Page 82 of The Exiled Dragon

Melina screamed in the background. “I called it! Did you see that? I called that! I did it all on my own, aren’t you so proud!?” Osirus was chuckling but my body stood frozen looking at the friend that had taken care of me since the day Creed left the tribe.

“Mate,” he said again, pulling away from the soldier, and his forehead met mine. My Dragon purred, scratching inside my chest to feel the warmth of his Dragon. He was lulling me into a calm state, the shock now falling away from my body.

“The black magic, laced with Dragon’s blood, was a bond blocking spell,” Gemma gasped.

“This is the second time that asshole has done it!” Gracie squealed.

“What?” my head popped around Nicholas’ shoulder, only for him to pull me back, rubbing his nose along mine and smelling my neck.

“He did it to Creed,” Genesis, the quiet one, spoke. “Once it was broken, he ran to Odessa and marked her that night. We had an idea there was a bond, but once the magic was removed, it only confirmed our suspicions.”

Nicholas has been my true, fated mate for all these years, right under my nose. He’s watched me go into Adam’s tent. How many times? He could have heard us do all sorts of things. Telling each other that we loved each other and….

My face paled in embarrassment, trying to step away, but Nicholas only pulled me back to his chest. “No, I whispered, covering my face. His enormous hands rubbed my back, my face planted in his chest. Soldiers, Witches, Osirus, and Melina faded away as Nicholas held me in his arms.

How could he love someone so used? I’d been used so many times, and how could he love me after all the things done to my body? I was marked, for god’s sake! Right there, I cried. He wouldn’t let me go. Nicholas would never let me go when I cried in my tent alone after every miscarriage.

He stayed by my side. He even helped clean the tent so Adam would have been none the wiser while he was gone. My knees felt weak, the emotion wracking my body because my body still felt connected to Adam, and here was my fated mate helping me stand.

“I don’t care, Amora.” His voice tickled the shell of my ear. “I don’t care that you were mated to someone else. I don’t care if you thought he was your mate. Adam is a sick Dragon. He took your innocence from you, tricked you. You have no one to blame but him.”

“I’m so dirty.” I rubbed my arms. “I’ll never be able to wash away his filth.”

“Then let me cleanse you.” Nicholas’ words had my Dragon purring. “Your Dragon recognizes me. Let me help your body find mine.” Nicholas’ thumb trailed my jaw while the rest of his hand pulled my neck. My Dragon’s eyes shone yellow, showing her willingness to be marked, this time, by our true mate and not of a lie.

“Will you have me, Amora? Will you have me as your mate?” Tears rained down, my eyes reddening. “I will treat you better. I will mend your broken heart. I will take care of you in your emotional pain and your physical. I give my life to you, Amora. It will be a hard road for you to find your self-worth again, but I will be there guiding you along the way because you are perfect to me. You are my perfection, my soul’s desire.”

My throat bobbed. I couldn’t speak but only nodded. Nicholas, even with the bond and magic blocking us from being together, I felt his emotion. “Let me make you feel whole again.”

Nicholas’ dipped his head, warm lips massaging mine. Fire erupted across my lips and down to my lower belly. The sensation was powerful, my legs instantly wrapping around Nicholas as he carried me to a soft bed of moss. Laying me down, his tongue slipped into my mouth, hand massaging my cheek.

His chest muscles hovered over my body, my fingers entangled in the mass of his black hair. Groaning, he tightened his hold around my waist. “If you want, I can stop.” I shook my head. For once, it felt right. No second thoughts, no heaviness in my heart as he pulled down his leathers.

Pulling my dress above my head, Nicholas groaned and ripped it too quickly, causing a sweet giggle to leave my mouth. “That’s what I want to hear, your laughter. It’s always made my Dragon excited.” I smiled faintly.

“It will happen more often with you.” My finger pushed a hair tendril behind his ear. His lips found me again until he traced them down to my chest. He kissed each part of my body gently, savoring each moment.

“You are so beautiful, Amora,” he whispered. “And you are mine. No one will ever take me from you.” Chest shaking, his eyes bore into my soul. “Mine, Amora. We are for each other.” My pussy dampened considerably. His nose flaring, he grunted, pushing his cock closer to my entrance, tickling it with his head.

Nicholas tries to dip his head lower. He growled when I pulled up to meet him. “I need you to mark me,” I whispered. “I want to enjoy you and not have the bond ruin me,” I pleaded. As much as I wanted him to take his time, to explore each other, I needed the bond gone. Adam could come to find me at any moment, and my body would betray me, not letting me enjoy the fire touches Nicholas could feel.

Nicholas, understanding, kissed my neck. His fingers prodded my opening, sticking his thick finger inside. “Fuck, Amora,” he groaned to himself. “So damn wet for me already?” I giggled while he licked his fingers. How many times did I imagine Nicholas over my body instead of Adam? Maybe too much.

“I want you to get pleasure from this,” he whispered. “I feel like I have not done my job yet.” I smiled faintly.

“I’ve seen your cock before. I think you will get me off just fine with that. Now hurry and make love to me.” Nicholas smirked, his hand grabbing my breast.

“Mine,” he groaned, slipping inside. He was considerably bigger than what I was used to. He stretched me wide as I moaned his name. It felt so good to have his name on my tongue and soon other things. Nicholas stopped, panting. “Are you alright?” His nose dipped to my shoulder, kissing the spot where he would mark me.

“You are very large.” I nipped his neck.

“Good, glad I can please my mate.” A tear sat at the corner of my eyes. His hips pulled back, pushing forward again. Head falling back, I felt the thick girth of his cock impale me, my fingers scratching his back. He chanted my name over and over, his arms wrapping around my back and pulling my shoulders down on his cock.

“Gods,” I cried out.

“My mate, my love, my Amora.” His lips tickled my cheeks, finally landing on my lips. His thrusts became sporadic, and my back arched, causing his cock to push deeper inside me. My Dragon’s fangs lengthened, feeling the itch to mark him. She had never done this on her own, and I was thankful she knew this was the right thing to do.

We both climaxed, finally biting into each other’s neck. His cum coated the walls of my cavern, my Dragon sighing contentedly.

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