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Then my dragon growls, deeply insulted. We are a Stormscale, and we command storms. We are not about to get taken out by our own mate this fast.

Aya is not helping matters. She whimpers and wiggles her ass to take me deeper. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. Or maybe she knows exactly, and that’s worse.

She hisses at the sting when I dig my nails into her flesh. “Stop,” I grit out. “You’re going to make me come right now.”

But apparently that’s what her wolf is after. Fine, she wants a race. I brace to give her one.

“Aya,” I manage. She answers by backing her ass up against me.

She grunts deep as she rolls her hips on pure wolf instinct. She rocks into me with whimpers that keep turning into growls. I meet her stroke for stroke with sweat pouring down my face. If my legs are shaking, that’s between me and Mother Fate.

“Ezra…” She chokes on my name.

My mouth falls open while my dick disappears inside her over and over. It’s glistening with her every time I ease out. I’m drooling, but I keep up. My dragon and I have this under control. We’re pacing ourselves like the apex predators we are. The fact that I can’t feel my toes means nothing.

She moans it more than she says it. “So good.” She turns her face into the mattress and keeps rocking back on me. “I’m sorry, Ezra, I…”

She’s apologizing? I lose my rhythm over it and bring my hand down on her ass with a crack that fills the bedroom. She gasps and arches her back deeper.

I squeeze her hip. “Knock that shit off and keep going,” I growl. “I’m a dragon, baby. You won’t break me.”

She moves faster after that. I reward her with another slap. Her moan nearly finishes me on the spot. Her walls flutter and clamp around me with every wail. I’m a thrust away from losing a race I fully intend to win. I do what any dragon would do and pull out.

Aya snarls at the loss. “Ezra, I swear, if you stop now I will end⁠—”

I drop down behind her instead of answering. My spend leaks out of her and runs down the backs of her thighs. My dragon refuses to waste any of it. He pushes my tongue out long and forked. I drag it slow and thorough over her ass and her pussy to eat my own come off my mate’s skin until she’s clean. We taste damn good together.

She screams and never finishes her threat. Her legs shake against my cheeks as she comes again. I drink that down too. Every last bit of us is mine.

I sink into her to the hilt and hand her the reins. “Take it,” I tell her. I’m a generous man. “It’s yours.”

She takes it. Mother Fate, does she take it. She slams herself back down and fucks the life out of me until the room spins. Her ass smacks into my thighs with every sound she makes rattling through my dick. I hang on to her hips and my dignity, in that order. I’m winning. I’m almost sure of it, but it’s getting hard to read the scoreboard from this position.

Aya’s scent goes smug. “You good back there?” she pants.

“Never better,” I lie, in a voice I don’t recognize.

She cackles and speeds up. She’s tightening around me and trembling as her wolf pushes her harder. My legs have filed a formal complaint. Sparks pop at the edges of my vision, but I’m fine. Stormscales don’t tap out.

She cries out and snaps her hips back against mine. When her walls clamp down, I can’t breathe. I roar and empty everything I have left into her in hot, heavy pulses that roll my eyes back in my head. She screams through her own orgasm and takes all of it.

My dragon won’t stop purring. We’ve bred our mate. Aya’s wolf rises, and her scent sweetens with gratitude for my seed. I drop my forehead to her damp back and breathe her in. Her aftershocks keep squeezing me where we’re still joined, and I never want to move.

I couldn’t if I tried. My mate has absolutely fucking destroyed me. I’m locked inside her, her walls still draining me in rhythmic waves until there’s nothing left. My dragon pushes hard for the bite. I want it as bad as he does. My canines drop with a hot ache. I wrap my fingers around the front of Aya’s throat and pull her upright. I spread my hand low on her belly over my seed and sink my teeth into the soft place where her neck meets her shoulder. Her blood runs hot and sweet over my tongue.

She doesn’t fight me, not even a little. She tips her chin to the side and submits while I drink. Even when she winces at the pain, she never shies away. Her pussy answers every rumble I give against her skin with slow, pulling contractions around my dick.

I take from her until I’ve had my fill. The claiming bond snaps into place with a jolt that goes through my blood and down to the marrow. Her heartbeat thuds under my tongue and inside me too. I’ve loved my mate since she was a pup. She’s officially mine now.

I lick my bite closed and taste iron and Aya before I turn her loose. She falls facedown into the sheets with her ass still in the air. She pants there with her wolf taking in the mate bond. When she loosens enough to free me, I slide out of her and collapse flat on my back.

I lie there with my dick limp and my arms dead at my sides. We finished together, so I’m calling it a tie.

My chest won’t quit heaving. She can break me over and over again for the rest of my life. I’ll show up for it every time.

Aya sits up with a whimper of pain. I need to get up and take care of her. On top of her first heat cycle and mating, I claimed her tonight. She’s probably coming back to her senses with every muscle aching. She needs pampering. But she rode me within an inch of my life. I need someone to hold me.

Sure enough, the heat in her scent gives way to embarrassment. I knew it. She turns around with her hand over the fresh claim mark on her neck. When she catches me staring dead-eyed at the ceiling, she fights a smile. She curls into my side and traces little shapes on my skin.