Page 63 of The Dragons’ Eternal Mate

His teeth sank into my shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make my head swim as my pussy clamped down.

“Good mate,” Bastian cooed, sucking on the skin between my shoulder and neck.

Hard.

I saw stars, my body convulsing as the force of my orgasm hit me.

I trembled around him and felt Bastian sink deeper, that knot of his beginning to breach my pussy with each piston of his hips. More and more, until he finally pushed into me completely, his knot stretching me like nothing else could. God, it was fantastic, and I soared higher as he thickened inside me, his strokes stuttering now as he grunted low.

“Fuck!” Bastian hissed, thrusting hard, keeping his cock buried in me as his knot expanded, throbbing with the force of his release.

I should have been worn out. I’d experienced more orgasms than I could have possibly imagined in a forty-eight-hour period, yet the throbbing of his cock set me off again, my pussy responding to him, clamping down and milking his knot for every drop of cum he would give me.

“Mine,” he chanted, his growl almost inhuman. That should have been terrifying. Any sane human would have been scared at hearing a dragon growl. Well, I apparently was broken, because it simply turned me on even more.

I wanted to be his.

And he was mine.

“Yours. All yours,” I panted, twitching from the aftershocks of my climax as he rested his forehead on my back.

We were both covered in a thin layer of sweat, but neither of us seemed to care.

“I love you, Rowan,” my mate hummed, wrapping his arms around me and tugging us over so we were on our sides, still joined together.

“I love you.” I smiled, twisting to kiss him lazily as we came down, one of his hands cupping my breast, the other slowly stroking over my clit.

The electricity hummed in my skin, not letting me truly relax or settle into that post-orgasmic haze. Bastian didn’t stop touching me, riling me right back up as he rocked his hips gently but persistently.

“Again?” I murmured, reeling and admittedly tired.

“I can’t get enough of you.” Bastian sucked on the spot beneath my neck. “As soon as my knot starts to go down, I need to be filling you again. You make me fucking insatiable.”

“I guess we do have six years to make up for…”

Bastian leaned up so that he could meet my eyes as he lay behind me. “As soon as this mess is over, and our enemies are all dead, we’re going to take you away and show you just how much we’ve all missed you. Our mate happens to look fucking stunning coming on our knots. And that’s a sight we want to see a lot fucking more.”

I sighed dramatically, squirming in his arms as he played with my clit. “I suppose that could be arranged.”

In truth, I wanted nothing more, and I knew my mates would do anything to get it for me.

Rowan

“Inever thought I would say this… but I think we’re on top of the horde’s health care!” I laughed, sinking into my desk chair with a contented sigh. My entire body felt the impact of the hard work, but on the other side of it all, I had to admit I was damn proud of myself.

“We need champagne or something.” Nina grinned. “You’ve achieved the impossible!”

“Not impossible, just stressful.” I tilted my head back and took a deep breath. “And it wasn’t only me. You were right there, by my side, the entire time.”

Even with everything going on, I’d been slowly chipping away at a backlog of patients. And yes, I could admit I’d been using it as a distraction from all the chaos outside the clinic’s walls. Working with Nina had been a huge part of what had kept me sane.

“So… what now?” Nina asked.

I took a deep breath, stopping to consider what the long-term needs of the horde were.

“I guess we have to figure out what maintenance looks like. There are still a few older dragons who haven’t come in, but I can’t force them to. We’ll want to implement a system for regular reminders and think about filling in any of the gaps in equipment or supplies that we’ve been putting off.”

Nina nodded with a hum. “I know a lot of the older dragons are… Well, they’re cranky. To put it nicely. As for supplies, the prep work for the greenhouse is coming along nicely.”