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Plunging his tongue into Mary's mouth, Drykin echoed her groan with his own masculine one. He wrapped his arms securely around her and tangled his fingers in her hair, positioning her head to maximize both their pleasure. Over and over he licked at her mouth and sucked her lips. Drykin's kiss of seduction turned into one meant to claim. And Mary was more than willing to let him.

She was about to lose herself in the passion he'd created when he pulled back to look at her. His eyes glowed a red that should have seemed eerie. Instead, it only emphasized his need. Mary smiled at her thoughts.

"You still think I look like a monster?” The question seemed to hurt him, but the light in his eyes didn't diminish.

She pulled him down for a lingering, wet kiss. “To some, maybe. Not to me, Drykin. Never to me."

And she meant it. She didn't know how or why, but his fierceness was beautiful to her. This man had fought many battles—she could see them in his mind—and he deserved someone to accept and love him because of what he was. Not in spite of it.

With a desperate groan he took her mouth again and flexed his hips, rocking his cock between them against her clit covered by cotton panties and jeans. The contact sent tendrils of pleasure coiling around her, and she wrapped her legs around him in invitation. His tail encircled her left ankle, urging her leg higher over his hip. His breathing was as ragged as hers, and still he kissed her.

After what seemed like forever, yet not nearly long enough, Drykin pulled away from her. “I want you, Mary. Here. Now. In my bed. If you have any doubts, if you aren't sure you can live here with me forever, tell me now and we'll stop. Once I've taken you as my mate, I will never let you go. No matter what you want."

"I'm only twenty-six, Drykin. I can't wrap my head around ‘forever.’ But I can assure you of this. I don't want to be without you. I can't promise I won't miss my friend, but I've got nothing else for me anywhere but here."

He smiled warmly at her. “That's an honest answer. It's all I can expect."

"Then shut up and make love to me. Make me want to stay here with you."

Drykin unfastened her jeans and slid them down her hips along with her panties. Mary thought about letting him undress her completely but decided all she was doing was prolonging her own misery. She shimmied out of her shirt, but before she could get to her bra, Drykon sliced the front of it open with one sharp talon. He didn't give her enough time to shrug out of it. Which was fine with her.

Instead of plunging into her like she wanted and expected, he shoved her legs apart and pulled them over his shoulders. Mary knew what he was going to do, but at the first touch of his tongue on her pussy she screamed in the most tremendous pleasure she could ever remember.

"That's it, my Mary,” Drykin purred from between her legs. “Tell me what you want."

Mary's vision narrowed to the Darkling between her legs. She wasn't sure how she managed to find her voice, but she did. It might have been husky with need, but she managed to get the words out. “You, Drykin. I want you."

He latched on to her clit this time and sucked gently, alternately making a swipe through her cunt lips. Several times, he did this, always coming back to her clit. Every time she got close to coming, Drykin pulled back and started all over again. His animalistic growls and grunts fueled her own lust, and she shrieked and pulled at his head and horns.

The horns were a definite plus at the moment. They gave her something solid to grab on to and pull him up her body. He chuckled and nipped her body in various places on the way up, lingering on one breast for a few seconds.

"My little human is impatient. Do you know how dangerous I am, my Mary? Are you not impressed with my ability to slay the dark creatures haunting the night?"

"Of course I am. But right now, you need to be worried about me and what I'll do if you don't deliver on the pleasure you're dangling in front of me. Things that go bump in the night aren't nearly as frightening as a woman left wanting, my Drykin.” She grinned, deliberately using his name as possessively as he'd used hers.

"I love a woman who knows what she wants,” he muttered before swiping his cock through her pussy once, then sliding home.

Mary wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and savor the moment, but she couldn't. She couldn't take her eyes off Drykin. She couldn't look away from the look of pure bliss on his face, and she knew that her own face mirrored it. She braced her feet on his calves and met each slow thrust with her own. He felt so good inside her; it was nothing short of magical.

They moved fluidly. As one. Mary groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder. Tentatively, she licked his collarbone. She couldn't help it. He tasted slightly salty with sweat, but also wild and otherworldly. There was nothing ordinary about him. Nothing like any man she'd ever known. Drykin was everything she'd ever wanted in a man.

