Page 68 of Bonded By Moons

“I want to taste you come on my face, little dragon, before you come on this cock.”

Before I can object, he pushes a finger into my pussy and starts to curl his fingers. He uses his tongue to lick a line straight through my center and I let out a loud moan.

He licks and sucks on me while adding another finger to my wet, slick sex. Within seconds I’m unraveling for him, completely lost in the ecstasy of my climax as he wraps his arms around me and places my weak legs around his waist once again. He brings us back into the water.

I’m completely undone by his mouth but the second his cock touches the folds of my pussy, I’m seeking friction all over again. Rocking my hips back and forth, he lets out another frustrated breath.

“You’re very hard to resist, you know that?” He groans into my neck.

“Then stop resisting.” I say as I expose more of my neck for him. Without hesitation, his fangs pierce my neck and he slams into me at the same time. The rush of sensations I feel from being claimed by my mate in such a way makes my insides feel aflame.

“I’m yours,” I whisper into the night and he moans against my neck. He sucks, licks, and bites at the skin.

He rolls his hips in a slow rhythm, taking my body one stroke at a time. He’s much larger than I ever expected, but it’s not uncomfortable. In truth, it feels like my body was made for him.

“And I’m yours, Ember.” He whispers into my neck as we both fall into the bliss of release together.

THIRTY-ONE

Ember

Iwake in Willow’s room, or I guess I can call it our room now. When we returned last night, both Artie and Amara were frantically trying to track us down since we vanished from thin air again. Once we told them where we had been summoned, they relaxed and then congratulated us on completing our bond.

After that, Willow assigned Artie to watch over Amara through the night so I could feel less guilty about staying in our bedroom. My Prince made me come another 3 times before letting me fall into a deep, restful sleep. It appears to be in the afternoon now and we slept most of the day away.

I roll over and find my mate watching me, love burning in his eyes as he admires my features.

“Goodmorning.” I say with a soft smile.

He reaches to brush the hair away from my face. “It’s actually good afternoon now, Princess.”

There’s a knock on the door and Willow crawls out of bed. I watch with lowered lashes as his muscles move while wrapping a robe around himself and heading to the door. When he opens it, a tray of pastries, cake, wine and cheese are delivered. Along with a note from the king that states:

“Family of The Crown, please report to the west dining hall promptly for a meeting with the king. This is of utmost importance.”

I throw the silk covers off my naked body and find my robe draped along the sofas.

“What do you think this is about?” I ask Willow with worry in my voice.

He shakes his head and looks up from the letter. “I’m not sure, but we shouldn't waste any time finding out. I didn’t know he returned.”

I smirk at him. “Yeah, how could you? We were kind of busy if you hadn’t forgotten.”

He chuckles and walks over to meet me by the sofas where he sets down the plate of delicacies. In one swift movement, he hoisted me over his shoulder and took me into the bathing room.

“Willow!” I scream. “Stop doing that!”

He laughs again as he sets me down and then casts a ball of neon blue flames that float and swirl inside the bathing pool. I realize he’s waiting for me to fill it. So, I summon my water magic and feel a sense of arousal as my water collides with his flames to create the perfect bathing temperature.

We both drop our pink and blue plush robes on the ground and walk into the bath. We’re certainly in no rush as we take the time to explore each other's bodies further. We just completed our mate bond, how could they expect us to rush to leave this bedroom anytime soon?

Willow grabs a bar of honey and rose soap as he begins to lather my body. He starts at my breasts and massages them with bubbles and oils, causing my head to fall back and a soft moan to escape me. Next, his hands venture to my stomach and hips. After he spends substantial time squeezing and massaging my ass, his hands slip between my thighs and he runs his fingers through the folds of my sex.

I squeeze my thighs together, fighting the need to have him inside of me again. We’ve barely been separated since the completion of our bond. The need to pleasure one another is just so strong at this stage of the mate bond.

He slides his fingers into me and whispers against my ear, “Fuck my hand, Princess.”

And that’s all I need to hear to take what I need from him, finding my release with his fingers pleasuring my pussy.

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