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he thundered, his hips thrusting into me harder, making my breath hitch. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, betraying my earlier words as his waist jabbed hard into me yet again. I collided with the door at every thrust, and I could feel my wetness sliding down my legs. “Ugh! Your pussy is so tight! If you only knew what I wanna do to you right now. How much I want to taint you,” he rasped, his breath coming out sharp as he plowed into me. My eyes had rolled back, and my legs had started to vibrate, yet, he hadn't stopped. He fucked into me harder, making me cry out louder each time.

His hand worked me like a man possessed, mouth devouring my throat, his cock grinding against my hip through his pants like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more, to fuck me senseless or just die with me wrapped around him. When I came, I bit his shoulder to muffle the scream, and the bond snapped again between us like a lightning strike, flooding my whole damn soul with his heat, his power, his possessive need to claim and protect and fuck and worship. Draken gasped, clutching me to him like I was his last breath. “Daeira,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re mine now. For real. I feel you.” “I know,” I breathed, tears stinging my eyes. “I feel you too.”

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

She had turned to the door when I did and had seen the movements at the door. “It’s Draco.” I widened my eyes at the note of finality in my voice and Millie stared at me, brows raised. The door opened, and Draco walked into the room in his full glory. He was wearing a sleek black shirt with dark green pants that clung to his broad chest and accented his narrow waistline. His blonde hair had increased in length, almost reaching his shoulders. He was my mate. My Draco. Once he appeared in the room, all I wanted was to run into his arms and stay there, taking in his scent through my nostrils.

"But all along, you have been busy planning to fuck me and keep me grounded." She used the 'F' word, not minding that Alpha Noir was there. Moreover, he had been in on this with his son. She was so disappointed. "I wanted us to make this work." Draekon muttered, not sure he said it the way he felt it. "No, you wanted to own me. To possess me, like I were some piece of jewelry." She spat, fury in her eyes. She wasn't wrong. And he hated that he didn't feel terrible for wanting to own her.

Now, in the present day, she found the person who would, the person who also loved her despite what she had become in her grief. “My mate, what troubles you?” His breath fanned across her neck as he nuzzled his scratchy cheek. It was slightly ticklish but she didn’t mind. “Anything and everything. I hope that we don’t fail.” “We will not fail. This will work out.” Freja sighed, her body sagging into a puddle. “I hope so.” “We will not fail. Tauric is an arrogant bastard from what I’ve been told. He makes the mistake of underestimating a dragon, especially me, the Dragon King.” His fingers massaged her arm soothingly.

I froze on my spot. I felt like my heart sank. I understood what he said, but it was too good to be true that I couldn’t help but be stupefied. He was granting me the rights of the Queen? Was that even possible? I was just a mistress, how could he possibly bestow me such power and responsibility… ‘I told you. You could trust him.’ Lexi said. ‘Now, your safety is secured.’ “D-declan…” I uttered his name. I didn’t even care if there were a lot watching. I wasn’t frightened by the fact that they might kill me right on the spot for calling their King by his name. I was more focused on him.

"You really don't have a death wish, do you? Do you realize that you might not walk out of this room alive? You’ve seen things that don't belong to the eyes of a guest." My pulse was racing, wild and reckless. I realized then that fear was a useless currency with Draco. He fed on it. If I wanted to survive, I had to change the terrain of the game. I had to make him lose his focus. I looked at his lips... the same lips that had dictated terms of my imprisonment, and saw the hunger beneath the rage. He didn’t want to kill me... he wanted to dominate me. And that was the crack in his armor. I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a breath that tasted of his expensive cologne and th

His cocky demeanor faltered. Draco hadn't moved. His posture was rigid, his gaze burning into me. I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical touch, a possessive claim. The air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed fury and undeniable arousal. I reveled in the power of it. I leaned closer to Mark, my voice dropping conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Draco to hear. “He’s very… thorough. And he doesn't like tardiness.” Mark cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Um. So… you wanna grab coffee sometime?” He was flustered.

The door to the suite was open, and standing in the entryway was Draco, feral from a night roaming as a mindless beast. He took a step closer, the tendons on his neck straining, and snarled. “Mine.”