His dark skin gleamed in the light, and his muscles rippled around her as he plunged into her over and over. His grunts and groans echoed her own squeals of pleasure, and he clung to her as much as she clung to him.

"Yes, my Mary. Can you feel how much I want you? Do you know how good it feels inside you?"

"Oh, Drykin! I do! I can! Please don't stop! Faster! Harder!"

At her command, Drykin fucked her in earnest. Their flesh slapped against each other in a sharp staccato. The sounds filled the air along with their screams and cries. Mary arched up to meet every thrust with one of her own, and Drykin slammed into her with an almost painful force. Mary loved every moment of it. This was how sex was supposed to be. All-consuming. So pleasurable she never wanted it to end.

"Now, my Mary,” Drykin croaked. “Come for me. Come for me now!"

And just that easily, she did. Her orgasm seized her so powerfully and suddenly, all she could do was lay there on her back and ride it out. Her cunt spasmed around Drykin's dick in ever-strengthening pulses until she felt him spill his seed inside her. With a tremendous roar, Drykin threw his head back and howled his completion. Veins stood out on his neck and shoulders as he strained during his release.

He was beautiful to her.

After a while, the contractions ceased and they both collapsed. Drykin rolled them so they lay on their sides. He kissed her quickly before retrieving a damp cloth and cleansing her and himself. With a groan, he climbed back into bed beside her and pulled her securely to him.

"Sleep, my Mary. Tomorrow, we'll start your new life."

Mary knew she should ask questions, but it really didn't matter. She was here. And she wasn't leaving Drykin's side.

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Chapter Four

There were no dreams. When Mary awoke, she felt more refreshed than she could ever remember. This time, she didn't even question if recent events were real or fantasy. She knew. She'd always known. For the first time in her adult life, she felt like she knew her destiny and she reveled in it.

Hopping out of bed, Mary looked around her new home. The bed was huge and plush, the carpet soft and springy. There was a cushioned window seat overlooking a majestic mountain lake. The sun sank low just above the mountaintop and the sky was blazoned with red and orange. Mary gasped and marveled at the beauty of it. It was so beautiful, it made her heart ache and tears formed in her eyes.

"Are you ready, my Mary?"

Drykin's voice was deep and warm. She turned to him with a smile and took his outstretched hand. He was truly a magnificent man.

"It's so beautiful, Drykin.” She glanced back over her shoulder at the splendor below them.

He smiled. “I know. I positioned the house for just that view from this window. I hope it pleases you."

"You built the house specifically for this view?” He was a romantic. Who'd have guessed? “Well, you definitely have good taste.” She fell into step with him as he led her out of the bedroom. “Where are we going?"

"To the lake. I have everything prepared. It should be comfortable even in the chilly evening air."

"Comfortable for what?” She was more curious than anything. Whatever he had planned was bound to be life-changing, but then, she'd already given up her old life. She knew Drykin wouldn't do anything to harm her. Whatever happened next didn't really matter as long as he was at her side.

He didn't look at her, but he smiled. “I'll always be with you, my Mary. The small ceremony we perform now will bind us together in the eyes of the One God.” He did look at her then. “But as far as I'm concerned, when you gave yourself to me so freely and passionately this morning, we were already bound."

Mary returned his smile and squeezed his hand. “Just promise me it won't hurt too much."

Drykin chuckled. “Only if you ask for a spanking, my Mary. This is about affirming our affection and growing love for one another. If you prefer a little rough loving, then that's what you'll get. However, should you prefer it gentle, I'll be more than happy to restrain myself."

"Oh, you!” Mary laughed and gouged Drykin in the ribs. He flinched and gave a sharp yelp, but laughed and didn't let go of her hand. It struck Mary that she'd never been so totally at ease like this with another person since the death of her parents a couple of years back. Now—finally—she understood why her mother gave up the battle with cancer she'd fought for five years when her father had been killed in the automobile crash. They had shared a similar camaraderie with each other for more than thirty years. She'd have been lost, too.

