He’s got me trapped to him; his arms are around me now as he bends me back like a bow in his arms, up against the pool table, twisting my nipples viciously as we fuck.
I scream and spasm into orgasm yet again, and he flips me back down to the pool table where we started, as he hauls my legs wide and does me in powerful, non-stop thrusts.
I come one last time, as everything inside me roars to the skies, expanding throughout the gaming room with abandon. Finally, Mikkel can’t stand it; with a roar, he thrusts into me one final time, furious and deep, piercing me to my core as he explodes into orgasm and comes.
He collapses atop me. My most wrathful, most live-wire powerful drake is spent, heaving hard breaths in my arms. And then he laughs, and I laugh, too, stroking my fingers through his wavy dark hair.
And that laugh is everything I want in my life.
“My god, drakaina…!” Mikkel says as we both catch our breath. We’re both sweaty to beat the band, and I’m deliciously sore in the way only tremendously good sex can do, as Mikkel stretches to snag a chenille blanket from a couch near the pool table, tossing it over us so we don’t get chilly.
We cuddle together, and though the pool table isn’t the most comfortable spot to canoodle, it’s fitting, as we both relax in the afterglow. Mikkel laughs as he reaches up now, smoothing my crazy sex hair down as I pick out the elastic that held my braid, fanning my long locks out.
Mikkel runs my hair through his fingers now, obsessed with it like my white-blonde locks are pure gold. I watch him examine me as his dark eyes rove my body, my hair, my face.
Marveling at what he has found.
“I’ve never been able to fuck anyone like that. I’ve always wanted to… but never let myself completely go there. Not even once,” he says at last, as he watches me. A fire of brilliant copper is in his dark eyes now.
And I like it, to the max.
“Hey. First time for everything.” I grin at him, feeling something easy and calm between us at last. Because we needed to get all of that out of our systems before we could finally talk.
There’s a deep camaraderie between us now that I’ve never felt before, even when Mikkel helped us escape certain death in that boat outside of Copenhagen. My memories are crystal-clear after that ridiculously thorough fucking; I can recall everything of the Black Dragon, the Knights, my past, and why we were even down in Copenhagen in the first place.
For the first time since I was cursed.
“I hope it won’t be the last.” Mikkel eyes me candidly now, and I shake my head.
“No. I can guarantee you, it won’t be the last.”
“Good,” he says, then leans down and kisses me thoroughly to prove it to us both.
We have solidified the connection between us; deep inside, I feelour inner dragons rubbing and coiling against each other as they tie one another up in knots, just like Mikkel and I cuddle and entangle now on the table.
Though we didn’t shift, probably due to some kind of Storm Dragon dampening-magic here inside the palace, like at the amphitheater last night, I can feel how deeply our dragons bonded, rather than just our human bodies.
Because for the first time, Mikkel is trusting me, and I’m trusting him, as we hold each other on the ravaged pool table and sigh.
I feel something open up inside him now.
Something that had been long closed and dark.
“You wanted to know Lærke’s and my backstory… so here it is,” Mikkel says softly now as he watches me, and I watch him back, shocked that he’s opening up. We lay on our sides on the table with the blanket draped over us as he palms my hip, grips it, then eases.
“Lærke and I were just babies, one day old, when our parents were killed,” he says. He watches his hand on my hip, rather than gaze into my eyes, and I let him, quiet as he speaks. “But to understand us, you have to start further back, before we were even conceived. You see, our Danish Blood Dragon parents were elite fighters and guard personnel for the Jarl of Copenhagen… but what they really were, were moles. Planting themselves in the Jarl’s ranks because of what the Jarl was doing and opposing him at every turn.”
“What do you mean? What was your Jarl doing that your parents felt they needed to oppose?” I ask, curious and riveted to hear Mikkel and Lærke’s tale at last.
“By now, you’ve understood that the Jarl of Copenhagen does not like Bone Mages, or Bloodwalkers, for that matter.” Mikkel eyeballs me, and I know he has access to my memories of Emil Beck and staying at theForgyldt Bur, the hotel in Copenhagen that was sympathetic to Bloodwalkers and protecting our kind, in addition to Bone Mages.
“What you don’t know, is that both sides of my family have a longhistory of both Bloodwalkers and Bone Mages in their ranks—and my father and mother knew that when they met at one of Emil Beck’s events, though they themselves were neither.”
“They understood that any younglings they might have could be either, or both.” I see now as I blink.
“Precisely,” Mikkel eyeballs me again. “Since the Jarl of Copenhagen was unleashing truly diabolical pograms against both kinds of Blood Dragons, trying to wipe us out entirely, at the time, they went underground as fighters into his employ.”
“To try to stop his madness, or fuck it up, if they could,” I say as I understand, watching Mikkel’s dark eyes.
