Rain Morten’s heart slammed against her chest. She knew her mate followed her, and she loved the chase. She kicked off her heels as she made her way through the hallway toward her room. She at first had complained about having a room on the first floor, but since she booked it at the last minute, as there were no other ones available.

Her decision to come to the Mating Ball was last minute. She’d heard so many stories of shifters finding their mates. Within the past year, she’d heard of at least three triads finding their mates here in East Grove.

The sounds of her mate’s heavy footsteps pounding behind her sent chills down her back as she paused in front of her room. She stood in the middle of the hallway as she waited for him.

She drew in a deep breath as he appeared. He paused in the hallway, his intense eyes locked on hers. Her pussy clenched with his look.

“You will pay for making me chase after you,” he growled, taking a step toward her.

“You know the chase made the need for me greater,” she replied, licking her lips as she took him in. The suit was tailored to fit his muscular frame perfectly, and her fingers ached to strip him of the offending thing. She wanted to see his naked body in front of her.

“The need for you is greater than you could ever know.” He took another step toward her and she smiled, cocking her hip out with her hand on it. She shook her dark hair, teasing him, as she met his eyes head-on.

She could see the pleasing look in his eyes as they greedily took her in. Her breasts pushed at her low-cut dress, begging to be released from the contraption.

She didn’t like clothes.

They were too restricting.

Her mother had always called her a freebird. Even as a child, she didn’t like to wear clothes. There were plenty of times her mother would catch her running through the family fields, naked as the day she was born.

Her dress flowed around her legs as she waited with baited breath for him to make his move.

“What’s your name, little mate?” he asked as he made his way to her.

“Rain,” she gasped as he stopped in front of her. She had to cock her head back to look him in the eye. He was so massive, and made her feel so tiny. He towered over her by at least a foot. “What’s your name?”

“Darman.” He pushed her body toward the wall. She was under his spell, unable to look away from his dark eyes. Her body ached for him. She’d come to the ball looking for her mates, and now she found one of them. “Are you alone, Rain?”

She nodded her head. With her back pushed against the wall, he had trapped her. Not that she would run anymore. She wanted to get him away from the crowd. There were other dragonesses there and she didn’t want to fight others for him. She would, without a doubt, but right now her pussy ached to have him in her.

Her breath caught in her throat as he reached up, his hand partially shifted to allow his talons out. He trailed his talon from her cheek down to the valley of her breasts. She could feel her moisture coating her thighs as she waited for him to make the next move.

He swiped his hand down, slicing her dress. She felt the cool air kiss her beaded nipples as her dress fell away, leaving her naked for him to see.

His hot gaze took in her nakedness, and his look made her knees weak. She let loose a gasp as he crushed his lips to hers. She didn’t care that they were in the hallway. No one would be coming back to their rooms while the ball was going on unless they found their mates. If that were the case, they would be too busy to notice Rain naked in the hallway, being hoisted up against the wall.

“Fuck, your body is perfect,” he growled against her lips.

“You have too many clothes on,” she muttered, reaching for his pants. His hand joined hers in releasing his belt and unsnapping is pants. Her small hand dove inside and encircled his thick length.

Her core clenched with the feeling of his wide girth between her hands. She pulled his cock from his pants, guiding it to her slick core.

“I told you I would punish you,” he growled against her neck. His wide tongue burned a trail along her collarbone as he tasted her skin.

“Now,” she begged, needing him to thrust deep within her. The blunt tip of his cock teased her. He rubbed himself against her labia, coating himself in her moisture. “Please, fuck me now. Please.”

She’d never begged for anyone to fuck her before, but this was different. This was her mate, and her body knew that he was right in front of her. If he wanted her to beg, she would in a heartbeat. That thick cock of his belonged inside her. She didn’t care where he put it—her pussy, her ass, her mouth—it didn’t matter. As long as it went deep and made her climax.

“Well, since you said please,” he muttered, thrusting his cock home. She cried out at the invasion. Her pussy burned as it stretched to accommodate him. “Fuck. You fit perfectly. Your tight little pussy grips me so good.”

His hand reached in between them, his fingers finding her swollen nub. He began rubbing her sensitive flesh and her body writhed against the wall, unable to go anywhere. He had yet to move his cock, leaving himself planted deep within her.

“Darman,” she cried out, wanting him to move, but he remained still as he put her through his delicious torture. Her orgasm slammed into her.

Just from his fingers.

Her head flew back and she cried out as her pussy pulsated around his length, riding out the waves of her climax.

But she wanted more.

She wanted him to fuck her. Pound his cock into her until she couldn’t walk.

“What is it, my little mate?”

“Stop torturing me. I’m sorry I made you chase me. Take me. Fill me with your seed,” she begged.

A fire blazed in his eyes at her words.

“I think my mate has learned her lesson,” he growled, before pulling back and slamming his cock into her. She cried out as he once again stretched her. But this time, her body was ready for him. It had become used to his size and her orgasm had caused her release to coat his thick dick, making it easier for him to thrust deep within her.

She wrapped her legs around him as she held on for dear life. She stripped his coat from him, trying to get more clothes off of him before he crushed his lips to hers. His thrusts were frantic and desperate, but her hips met him thrust for thrust.

“Come with me, Rain,” he growled. His incisors nipped the skin on her neck, sending her over the edge. She cried out as she spiraled out of control. She buried her face in his neck and gripped him tight as they both reached their climax. The walls shook from his power as he thrust one last time, filling her with his release.