her, he was inside her, his dick pistoning in and out as he watched. His balls tightened, needing to pump into her, to make her a leaking mess full of nothing but him, and his vision went white as she screamed and clamped tight around him, as his balls emptied themselves, as the dragon emerged, demanding his mate, demanding they be joined, and Mica was helpless against it all.
Sophie…Sophie…SOOOOPHIE!!!!
Awareness was slow to return. Drips and drabbles. The tick of a clock. The refrigerator’s hum. The deep, grasping breaths of the woman underneath him.
“Fuck.” He pulled away, not having meant to fall atop her. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She was giggling, her hand covering the side of her face not buried in the couch. “I can’t believe I did that.”
He laughed to, his chest expanding in happiness. His mate was here with him, and she had fought to be with him, to bring them together. There would be worries in the future, there would be fear. She was his world, and he placed her in an uncertain position. Still, here, now, there was only joy that she had chosen him .
Mica pulled out of her, missing the closeness as soon he was free. He pulled her up and into his arms, going to his bedroom. There was a long night ahead of them, and he wanted her to be comfortable for everything he was going to do to her. “You are a fearsome creature.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile breathtaking, allowing him to carry her with no pushback. “How so?”
“You broke a dragon’s will. Few beings can claim that.”
“Mmmm, claim.” She reached up and nuzzled under his neck. “I think you should show me more about claiming.”
That, he planned to do – tonight, and the rest of their lives.
Chapter Nine
Granite was as still as unmoving as his namesake as he stood on the roof, his eyes fixed on the open window of the apartment three buildings over. A woman was visible, bent at the waist, towel-drying long white-blond hair while the faint strains of the pop song she had on drifted through the air to where he watched.
She had on a white tank and jeans so washed they were as pale as blue could get, the same color of her eyes. Eyes he couldn’t see now, but eyes he would never forget, never after that first sighting, her fierce and ready to tear into him, though her prominent ribs showed her starvation and the multiple bruises and dried blood spoke of beatings upon beatings.
She was still too thin, a thinness that came from hunger and not her body’s natural shape, but – and here a curl of pleasure spiraled inside his chest – he saw the pastry box opened and on her table. She’d accepted the gift and had eaten at least one.
Even if she didn’t realize it, she allowed him to care for her.
It was a start.
A rustle of wings, and Bas stepped next to him. As the other Claw, he and Bas had a connection, a bond, that they could claim with no one else, not even their Clan Leader. It made others wary of them, but Obsidian knew that their loyalty was to him and the Clan, so he did nothing to interfere or lessen it, as other leaders in their history had sometimes done.
“Your Only is beautiful.”
“She is fierce and wild and a protector. To call her beautiful is to call out the least of her.” The woman straightened, flinging the towel to the side and letting that cascade of hair fall down her shoulders, framing a face that would make angels weep to behold it. “But yes, she is beautiful.”
Bas clamped him on the shoulder in support, not saying anything else, because what else was there to say? He knew the details of Granite’s pain. Nothing could be added now that would change anything.
Clearing his throat, Granite asked, “What brings you here?”
Bas’s face lit up, the smile breathtaking in its joyfulness. “I have news on another Only, and it is your place to tell our Clan Leader…”
And in the space before Bas finished his sentence, a certainty fell
Sophie…Sophie…SOOOOPHIE!!!!
Awareness was slow to return. Drips and drabbles. The tick of a clock. The refrigerator’s hum. The deep, grasping breaths of the woman underneath him.
“Fuck.” He pulled away, not having meant to fall atop her. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She was giggling, her hand covering the side of her face not buried in the couch. “I can’t believe I did that.”
He laughed to, his chest expanding in happiness. His mate was here with him, and she had fought to be with him, to bring them together. There would be worries in the future, there would be fear. She was his world, and he placed her in an uncertain position. Still, here, now, there was only joy that she had chosen him .
Mica pulled out of her, missing the closeness as soon he was free. He pulled her up and into his arms, going to his bedroom. There was a long night ahead of them, and he wanted her to be comfortable for everything he was going to do to her. “You are a fearsome creature.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile breathtaking, allowing him to carry her with no pushback. “How so?”
“You broke a dragon’s will. Few beings can claim that.”
“Mmmm, claim.” She reached up and nuzzled under his neck. “I think you should show me more about claiming.”
That, he planned to do – tonight, and the rest of their lives.
Chapter Nine
Granite was as still as unmoving as his namesake as he stood on the roof, his eyes fixed on the open window of the apartment three buildings over. A woman was visible, bent at the waist, towel-drying long white-blond hair while the faint strains of the pop song she had on drifted through the air to where he watched.
She had on a white tank and jeans so washed they were as pale as blue could get, the same color of her eyes. Eyes he couldn’t see now, but eyes he would never forget, never after that first sighting, her fierce and ready to tear into him, though her prominent ribs showed her starvation and the multiple bruises and dried blood spoke of beatings upon beatings.
She was still too thin, a thinness that came from hunger and not her body’s natural shape, but – and here a curl of pleasure spiraled inside his chest – he saw the pastry box opened and on her table. She’d accepted the gift and had eaten at least one.
Even if she didn’t realize it, she allowed him to care for her.
It was a start.
A rustle of wings, and Bas stepped next to him. As the other Claw, he and Bas had a connection, a bond, that they could claim with no one else, not even their Clan Leader. It made others wary of them, but Obsidian knew that their loyalty was to him and the Clan, so he did nothing to interfere or lessen it, as other leaders in their history had sometimes done.
“Your Only is beautiful.”
“She is fierce and wild and a protector. To call her beautiful is to call out the least of her.” The woman straightened, flinging the towel to the side and letting that cascade of hair fall down her shoulders, framing a face that would make angels weep to behold it. “But yes, she is beautiful.”
Bas clamped him on the shoulder in support, not saying anything else, because what else was there to say? He knew the details of Granite’s pain. Nothing could be added now that would change anything.
Clearing his throat, Granite asked, “What brings you here?”
Bas’s face lit up, the smile breathtaking in its joyfulness. “I have news on another Only, and it is your place to tell our Clan Leader…”
And in the space before Bas finished his sentence, a certainty fell
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