Everything was different. There were no walls anymore. Not only could I feel his thoughts and emotions, but our depth of connection was also unparalleled. It was like strings had attached themselves to us, tethering us together. I could almost see them.

“What is that?” I got up on my knees and licked my lips. I was eager for him, but I was also floored by our connection. “What’s happening? Do you feel that?”

Blaise grinned. “Yes. It is the mate bond completing. You are stuck with me now, my queen.”

When he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me against him, I let him, surprising myself by how willing I was to surrender to his authority in the bedroom. At least, for that moment. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and I wrapped around him, making sure to leave the connection open so he could feel everything I was feeling. I wanted him to know the pleasure he gave me.

He lifted me so my legs locked around his waist and then lowered me to the bed, his lips never leaving mine. Softly, he made love to my mouth. His hands stroked my hips and legs, never failing to stimulate some part of me, while his hips gently rocked against mine.

As the friction built, my fingers dug into his shoulders, and I rocked faster against him. I was already so close, so ready to explode. He hadn’t even undressed me and I was falling over the edge. After one more thrust of his hips, I came with my fingers twisting into his hair and a breathy cry he caught in his mouth.

I trembled as Blaise peppered kisses down my neck and shoulder, teasing my sensitive skin until my breathing normalized.

“You were made for me, in every way, Chyna.” His hoarse whisper in my ear sent a fresh wave of tingles through me. My sister was right. This connection was amazing. As he held me tight, I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and like magic, syncing perfectly in rhythm with mine. I pressed my hand over his chest and smiled up at him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.”

Blaise smiled. “I certainly hope not.”

“Whose turn will it be to make dinner tonight? Sorry about my cooking skills, but I order a mean pizza.” I grinned.

“Why do I need pizza when I have you?”

I sat up and stared down at him as he rolled over and reclined against the pillows. “Blaise?” My mood grew slightly more serious, and I kept my eyes on his. “Do you think everything will work out for us?”

“I know it will, my queen. We are mates, and now that we can connect to one another, it will help us learn what makes each of us happiest.”

Right then, I was pretty sure that as long as I had him, I would be the happiest I’d ever been. It was sappy and scary to feel dependent on someone that way, but I wouldn’t lie to him, or myself, again.

“I don’t mind doing the floors.”

Blaise cocked his brow.

“I figure we can split the household chores. I didn’t want to be saddled with them all, but you shouldn’t have to do them all, either.”

“I thought we could figure that out eventually.”

“No. I’m claiming floor mopping now. Especially since I can buy a robot vacuum and mop to do it for me.”

Blaise frowned and shook his head. “Robot? I don’t like them.”

“What’s the matter, old man? Can’t keep up with the changing times?”

He laughed and flipped me under him. Looking down at me with a big smile on his face, his eyes glowing amber, he looked rugged and wild. “I have two rules: I’m the boss in the bedroom and no robots.”

Biting my lip, I pretended to think it over. “I’ll give you the bedroom, but is it a hard no on the robots?”

With a roll of his hips, Blaise answered another hard question. “I have a feeling we will come to a compromise. I suspect we will become quite good at that.”

“I like compromise.” I leaned up and nipped at his jaw. “My king.”

Who knew that a dragon shifter who had hundreds of years of practice being stern and inflexible would be so phenomenal at compromising?

THE END