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My shaft was inserted into her wet folds. She moaned heavily, gripping onto my freshly braided hair. Pulling and tugging, my thrusts were hard and fast. My elbows laid parallel with her body, my hands reaching around her shoulders, pulling her into me with each blow. With each thrust I grunted, like the wild animal I was.

"Oh gods!" Her mouth hung open. My shaft wanted to be in two places at once, but gods, her tight flower had me melting. My heavy undercarriage slapped her wetness. "Just like that, oh!" Changing the angle of my thrust, her core tensed around me, sucking me into her. My seed pushed deep inside her, grunting as it continued to release.

My Dragon wasn't done.

My shaft did not release enough. It was hard again in an instant, my seed spilling from her. "More," she whispered, my fingerprints now marring her white skin. It was true; her body had changed, the beautiful bruises on her hips faded, causing my Dragon to growl lowly in satisfaction.

"I want more of you." Her breath was angelic. She smiled, sitting up, rubbing my chest seductively. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I need more of you." The twinkle of lust caught my eye.

Flipping her over, she yelped, her ass now facing towards me. I wanted a better look at her backside, and now I was going to have it. Her plump back end was white as pearl, and my Dragon took control bringing our hand down harshly with a loud slap. Odessa's head popped up, her head looking over her shoulder. "Did you just?" her voice trailed. Redness flushed my cheeks, but the handprint on her plump rear had my Dragon ready to pound into her.

By gods, what did my Dragon do?

"I liked it." Her whisper was barely audible. Her thick lashes fluttered at me, afraid to meet me in the eye. Growling, I slapped one more time, hearing her moan my name. "Why does it feel good?" Her head rolled back, hair tickling down her back.

By gods, I didn't know either, but it had me ready to spill any second. Pulling her hips towards me, I parted her, my shaft still coated with our bodies' essence. Not giving her a chance to recover, I slipped my cock inside her. Odessa was tighter in this position, and my Dragon worried he wouldn't fit. "Harder," Odessa begged. "I can take you." Her sweet voice had me reeling. We had both come so far. For her to trust me with such a gift.

Pushing farther, she groaned, pushing back so my member was buried deep. "Move, Prince Charming. I can't stand it." Her torso sunk lower to the bed, her rear pushing upwards. Groaning, I pulled out and back into her body, watching my body disappear into hers. Meeting me thrust for thrust, her body spasmed several times, coating me until my own release came. I roared louder than when I marked her. My Dragon's tail extended out of my body, holding onto her leg for dear life, not wanting to let her go. Sweat dripped from my brow, landing in one of the indentations on her upper back.

I had been blind to just see the front of her body. The back was just as nice.

Pulling myself from her, she lay motionless on the bed. Her hand reached for me, pulling me close until my forehead touched hers. "Wow, you really are a beast, huh?" She giggled. "I love you, Creed, the Black Dragon." Her face nuzzled into my neck.

"I feel your excitement," she whispered. Her finger trailed the top of my neck down to my shoulder. "And yes, I'll get to mark you too." She hummed. It was true; I felt her emotions. They were excited, worried, and scared. Still, most of all, the love she radiated into my Dragon was enough to suffocate me.

"Then we can fix everything, right? Go back to the way things were. Back home, in our cave." Her lips parted, falling asleep quickly. Before plunging into darkness with her, I cleaned her body, just as she had done to me. A ritual that I was happy to share with her for eternity to come.

Chapter Forty-Two

Amora

Nicholas'deepblueDragonflew me home. His wings were so powerful, using them sparingly as he slid through the trees. His swift leathered wings were the fastest of our tribe.

Nicholas had become my best companion since Creed was exiled from the tribe. He consoled me when Adam was too busy speaking with the elders of rules and guidelines for Creed's departure. Nicholas was new to the tribe then, only moved in because he couldn’t find his mate, but we obviously hit it off nicely. We were instantly close. He could feel my Dragon's sorrow when my spirit brother was no longer with me.

Creed and Adam were the closest things I had to a family before my blood family passed away in a rogue Vampire spat. Many moons ago, my family was traveling across the pride lands of the Cerulean Moon Kingdom. They had made various trinkets and beauty potions that the jaguars, panthers, and cheetah females like to decorate themselves with. The rogue Vampires came out of nowhere, and my parents and elder siblings told me to fly to escape the crossfire. At the time, it was considered taboo to use your wings. Being the youngest, and the most rebellious, my parents said as long as I didn’t get caught, it was ultimately my choice. The choice was wise for me but disappointing because my family didn’t understand how to use theirs, and I was far too young to help them to safety. I watched from above as my family died until I finally left, not watching them feed off their bodies.

I felt helpless then. My guilt wracked my chest until I stumbled upon Creed and Adam's tribe when I was ten. We became a trio. I lived down the mountain with another Fae family, but only there to sleep. The day was spent with my friends and my close relationships with the tribe.

As we grew older together, the stark differences between the two brothers became apparent when the accident happened. Creed's mother was beside herself as she watched Creed slowly heal over the months. My heart ached for Creed, and Adam's guilt seemed genuine. They never played or sparred together after that, not that I blamed either.

Splitting my time with them was my next step. I didn't want to force them together as much as their mother asked me to help. Adam's guilt, what I thought was guilt at the time, was too strong. Now I wonder if there ever was guilt. Only fear of losing his power.

Once Adam turned eighteen, it was time for him to find his mate. His urge to stay near me grew more assertive. I had a feeling he saw me as his mate. Then two years later, on my birthday, I was unable to honestly know. He had dragged me out of my tent from my adoptive family and took me high into the mountains, where he made a nest just for us.

As much as I wanted the night to be unique, to make love to my mate, it was not as I had imagined. In fact, my mind had blackened most of the night out.

The following day, I felt the bond, the pull towards Adam. I also felt the bruises and my sore body. Adam's profuse apology only had me forgiving him far too quickly. I was young, naïve, and was left in the dark for many years about how a Dragon should make love with their mate the first time. Now that I saw how Creed cared for his mate as he does, my world has been obliterated.

I feared Adam was not my true mate, and my heart shattered at the thought. My weak Dragon only purred in my chest when I thought these thoughts loud enough for her to hear.

"Alpha Amora, Alpha Adam wishes to speak with you," a warrior strode up to Nicholas' Dragon, helping me down.

"Thank you. Nicholas, spend the day around the Golden Light Kingdom, see if you can find your mate." I pet his forehead gently with my hand. A sign of significant friendship. He bowed and slithered away into the woods.

Adam and I's tent was more extensive than most of the tribe. It held beautiful furs, clothing, and jewels. All of it was for me to wear, but my Dragon did not like to accept such extravagant gifts. She was looking for something more, and maybe my heart was too.

"My love." Adam held out his arms, embracing me. My pull towards Adam kept me there while wrapping my arms around him. My Dragon recoiled in my chest, not enjoying the contact.

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