A dragon had just blown my mind. I settled into the luxurious bed, softer than any I’d ever been in, and sighed as my body hummed. I just wanted a minute to bask in the glory that was the orgasm he’d just given me. That was incredible.

I hadn’t just come, I felt as if I’d just been turned inside out by my own body. He’d made me come in a way I didn’t know was possible. Over and over that delicate little fluttering had turned into quivering pulses of ‘oh my God’. I didn’t know any of that was actually possible.

And it wasn’t just because of the way he’d touched me. The way he’d spoken to me, the hums of satisfaction, that groan he let go of when he sank his fingers into me. It had all driven me into something I’ve never experienced before, not like that. I caught my breath while he ordered something from room service.

He came back to lie beside me and I ran my fingers down his chest, his shirt open to reveal the hard plane. Yeah, this dragon with the tanned skin of a god was real. There’s no way I was imagining this. Hallucinations couldn’t be this real, could they?

I inhaled his scent as I explored his smooth chest, a scent that intrigued me, and I sniffed. Before I knew it, I was sucking at the spot on his neck where it was strongest, and my hips were straddling his. My hand went down to grasp at his cock in his black leather pants. I fumbled at the belt before I found a row of buttons beneath. My fingers moved nimbly to pop the wooden buttons out of their holes, and then I had him hot, silky, and real in my hand.

I felt the throb as blood surged through his cock, and I wanted to taste him there too, but I couldn’t pull myself away from his neck. He tasted so good.

He’d allowed me to explore him greedily, he’d let me become consumed with my own fire, lost in him, a madness that had overtaken me instantly, but he whispered soothingly now.

“Calm down, Arista. We have all the time in the world.”

I glanced up, saw his smile, but couldn’t calm down.

My heart was racing, my body was pulsing with my need to touch him, to know him, and I wanted to know it all now. I stroked my hand down his cock and he didn’t even try to stop me. I moved down between his thighs, and he pushed his pants away.

My fingers, eyes, and mouth explored him. First the tip, with my tongue, and my lips as my fingers stroked his shaft. His hips jerked up, pressing him deeper into my mouth. I wasn’t new to this but wasn’t used to a man so… large. He filled my mouth and I had to open widely to take more of him in. I’d never take the whole thing, not a dick that big.

I tried to please him though, and I knew I was when his hips began to move with my movements, a dance that only we could dance. He groaned as my fingers began a slick slide, the moisture from my mouth letting my hand glide over him. I sucked at the head of his cock at the same time, consumed with working him until he came.

His fingers wound into my hair, holding my head still and I knew he was close. I waited, wanted that pulse that would come with his first hot spurt, but he pulled at my head and moved. Pulling away from me, he flipped me onto my knees and pulled my hips up.

I was in heaven, on my hands and knees as my dragon took me from behind for the first time. I dug my fingers in the duvet and pushed back into him with a groan. The head of his thick length pressed into me until he spread me open with his hands. Then he was filling me, inch by inch, pressing me open slowly and it was the most pleasurable torture.

I could feel my clit throbbing in time with my nipples and moved a hand down to flick at the bud. I just wanted to come around him, on him. He chuckled and dug his fingers into my hips, holding me still as he slammed into me at last.

I was full, so full, full of Malcolm, and it was all I wanted. But rather than a quick fuck, he pulled out slowly. I felt every inch of him as he left, and I never wanted it to end, but I couldn’t stop the urge—the need—to come. I was addicted to him from the first moment and I couldn’t understand why, but I didn’t care.

He slowed me down by setting a pace that had me in a near-meditative state, waiting for his entry, his exit, and re-entry. He pulled me up to grasp at my waist, to kiss me, and I craned my head to give him my lips. Again, he flipped me, and pulled my hands over my head. He held them there, and I grinned a daring grin.

“You like that?” he asked, and I shook my head, my hips moving in time with his as he sank back into me.

“I love it, Malcolm,” I admitted, the tight hold made my breasts thrust up and down at his attention. I loved how wanton it made me feel.

“I have to admit, it makes your breasts look even more gorgeous, and I didn’t think that was possible.”

He bent down to flick at one with his tongue before he gave me a serious look. One more flip and I was over him, his cock deep inside of me.

“Use me, Arista. Make me yours.” His eyes dared me to do just that.

I didn’t know what he meant, but I thought I knew. I began to move, gently at first, until I knew how my body was going to adjust to his size. Then he started to talk in a language I shouldn’t understand but did.

“I want to fill every part of you, Arista. I want to be inside your head, in your heart, I want you to be mine and me to be yours.”

I looked into eyes turned into steel by his passion. They were now almost black as he became enthralled with my pussy moving on him. I rocked our bodies together, my pace picking up as he continued to speak.

“I’m going to fuck you every day of your life, woman. Fuck, look at you, you’re gorgeous.” I knew I was still too thin, but he loved me how I was. That’s all that mattered.

I panted, the pleasure growing from a tight little ball between my thighs to a warmth that began to spread out as I rode my dragon. A dragon, he was a dragon! With a dragon’s language.

I swallowed, emotion making my throat tight as I stared into his eyes, lost in him.

“I’m going to come inside you, every single time until my baby is growing inside of you. Until you are so full of me, you give birth to a child that is a combination of us both. Perfect, just like you.”

I felt my walls begin to clench around him and gasped in surprise. I hadn’t expected to come again yet, though I was working towards it. I felt my hand twitching and grasped at his hands, hands I now had over his head. His tongue teased my nipple, then he sucked at it, which only made my clamping walls clench even harder.

“Come for me, baby,” he groaned happily, his eyes drinking it all in as I moved on him.

