true mate, not that blood-sucking Vampire. I am yours, as you are mine.” Creed’s nose went right to the crook of my neck, sucking on his favorite place. The purple and blue hickies on my neck will be a permanent tattoo on my shoulder if he kept this up.

And I’m alright with that.

“Are you sure? How do you know?” My heavy breathing halted, his hands tangling in my now loosened hair.

“Your smell, it smells like a bright summer day of a citrus fruit orchard. It reminds me of happiness, the sun on my scales, and a bright future. The closer you are, the stronger it becomes. My Dragon can feel you from miles away. I can feel your feelings, worry, love, desire.” My face heated brightly.

“Most of all, I can smell your want. The arousal that begs me to put your taste upon my tongue, your teats pleading to be sucked, and, most of all, my shaft to be buried into your beautiful flower. My Dragon demands that I take you and make you ours.”

For a Dragon who had so few words before, he certainly is poetic.

I swallowed the spit in my mouth. Creed’s hand continued to pull me closer to his body, feeling the outline of his... ahem, thingy. “Does that mean you will make love to me right now?” I whispered. Creed’s desire pushed into my core. I moaned, pulling on his black hair. His right hand trailed from the side of my body to my waist and down my exposed thigh.

“Yes, and so much more. My little fawn, will you accept me as your mate?”

“A thousand times, yes.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Under the Moon

BothOdessaandCreedcontinued to stay kneeling on the bed, Creed holding her gently, pushing his member close to her. Odessa could feel the outline against his barely-there cloth. Her breath tethered, feeling how large he was, as much as she wanted to believe how good it would feel for him to be inside her. The small light of fear glimmered in the back of her mind.

Creed, the ever gentle creature he was, laid Odessa gently on her back, his hand trailing back up her thigh, then tickling her cheek with his rough fingers. He planted kisses to her cheek until he snuck his tongue straight into her mouth. Odessa moaned at the feeling of his weighted body on hers. It made her feel safe, protected and that no harm could ever come to her despite the many dangers they both now faced.

“I want to savor you,” Creed spoke eloquently in her ear. “I want to taste every part of your body until you are begging for me to take you.” Odessa squirmed beneath his powerful body. She was already feeling the neediness between her thighs as he continued to kiss down her neck and to the bruised sweet spot on her shoulder. “And my Dragon,” Creed breathed heavily, causing a ripple of heat to graze across her breasts, “wants to bite you here.”

“Bite?” Odessa questioned, not afraid. “Will it hurt?” she sighed as he trailed his mouth to her hardening nipples.

“I don’t know. I’m following my instinct.” Odessa grabbed the back of Creed’s head, pulling his head into her chest. The slow caresses of his tongue, the gentle bites and sucks on her nipples had her rubbing her thighs together until Creed put his knee between them. She grunted in frustration.

“I just want to smell you, smell your want for me.” His tender voice echoed through her mind. Goosebumps ran down her arms as he lifted the nightgown gently off her body. Again, he caressed her breasts as his head dipped lower to the flower he loved so much. She was mostly bare, just a beautiful trim, so he could see every flowing petal near the nectar he was after. He loved her to be natural, but he wanted to see it all for the first time. As he drew closer, burying his face in her, it wept for him.

Odessa gripped the furs, her breath ragged, waiting for his thick, rough tongue to lick the one part of her body she so desperately wanted. “Creed,” she sobbed his name, enticing the beast within him. He growled deeply, shaking the entire nest.

Little did Odessa know how much Creed’s Dragon wanted to ravish her body, take her hard and fast. He had been deprived for too long of her soul and now that he was certain that she was made for him; he wanted to claim her, so no one dared try to steal her away.

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