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Then, keeping his gaze locked on mine, he dragged my hand up to his face, drawing three fingers into his mouth. His warm tongue swirled over each fingertip, lapping at the sticky arousal that coated them, and I felt the vibrations of his moan all the way down to my clit.
When he finally released my fingers, his focus shifted to the place between my thighs, zeroing in like a laser on my soaked pussy.
“Mine.”
The word fell from his lips with even more conviction this time, and before I could react, his face was buried between my thighs, his tongue thrashing my clit with hard, quick strokes.
I came.
And he was right—this orgasm belonged solely to him.
My mouth fell open in a soundless cry as pent-up pleasure exploded inside me, making my hips jerk and buck on the mattress. Kingston rode out my orgasm like a cowboy on a damn bronco, holding onto my hips and keeping his lips pinned to me as his tongue kept up the delicious assault.
When I finally stopped shuddering, he tilted his head, staring up my body at me. And then he surged forward, moving up in a fluid motion to drape his body over mine. His hands found my wrists, pinning them above my head just as his cock found the still clenching entrance to my pussy, and he drove inside me in one hard thrust.
We both stilled. Even the air around us seemed to still, the moment of silence seeming as loud as a shout after the gasps and groans that had filled the room earlier.
Our bodies were pressed together from head to toe, our naked skin brushing together, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head from how good it felt.
Better than I had ever imagined—and I had imagined it quite a bit.
“Mine.”
Kingston repeated the word for a third time, his gaze bouncing between my eyes as our faces hovered so close together our noses were practically touching.
I felt the truth in his words. They hit me like a Mack truck carrying a ton of bricks, and I wrapped my legs around his trim waist, locking him tight to me as I ground my hips against him.
He wasn’t just giving in to the bond.
He was almost… embracing it.
Emotions stronger than I was willing to admit to surged through my chest, and to keep him from seeing all of them in my eyes, I hauled his face to mine and kissed the hell out of him.
The last of his restraint seemed to have snapped when he’d slid inside me, and now he set a punishing pace, withdrawing almost completely before slamming in again, making us both grunt like animals with each thrust. Our lips and hands consumed each other as he claimed me with his cock, marking me as his both inside and out.
I came again at that thought, electric energy bursting inside me as I tipped my head back and screamed his name.
“Fuck, yes, Piper.”
His own voice sounded as frantic as mine, and he picked up the pace, pounding into me as my pussy walls clenched around him.
When he came inside me, euphoria spread through me like a drug as his hot cum flooded my womb.
“You’re mine too, Kingston,” I whispered, barely able to form words. “You’re mine.”
This was everything I’d needed, and nothing at all like what I’d expected when I’d gotten out of bed this morning. My expectations in the underworld had become depressingly low, but I hadn’t even dreamed that I would end the day by having sex with my dragon shifter bond mate.
Best damn surprise I’ve had all school year.
The thought flickered through a satiated haze as Kingston slowly withdrew and collapsed onto the bed beside me, pulling me against him and tucking me into his arms.
As we lay gazing into each other’s eyes, I saw more emotion on his face than I’d ever seen before. He was warm and open, vulnerable and caring. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was actually falling in love with me, but I purposefully didn’t let my mind linger on that thought for too long.
Trying to figure out what was love and what wasn’t when you were magically bonded to someone felt like an impossible task. It was hard enough for regular humans to differentiate between lust and love sometimes—adding powerful succubus magic into the mix made the whole thing feel like a jumble of tangled up Christmas lights that I’d never be able to sort through.
Whether I wanted to or not, I needed all four of the men the marks on my neck represented. I needed their desire, needed the pure sexual chemistry that sparked to life between all of us. But more and more, I was starting to feel like I needed them for other things too. For their companionship, for their laughter and banter. For the way each of their wildly different personalities complemented a piece of my own.
I needed them. In a way that went far beyond sex.
