“No. Mikkel is my friend.” Ström smiles gently now as he reaches out,taking my hand. “He’s a rogue in every sense of the word, though… far more than I am. He has a good heart underneath it all, but he’s got a ruthless streak a mile wide. Far more than Lærke. Mikkel kills his enemies, and he doesn’t look back. If you or Bjorn have a problem with that… we’d have a lot of issues taking Mikkel into the Bloodbond.”
“Not to mention issues with Lærke. If we took him into our bond and broke up their little twins’ club,” I say, frowning.
“Twins’ club. Ha.” Ström grins at me. “Yeah, she would be pissed if you took Mik into the bond. She has her own bond with him, with them being twins and all. It goes far deeper than just being siblings or business partners. Sometimes I think they’re a part of each other’s heart… in a far more fundamental way than a non-twinned dragon could ever understand.”
As Ström lapses into silence, I feel the rising dawn drag at us. I’m not ready to go to sleep just yet, though, and he seems to feel it.
He moves over to a minibar in the room now, pouring us drinks. I take my whiskey and sip it as he sips his. Ström takes my hand, leading me away from the big bed now, over to a group of chartreuse green chaises in the room.
Like the gaming hall, this sprawling apartment has a living area with a vast fireplace crackling in it. It’s gilded, everything Victorian ornate with white marble, light green velvet, and deep red mahogany wood.
It feels comfortable and safe somehow, as Ström and I sink down on the couch. As he puts his feet up on the gilded marble coffee table, kicking off his shoes, I do the same, tossing aside my stilettos. We curl up together on the couch, just enjoying the silence after such a long night.
Before we know it, we’re kissing. It’s nice kissing and lasts a while, as Ström and I simply enjoy it. We haven’t had a lot of time together as just us; it’s calm and quiet now, with only the crackle of the fire to interrupt us, and Bjorn’s snoring in bed.
He’s not waking for anything right now, I know, as I adjust myposition so I can slide into Ström’s lap. He pulls me in with his strong hands as he makes a deep growl of pleasure in his throat.
Though it’s quiet, just in case.
“You’re hot, drakaina…” he says, things getting sexy between us as we subtly thrust and move upon the couch now while we kiss. “Are you replacing one Bone Mage for another right now, since you couldn’t get the first one?”
“No.” I kiss him again, enjoying the soft fullness of his lips. “I’m getting hot because I’m hot for you, not because I’m thinking about Mikkel. He doesn’t want to be in our bond, and I don’t want him in it. But you, I want. Right now… if you’re up for it.”
“I’m always up for it.” Ström chuckles as his green eyes burn with a ring of brimstone now, the hot look of his dragon as he regards me. He is kneading my waist as I straddle him now on the couch. “Where do you want me?”
“Lay me down on the couch,” I say, because I know how I want it tonight. “I want to feel you pinning me down, holding me close, and devouring every part of me. I want to be yours tonight… and surrender to you. Just fucking forget all this dire shit we’re up against.”
“As my drakaina commands.” Ström gives a dark, incredible smile now as he nuzzles my nose. “But it’s morning, not night.”
“I don’t care.” I kiss his full, soft lips again. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
Ström needs nothing else as he gives me the hottest, darkest look ever, and rolls me down to the couch. One moment, I was straddling him—the next, I’m on my back on the chartreuse green velvet, breathless as Ström gazes down at me from up above.
Lowering down with his hands beside my shoulders, he lets nothing touch me now but his lips. It’s maddening, after everything I’ve just been through with Mikkel, to have Ström be denying himself to me like this, teasing me. It also makes me heat like a bonfire, as everything inside me opens wideto my mate.
To have him take me and fuck me—all morning long.
Ström lays down atop me. As he kisses me, delving in nice and slow and teasing me with his lips and tongue, he begins to move in a deep wave atop me. Grinding his hips into me, he pins me to the couch; I wrap my legs up around him, pulling him close with my arms.
Needing it.
Ström rides me in slow waves now, down into the sofa. It’s just like what Mikkel and I did earlier, except horizontal this time—and far more comfortable with my Second Drake, rather than the explosive passion that happened between me and Mikkel in the gaming room.
Ström is in this for the long haul, and he’s already my mate; he can feel everything this is doing to me, making me so hot and heavy from his delicious, slow riding.
Like two horny teenagers on prom night, we’re still dressed; Ström’s making me wait for him, and it’s the complete opposite of what I went through with Mikkel tonight.
It makes me spiral up now, hotter and hotter, as Ström’s and my dragons connect. We devour each other with lips and tongues, our bodies moving; as our dark Bloodwinds whirl through the room, our dragons twine into each other now, twisting up even tighter than our human bodies can as we heave and dry-fuck on the couch.
Hands are everywhere as we heat hard now, gripping, kneading, and hauling us closer. Still, Ström hasn’t made a motion to get undressed or undress me so we can actually fuck.
It’s driving me insane.
“Ström! Enough!” I break our kissing. “I need you, now.”
“Not yet,” he says diabolically. “I want you scalding, drakaina. I want you so hot for me, your juices are pouring through your borrowed undies and soaking this couch beneath your dress. I want you so full for me and needful, you explode into orgasm the moment I thrust inside you. Nothing else will do.”
“Is this punishment for almost mating Mikkel tonight?” I suddenly wonder aloud, though until right this moment, I didn’t think Ström had a jealous side.