I kept my hands over his, one on each side of his head as I moved, desperate for it to never end. Desperate to make the tension blow into so much more. I felt something odd just below my belly button, a swirling heat that snaked through my torso. It felt good, like he was touching me from inside, like his fingers were inside me, teasing at my nipples.

Having them both touched at the same time felt so amazing, and I thought that was it, until the flame licked down and took hold of my clit too. That’s when I lost all control and felt my eyes roll back in my head. Everything exploded, my brain—my very being—as Malcolm’s dragon pushed me over the edge and soared with me.

I was a part of him, he a part of me, and somewhere in the back of my head I heard a strangled shout as he pulsed within me, letting go at last. His body, my body, our very souls, were all mingled into one orgasmic being and we soared together.

I shook, my hands still tangled in his, my back arched to keep him within me, and we clutched at each other to hold on. Minutes passed, and all that could be heard was our breathing as we twisted together in passion, as we found each other and became tangled into one. He was mine and I was his.

That’s how we wanted it.

I began to think the sensations would never end, that we’d created a new world for ourselves, but slowly we slipped back into our bodies, into our minds, and gasped for air as we looked at each other in shock.

“You felt that?” he asked me, his eyes searching mine.

“Yeah, I felt that.” He was real, he was a dragon, and most of all, he was mine.

“That was the mating. My dragon came out for you. He wanted you too.” He looked stunned. I guess he hadn’t felt that before either.

“New for you too, huh?” I collapsed on him, my head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, it was amazing.”

“You’re real?” I said after a moment, my eyes closed as I listened to the strong beat of his heart.

“I’m as real as you are, Arista.” He held me against him, stroking my back.

“Good, maybe I can convince my dad my mom isn’t crazy now.” I smiled happily, picturing the happy reunion of the two people I loved the most.

He stilled the soothing of his fingers down my back and went stiff.

“You can’t tell them about me, Arista. You can’t tell anyone.”

I moved away to protest, and he stood up. A knock came, and he took the trolley left at the door by room service, hiding his body carefully behind the door. Food and champagne waited for us. I almost forgot what he’d said.

It played in my head as he set up the table with sandwiches and a decadent looking chocolate cake with mint ice cream in a bowl. How had he known that was my favorite? How could he know that and still tell me I couldn’t tell my parents about him?

“Why can’t I tell anyone about you?” I asked as I sat down, the sheet from the bed tucked around me.

“Two reasons.” He put some potato salad on my plate with the sandwich and looked at me. “First, you’re a dragon hunter. Your mother will want to kill me because I assume she is one too.”

“I think I can talk her out of it, we have no idea how to even go about killing you!”

“Be that as it may, we still have problem two. My father wants me to kill you. And he’s the king of our land, of all our land. You don’t disobey him and live.”

“What? Kill me? What the hell for?” I couldn’t help but splutter as I put my sandwich down without even a single bite.

“You’re the last enclave of huntresses to be found, you put all of our people in danger. I think our being mated might change that.” He held a hand out to me and stroked my face for a moment. “You’re getting better already.”

“Is that your doing as well?” I asked. I felt amazingly better.

“It’s not so much me as the by-product of our mating. You’ll get ill every time we’re apart from now on. So will I now.”

I knew what he was thinking from the expression on his face: that probably should have been something he’d thought about harder, but he didn’t regret completing our mating bond. I couldn’t either after experiencing it.

“So you’re saying if we aren’t together, if we decide we hate each other and try to move on, we’ll both get sick and die?” I found that a little hard to believe, but I had experienced it. My body felt better, and it wasn’t just because he’d rocked my world. I was better.

“That has happened in the past, yes.” He wouldn’t look at me now, and I could understand why. This didn’t happen, who’d ever thought up such a thing?

I knew it had to be true though. I wonder if that’s what was wrong with Willow too?

“You know, my cousin has the same exact illness as me. We got sick around the same time too…” I let my words trail off, wondering if he’d come to the same conclusion.

“You think she has a shifter mate as well?”

Ah, I knew he was a smart man! “I do have to wonder. It’s this same kind of wasting sickness, the doctors couldn’t explain it for either of us.”

“She’s your cousin on your mother’s side?” he asked me with a quirked eyebrow. That made my heart flutter a bit, that intense gaze directly on me.

“Yes. What if that’s what’s wrong with her?” I looked down at my hands, then at the sandwich I couldn’t eat now. Everything had suddenly become too real for me.

“Then we have to find her mate.” He took my hand. “Give it all time to sink in, Arista. This is a lot to take in, and you’re only going to get more shocks as time goes on, believe me. Especially when you see my world.”

“I know, but Willow… she’s so sick right now. We have to find her mate.” I looked back up at him and saw understanding there.

“If it is your desire, we will try. I just don’t know where to begin.” He did look lost for a moment, and I felt bad for him.

“Maybe, since you found me, he’ll find her.” I could hope anyway.

I knew I was running out of time before Malcolm showed up, I knew Willow was too. I could only hope we found her mate in time.

“How do we handle that then? If I can’t tell anyone about you, I mean? How do I tell Willow what’s wrong with her?”

“Maybe you should wait until we find the mate. We don’t want to give her false hope.”

“You’re right about that. Damn, this is complicated.” I took a bite of my sandwich at last. I didn’t want to waste it. Not when I knew it would do me good now.

“It is, but we’ll get through it somehow. I just have to find a way to convince my father to call off his death orders.”

I stared at him, the sandwich now as dry as sawdust in my mouth. I’d tried to forget that part, but he’d brought me right back to reality. What the hell were we going to do?