It hit her so profoundly that she didn't realize she'd stopped walking. Drykin didn't pull her along—instead, he stopped with her. He didn't seem in a rush to get to their destination; he just let her do what she needed to do. Right now, she was discovering how much he really meant to her. Mary could feel the gamut of emotions coursing through Drykin, all of them positive, and she knew without a doubt he loved her too.

"Did you really expect anything else?” His question was spoken softly as he smiled at her. “You're everything I asked for in a woman and more. I had no choice but to love you. The moment you opened that book, I was yours."

Mary threw her arms around Drykin's neck. He laughed happily and hugged her back. “You're an amazing woman, my Mary. I'm blessed to have this time with you."

"I'm here as long as you want me. You've managed to get under my skin in a very short period of time. I'm already not willing to imagine my life without you. I don't want to. And I don't plan on it."

"You won't have to.” He gave her a final squeeze before breaking their embrace to look at her. “Are you ready, my Mary? I want to seal our bond, but more than anything, I just want you again.” He glanced down at his erect cock and grinned. “I'll always want you again."

Mary giggled. The knowledge of his longing combined with the combined love and lust he held deep inside him for her and only her made her tingle inside, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. “Lead the way. I'm as anxious as you are."

They walked through the grass down the hill to the lake. As they got closer, Mary saw a large area carpeted with small flowers. In the middle of it was a large feather bed with plush comforters and pillows. It looked like something out of a fairy tale.

"Did you do all this?” Mary had never seen anything so romantic except in movies.

"Does it meet your approval, then?” He squeezed her hand as they stopped just at the edge of the carpet of flowers.

"It's breathtaking, Drykin. You're such a softie.” She laughed when he cringed.

"I'm a dangerous hunter. There's nothing soft about me."

"You're a romantic at heart. Some would say that makes you a softie.” Mary smiled and caressed his face. This man wasn't soft, no matter her teasing. He was strong. Strong of body, strong of mind, strong of heart.

"Absolutely not.” He stood up straighter, captured her hand in his, and brought it to his lips. “It only means I love you and would do anything I could to make you happy. Any man who loves another like I love you is the strongest man in the world because of his willingness to look like a romantic fool."

A deep, gruff voice cut through the picture perfect scene and Mary's heart lurched. “Well, you got the fool part right, anyway."

Mary whipped around to see the same Drakonion who'd tried to kidnap her earlier. He stood there, arms crossed and not moving. His wings were tucked behind him, and it looked like he meant to do nothing other than stand there.

"Brother,” Drykin growled, pushing Mary behind him and grasping her wrist. Mary tried to peep around him, but Drykin spread his wings, effectively blocking her view and shielding her from the Drakonion at the same time. “You cannot interfere."

"I'm not here to interfere,” the Drakonion hissed. “I'm here to make sure the deed is done. If she backs out, then I want her."

"She's here of her own free will. Had she not wanted this, she'd have returned to her world."

"Ah, but she did. And I claimed her."

Mary could hear the evil lust, but it was more than that. This creature didn't want her for a companion—he was looking for someone to fulfill his own needs and desires. He cared nothing for her. Not that it mattered.

She wanted to say something, but she knew Drykin wanted her to stay silent. He knew the other man better than she did, so Mary only listened and tried to be ready should there be a need to flee.

"She didn't choose, brother. She only needed time to accept something strange to her. Because I love her, I chose to give her that time.” Mary could feel the frustration within Drykin. He knew the other man had no idea what he meant, but he was compelled to try to explain anyway. “You can't force a woman to love you, brother. She has to accept you as you are and you have to accept her. When it's true love, nothing else matters. Don't you see?"

The Drakonion snorted. “What ever you say. We were promised a woman and I mean to get one."

"Not you, brother.” Mary could feel the sadness envelop Drykin, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. He covered her hands with one of his. The need to hide her from the threat of the Drakonion was almost as strong as the need to draw from the strength she offered him. “You chose to harm that which we were sent to protect. Until you reaffirm to the cause set before us, you'll never receive your reward."

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