Chapter Fifteen
Frank
The wedding was short, only about an hour but the reception was long. Dragons really knew how to party. By the time Frank dragged Violet away, it was two a.m.. It was a good thing they decided to rent a room in the hotel where the reception was held. Frank held Violet’s hand as they rode the elevator together in companionable silence. Nothing needed to be said. She was his now and forever. He couldn’t be happier. He didn’t say anything, since they had all the time in the world but he was hoping she’d agree to be his mate tonight. He wanted her badly.
Frank’s key beeped quietly and he held the door open for her as they entered. The honeymoon suite was worth every penny. Roses covered the floor and candles flickered along the window sill.
“This is beautiful,” Violet whispered, taking in the grand room. The bed was the focus of the room, as it should be. A lush purple coverlet was spread over it, and Violet longed to go lounge against the plump pillows at the head. The other furniture drew the eye toward the bed, making sure there was no doubt that there was only one reason to be in this room. The colors, purples and golds, made Violet feel comfortable and relaxed.
Frank barely glanced at it. If you’ve seen one big hotel room, you’ve seen them all. He was taken by her. “You are beautiful.”
Violet blushed and glanced back. “You flirt.”
“You better get used to it,” he said wrapping his arms around her waist. “You’re stuck with me for life.”
Violet wrapped her arms around him and leaned back into his warmth. “Can dragons get a divorce?”
He tensed. “You trying to tell me something?”
She giggled and slapped his hand. “No, silly. I was just wondering. I promise I'm not going anywhere.”
Frank relaxed again and shook his head. “When a dragon mates, it is for life. Until death… and if their partner dies, it is rare they don’t follow right behind them.”
“Your mom must be really strong,” she said.
“She is,” Frank agreed, “but it was hard. She told me it felt like her heart broke all over again every time she woke up and he wasn’t there.”
“So, it’s like a connection?”
“Yes. Your souls literally tie into a knot.”
“Thus, the dragon divorce rate being nonexistent.”
Frank chuckled. “Right.”
Violet turned in his arms to see his face. “Tell me one more time. How does it happen?”
“It’s simple,” he said, swaying with her even though there was no music. “It’s a bite. I can bite you anywhere you want, the marks won’t show permanently, and I give you a little of my venom. That gives us a connection.”
“Will it hurt?” she asked, and Frank was proud to see there was no fear in her eyes, only curiosity.
“Only a little. That’s why most people do it during sex.”
Her breathing picked up. “How long will the mark show?”
“Three days,” he said, still dancing but creating a delicious friction with her hips. “In the old days, the women would wear special clothes to showcase it. A claim mark is something to be proud of.”
Violet’s eyes were dilated, and Frank’s eyes were distracted as she licked her lips. “I bet,” she said.
“Do you have any other questions?” he asked, liking the way she was heating under his touch.
“Yes.” She sighed. “Why are you still talking?”
Frank chuckled darkly and kissed her neck. “Yes, dear.”
“You better get used to saying that,” she murmured as he took her lips.
Frank crushed his mouth to hers, gripping the back of her head, and Violet moaned tightening her hold on his head. Frank hadn’t been sure if he was too rough with her, but Violet proved time and time again that she could handle anything he threw her way.
He pulled back and turned her around, pushing her hair over her shoulder. Frank kissed her neck as he unzipped her wedding gown. The material gave way to stunning white lace and against her skin in the dim lighting, causing his hands to shake. He wouldn’t make it if he didn’t get her in a bed.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispered as the dress floated to the floor. “You’re beautiful.” This was better than Frank had ever imagined.
She melted into his arms.
“Do you want it slow?” he asked, his hand trailing down her back to cup her ass. “Or fast? Maybe a little of both?” he said unclipping the hairpiece she wore at the reception. He set it down on the dresser along with the little hundreds of pins she seemed to have in her hair. It took a while but Frank had all night, and when her hair was free, Violet looked like a sex kitten.
The lace bra was almost see through, and the matching panties said “I do” on the front.
With his eyes still on her, he reached around her and undid her bra. It grew slack in between them but didn’t fall. His hands traced along the waist of her panties, stoking a fire inside of her until she forced his hands away and pushed them down before kicking off her heels and shrinking a few inches.
She stood before him on full display, and he appreciated every curve and stretch mark, and was completely at peace. This was his wife.
“Get naked,” she demanded and tugged on the buttons of his shirt. Standing in front of him, she seemed so short and adorable, but he wouldn’t make her wait.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
Frank slid his hands along the edges and ripped it apart. He could buy another one. HIs undershirt was yanked over his head. Their gazes never left each other and Frank couldn't feel the coolness of the room. He was hot for her. He undid his pants and kicked everything off until he was naked with her.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, “on your knees.”
Violet moaned but crawled into the bed in the position he asked for.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he said, crawling behind her kissing up her ass, noticing the way her body trembled when his tongue played with her anus and continued kissing up her back.
“Where do you want to be claimed?” he asked, kissing down her arms.
“I don’t care,” she gasped. “I just want to be yours.”
Frank growled at that. What did he do to deserve to get such a woman? That was a perfect answer.
“Frank!” she called out as her back arched as he thrust into her fully to the hilt. Though she was wet and ready, he was still much bigger than her.
He thought it was better not to warn Violet. She knew what she was getting into, but he didn’t want her to tense. Maybe if she didn’t expect it, it would hurt less.
Frank wasn’t sure what to expect. He had asked around, and all his uncles described it differently. When he bit Violet on the curve where her neck met her shoulder, he was unsure. He bit tentatively, knowing he had to press hard enough to draw blood and just when he was afraid he had pushed her too far, in a faraway way hearing her cry out in pain something shifted inside him.
His chest tightened and unfurled, it was like he was inside Violet. He could feel her heart beating and the pleasure she was feeling with him inside of her. Something unraveled in him, wrapping around her before coming back to him and tightened until he could feel everything he was feeling and Violet’s as well.
His cock slid between her folds, teasing, and when he started to move, she fell into rhythm with him. Her body and his becoming one. He gave her what she wanted, fast, pounding into her before slowing and tilting her head so he could look into her eyes. This was not fucking. He was making love to his wife, and he wanted to do even more. He wanted to make love to his mate.
He knew what it meant to have a mate. It meant he’d always know how Violet felt. If she was scared, happy, or nervous. He would know, no matter where he was in the world and having that connection with her gave him the strongest peace he’d ever known.
It spurred him forward, thrusting his hips and she came on his dick just like he wanted. He forced himself to loosen his grip just as his own orgasms spurted out. He could feel himself coating Violet’s insides, heating her body with no barrier between them and it made him come some more.
Holy hell.
He panted, leaning over her.
“Can you feel it?” he whispered, kissing the bite mark and happy to see it wasn’t bleeding like he thought.
Her eyes were closed, and Frank could see tear streaks on her face.
“Vi? Baby? Are you okay?”
She nodded, sniffing. “I can feel it. It’s… unbelievable.”
He couldn’t agree more. “I love you, Violet.”
“I love you, too, Frank,” she said sliding to her stomach, and he followed her, wrapping his arms around her. They lay in a heap of limbs and sweat, and Frank liked it just like that.
“I’m so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you,” she said, drifting off to sleep.
Frank figured he could wait to tell her she would have a longer lifespan now. Since she was his mate, she would live as long as he did.