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channel so tight and hungry it clenched in a painful spasm. She needed so badly to be filled by him she was only barely aware of the soft pleas spilling from her lips into his shoulder.
When he finally entered her, she sang her pleasure into the air and an answering breeze blew through the room, an affirmation from the Wind of its approval of her choice.
It still made no sense to her, but the Wind and Fate and the magic that permeated her life surely had a plan. The fact that he seemed to be able to see some of her true nature must mean something, too—though what it meant, she had no clue.
At the moment, she didn’t care about why or how, or anything else. All she cared about was urging him to fuck her harder, deeper, and, oh, yes, to tilt his hips just so and rub the tip of his cock against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her.
Her climax built more quickly with the combined sensations of his lips on hers and his skin sliding against the insides of her thighs. His pace quickened and he pulled back, staring down at her in wonder, as though he couldn’t quite believe she existed. For a split second she nearly confessed the truth of her nature, but held back, clenching her eyes shut and gripping him tighter around his hips with her legs.
With a stuttering moan Marcus dropped his head, burying his face against her neck. His hips jerked hard, slamming deep into her with such force it ripped her orgasm from her in a crash of sensation. Suddenly, the hot flood of something more potent than his semen flooded through her and her eyes shot open.
Magic? How is he feeding me his magic?
She only had a second to wonder; when he thrust again the power surged through her, sending her to another peak that made her cry out with renewed ecstasy.
Chapter Eight
Marcus
Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean
Present Day
M arcus had often dreamed of flying under his own power since that terrible day decades ago when he’d undergone his change. But today was the first time the sensation of being carried along on invisible currents outside the confines of a cockpit was actually real. His body may have been near death, but his mind was vitally awake and excited, his strong wings stretched taut with the wind.
No, that wasn’t right. They weren’t his wings. They belonged to the massive black dragon who carried him. He had a strange affinity with this creature who seemed so adamant not to let him die that he was now carrying him away to who-knew-where. Of all the dragons he’d encountered and captured over the last five decades, he’d never once been so attuned with one that he could believe they were one and the same. Ked’s wings were his wings, his strength carrying Marcus through the air, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
When he opened his eyes, Marcus didn’t see the cage of talons that held him. He saw an endless stretch of clouds and sky, tinged red-gold with the rising sun. He didn’t feel the dull ache and dizzying weakness of being bled dry, but the chill stream of wind over his body in contrast to a dark and dangerous swirl of power and rage entrenched deep within his being.
And beside him, he saw another expanse of massive wings, red instead of black, and Evie’s small body curled up asleep, safe in the other dragon’s claws. If she lived, could he find it in himself to live, too, in spite of the terrible things he’d done, the very worst of which was leading her into that trap so long ago? If he had only known, he would have accepted his human calling instead.
“You can’t fight Fate, Marcus. This was the path you were meant to travel. You are a part of me now. And as a part of me, I can’t let you die.” The deep voice he recognized as Ked’s resonated inside his head.
“It was your blood they filled me with when they bled me of my own, wasn’t it? Was that how you found me?” he asked.
“We were searching for Evie, not for you. Yet somehow, a female dragon who had no business knowing of Evie’s
When he finally entered her, she sang her pleasure into the air and an answering breeze blew through the room, an affirmation from the Wind of its approval of her choice.
It still made no sense to her, but the Wind and Fate and the magic that permeated her life surely had a plan. The fact that he seemed to be able to see some of her true nature must mean something, too—though what it meant, she had no clue.
At the moment, she didn’t care about why or how, or anything else. All she cared about was urging him to fuck her harder, deeper, and, oh, yes, to tilt his hips just so and rub the tip of his cock against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her.
Her climax built more quickly with the combined sensations of his lips on hers and his skin sliding against the insides of her thighs. His pace quickened and he pulled back, staring down at her in wonder, as though he couldn’t quite believe she existed. For a split second she nearly confessed the truth of her nature, but held back, clenching her eyes shut and gripping him tighter around his hips with her legs.
With a stuttering moan Marcus dropped his head, burying his face against her neck. His hips jerked hard, slamming deep into her with such force it ripped her orgasm from her in a crash of sensation. Suddenly, the hot flood of something more potent than his semen flooded through her and her eyes shot open.
Magic? How is he feeding me his magic?
She only had a second to wonder; when he thrust again the power surged through her, sending her to another peak that made her cry out with renewed ecstasy.
Chapter Eight
Marcus
Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean
Present Day
M arcus had often dreamed of flying under his own power since that terrible day decades ago when he’d undergone his change. But today was the first time the sensation of being carried along on invisible currents outside the confines of a cockpit was actually real. His body may have been near death, but his mind was vitally awake and excited, his strong wings stretched taut with the wind.
No, that wasn’t right. They weren’t his wings. They belonged to the massive black dragon who carried him. He had a strange affinity with this creature who seemed so adamant not to let him die that he was now carrying him away to who-knew-where. Of all the dragons he’d encountered and captured over the last five decades, he’d never once been so attuned with one that he could believe they were one and the same. Ked’s wings were his wings, his strength carrying Marcus through the air, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
When he opened his eyes, Marcus didn’t see the cage of talons that held him. He saw an endless stretch of clouds and sky, tinged red-gold with the rising sun. He didn’t feel the dull ache and dizzying weakness of being bled dry, but the chill stream of wind over his body in contrast to a dark and dangerous swirl of power and rage entrenched deep within his being.
And beside him, he saw another expanse of massive wings, red instead of black, and Evie’s small body curled up asleep, safe in the other dragon’s claws. If she lived, could he find it in himself to live, too, in spite of the terrible things he’d done, the very worst of which was leading her into that trap so long ago? If he had only known, he would have accepted his human calling instead.
“You can’t fight Fate, Marcus. This was the path you were meant to travel. You are a part of me now. And as a part of me, I can’t let you die.” The deep voice he recognized as Ked’s resonated inside his head.
“It was your blood they filled me with when they bled me of my own, wasn’t it? Was that how you found me?” he asked.
“We were searching for Evie, not for you. Yet somehow, a female dragon who had no business knowing of Evie’s
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