Their moans fluttered through the air. Her body was burning up with a fine sheen of sweat coating her. They continued to thrust and rub each other. The nerve endings in her body were frazzled. There was so much pleasure coursing through her body at the moment, she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.
Kelsey cried out, thrusting harder. The grip along her neck tightened even more, and she loved the feeling of the possessive hold.
It was a statement.
She belonged to Mythia.
There was no argument, for she knew it to be true. Kelsey closed her eyes and fell into the moment. With the feel of their combined juices coating their inner thighs, she was finding it hard to hold herself still.
“More,” she whimpered.
“Yes, mate. I’ll give you more,” Mythia asserted. Their movements became frenzied as they both sought their release. Hard and fast, Mythia thrust her hips in hot, circular motions. Her hand tightening to where it left Kelsey taking short gasps of air. She was floating along the clouds of her euphoric journey.
Kelsey couldn’t hold back any longer. Her orgasm burst forth, sending waves of ecstasy through her body. She screamed as her body arched off the couch.
Mythia maintained a tight hold on her while her grunts turned into cries of ecstasy as she too reached her climax. A warmth bathed Kelsey’s center as Mythia’s release escaped her.
A strong burst of energy surged through the air.
Mythia collapsed on top of Kelsey while they both panted, trying to catch their breath. Wrapping her arms around Mythia, Kelsey held her in place.
This was her mate.
Her dragon shifter.
She would never let her go.
Maybe the need to reclaim her family’s heirloom was fate sending her to her destiny.
They lay together until they were both breathing at a normal rate. Kelsey didn’t care to know how much time had passed. This moment was precious to her.
Something had shifted between them.
She had fallen for the dragon shifter.
Mythia lifted her head up and met her gaze. Kelsey reached for her face and brought her down for a kiss.
No words were needed.
Mythia walked into the bedroom and found Kelsey standing by the window in their bedroom.
Mythia didn’t require much sleep. Her dragon was barely able to settle knowing that Xomor was going to try and figure out who his kin was that had touched the medallion.
She had left the room to allow Kelsey to rest. Their lovemaking in the sunroom had only been the beginning. She’d brought her mate to their bedroom, where it had continued on for hours. Her dragon was insatiable when it came to their mate.
She was pleased that Kelsey appeared to keep pace with her.
After multiple orgasms, her little human finally fell into a hard slumber.
The desire for her mate remained strong. Instead of waking Kelsey again so she could have her, Mythia left the room. She’d went down to the library and tried to research the connection that Xomor claimed he had on the Rose family.
She’d kept centuries of records, but couldn’t find what she was looking for. She sent an urgent message to Galdar, her older brother. She hadn’t spoked to the grumpy dragon in at least fifty years. His lair was located in the Rif Mountains along the Mediterranean coastline of Morocco, and it was rare for him to venture into her part of the world.
If anyone could trace down a family lineage, her brother could. She just had to wait for him to contact her. Afterward, she had gone to speak with Fiona to request a special breakfast for them.
She quietly made her way across the room while taking Kelsey in. She was dressed in a white floor length silk robe, and her dark hair was left to fall freely around her shoulders. Mythia arrived behind Kelsey and slid her arms around her waist, pulling her back to her.
She nuzzled her face into the crook of Kelsey’s neck. “Morning, mate.”
