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“Dragon,” she returns, way too smug.

I lift her up as she uses her hand to guide my cock to her entrance. Then I pull her hand away and drive into her so hard that she gasps. She clenches around me, a velvet iron grip that makes me twitch.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I say.

She rolls her hips forward, and all I can do is wrap my arms around her and meet her thrusts with my own until we’re both lost in one another all over again.

Through the mate bond, I feel her enjoyment, which only heightens my own. My hands tighten at her hips as I lift her up then pull her down again. She pants my name, sweat slicking our bodies as she bites and nips at my ears and throat.

My dragon surges beneath my skin, the monster inside me fully leashed by the woman riding my cock and ruling my heart in the same breath. When she lets herself go, my control snaps. My release shudders through me, wave after wave of pleasure, until we’re both panting and gripping the other like a lifeline.

If this is what it’s like to give my heart and soul to another creature, I’m more than willing to have my will joined with hers at last.

Chapter 41

Tori

Footsteps against the stone floor wake me. My discarded clothing covers my back like makeshift blankets, and my cheek is pressed to Legion’s shoulder. Reality crashes in around me, and I bolt upright, noting how Legion still sleeps sprawled on his back with me draped over him like a blanket. At the sound of the approaching footsteps, I scramble off him, fear gripping me.

“Legion,” I hiss, shaking him awake as I scramble backward to put distance between us. “Legion.”

He opens his eyes and sits up nearly as fast as I did, his frown deepening as he becomes aware of our current state. My eyes drop to his bloodied chest. The symbol hasn’t healed yet, which likely means he’s still vulnerable to Maricha’s magic. But that’s not what worries me now.

“You’re naked,” I whisper, scrambling into my pants. “She’ll know?—”

“What in the hells is going on here?” Maricha’s voice is sharp and cutting.

I meet her gaze through the bars and nearly flinch at the fury she aims at me. Before I can answer, she turns her ire on Legion. Shock and fury line her expression.

“Your order was to treat her like your enemy,” Maricha says.

I can practically see the gears turning in her mind as she witnesses evidence of what she believed to be impossible.

“And I have done that.” He stands, clearly unconcerned with his nudity, and hands me my shirt with a wink. “Darling. I believe this is yours.”

“Legion,” I warn.

He cuts me off with a searing kiss.

When he pulls away, his eyes dance with a smugness that stills my fear. He turns back to Maricha. “This is how I’ve treated her since the moment we met.”

Maricha’s eyes blaze with fury. “Impossible. Her skin is poison.”

“Ah, the curse,” Legion says. “That’s broken. Thanks to you, Mom.”

“You’re lying.”

Legion runs his hand along my shoulder and down my arm as he says, “Am I?” Maricha looks ready to explode at the casual way he touches me. “We really are grateful you provided such an effective antidote to Tori the night you met her. Your own tears? We couldn’t have done it without you.”

Maricha’s face flushes as she realizes what he means. “Step away from her,” she snaps. “That is an order.”

I stiffen, waiting to see if her orders will have any effect on him now that we’re mated. The bond between us fills with a serene reassurance. Legion sending me his love. But beneath it is pain. The symbol isn’t making it easy for him to resist.

Still, he doesn’t move. “No.”

Relief mixes with new fear. I scramble to dress, knowing Maricha won’t hesitate to react once she realizes Legion doesn’t answer to her anymore. I barely get my shirt and pants on before Maricha screeches her wrath.

“You will die for this, you little bitch!”

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