Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
He reaches under me, his fingers finding my throbbing clit and begins to stroke around and around in firm, rapid circles.
I gasp. The stimulation is almost too much on top of the overwhelming fullness and yet, I don’t want him to stop.
“Going to fill you with my Drake’s cum, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Going to pump my Princess full—going to claim you. Breed you.”
As his words sink in, I feel the first hot, thick spurt of his Drake’s seed hit the deepest part of my channel. It’s hotter than human seed and there’s so much of it. Jet after jet paints my insides—a torrential flood that has my already distended belly feeling even fuller, even warmer.
The sensation of being filled to overflowing, coupled with Valen’s relentless teasing of my clit, pushes me over the edge.
“Oh Goddess! Valen!” I cry out.
My pleasure spikes and I lose myself completely. My pussy spasms in rhythmic pulses around the enormous invader, gripping and massaging the huge dragon cock, milking it as though I’m begging for every last drop.
My cries are swallowed by the leaves and flowers around us. I feel like I’m shaking apart, held together only by the Drake’s knot locking Valen inside me and his strong arms wrapped around my torso, as he continues to empty himself into my me, his own roar of release echoed by his Drake.
And as my pleasure spikes again, I know that I have never felt such intense emotion—such a close connection.
The three of us are one and we will never be apart again.
EPILOGUE
IRENA
After the pleasure ebbs, we collapse on our sides, still locked together. Valen groans behind me, his massive arms tightening around my waist as I shift my hips, just a little. I love the feeling of him buried inside me—it makes me feel so connected to him and his Drake both.
“That was amazing,” I murmur. I shift again, teasing him.
“Gods, woman…” he growls against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “You’re going to kill me.”
“You’re half dragon,” I remind him with a sleepy smile. “I’m pretty sure you can handle me.”
“Mmm. Pretty sure it’s the other way around. You’re the one who’s going to get handled again if you keep wiggling that sweet little ass against me.”
A warm shiver runs through me. I can still feel the pulse of magic humming between us—the Bond thrumming like a living thread under my skin. It glows at the edge of my senses, and I feel not just Valen’s emotions, but his Drake’s too. I feel their twin hungers…their shared devotion to me…the fierce protectiveness that roars inside them both whenever they think of me.
And underneath it all, I feel a deep, abiding love, steady and fierce, like sunlight on obsidian…like massive claws wrapped around my heart in the gentlest possible way.
They love me and it’s not just lust, though there’s plenty of that, too. They love me with a soul-deep certainty…with the kind of loyalty that never wavers. And I feel it—I feel it—everywhere inside me.
So I wrap my fingers over Valen’s forearm and press back against him once more.
I love you, I think fiercely. And I feel our new Bond shimmer with heat and joy as both of them—Valen and the Drake inside him—absorb it like rain falling on parched earth.
Love you too, baby—so fucking much, he sends back and his Drake rumbles in agreement.
We lie there quietly for a while, just cuddling. At some point, I realize he’s nuzzling my hair.
“So…” he says eventually, his voice low and a little gruff. “We’re going back to the Thornmere so you can train with the Sorceress?”
I nod, turning my head to look back at him.
“I have to. There’s too much magic in me now—and I barely understand any of it. I need someone like her to guide me.”
“She’ll do a good job.” He pauses, tracing my hip with one finger. “I’m sorry I had to kill your brother.”
“You didn’t have a choice,” I say softly. “He killed my father…he tried to kill my mother, too. He would have murdered us both without a second thought.”
Valen stiffens slightly.
“What? Your father? But I thought you said he died of a wasting disease—the same one that was killing your mother?”
I nod.
“I thought it was a wasting disease—we all did. But it turned out to be some substance the Head Healer gave my brother to use. He was putting it on the rim of the Cup of Sovereignty every night when he presented it to them to drink from.” I shake my head. “The Door of Uncertainty showed it to me, only I didn’t understand what it was showing me at the time.”
“I’m so sorry, Princess,” he says softly. “That’s really fucked up.”
“Yes, it is,” I say. “But at least I healed my mother.”
“You did? So the Healing Draught worked?”