Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
To protect her.
Ours.
I quickly wind both arms around Cami’s depleted frame, unexpectedly coming once more when she melts against me. Feeling her flushed face nestle my chest has me suddenly realizing that her ultimate submission is a gift I’m not sure I deserve and that honoring her as well as learning to become worthy is now the true purpose of my existence.
Yes.
I cradle my Fated Mate with one arm and use the hand on the other to remove the tie from her mouth. Gently tipping her head upward is done to meet her dreamy gaze. “Satisfied?”
Cami offers a weak, playful grin. “I suppose.”
More?
Surprise launches her eyebrows to the ceiling. “Why do I hear a voice in my head?” She grimaces at the phrasing prior to correcting. “Why do I hear a new voice in my head? Did you fuck my inner warrior away?”
No.
“That’s Platinum.”
“I can hear him now?!”
Yes.
“As long as we’re touching,” I casually add, “we can communicate telepathically. It’s a special ability that only happens between dragon shifters and their mates.”
“That could come in quite handy,” she suggestively teases. “Between that and touching my mark-”
“We just bonded, Pint-Size. Could you please perhaps refrain from concocting ways to torture me during conferences for at least another ten minutes?”
“Only because you said please.”
The two of us share a small chuckle.
More?
She allows her green gaze I’ve never seen so bright to soften.
No, Platinum. I’m satisfied. I was just fucking with Ptur.
Positive?
Yes. Go ahead and get some rest.
Love.
I love you, too.
Her confession to him causes my jaw to crack open in shock.
“And I love you,” Cameron declares, small hands soaring up my chest to connect at the nape my neck. “And my human half wants to argue that it’s much too fast as well as much too insane—given that you’re still holding my mother hostage. But…but the other part of me has been screaming that shit from the moment we met. And you know what? I trust it. I trust that part of me. Being with you…feels…so natural that I can hardly remember what life without you was like. And honestly? I don’t want to remember. I want you in my world, fighting with me, fighting for me, for however long we’re going to live. To me that’s love.”
“I love you too, Fated Mate.” Lowering my forehead to rest against her is instant. “All of you. And there will never be a day that passes that you do not know it.” The gentle feathering of her lips with mine receives a soft sigh. “Or feel it.” A shallow thrust is thoughtlessly delivered, stirring my softening cock back to duty. “Understood?”
Cameron shivers from the slow grinding on a whimpered, “Yes.”
“Good.” I steal a long lick of her swollen mouth. “Now, let’s break a chair next…”
Her girlish giggles swiftly fade into airy moans as I drop our connected figures down into the nearest seat damn near destroying it on impact.
Eh.
What’s the harm in a little more property damage on bonding day?
After all, the cost to replace anything we break, pales in comparison to the pleasure we’ll make.
I’m sure maintenance will understand, and if not, I have no problem reminding them that they serve me, the same way I have no issue reminding my mate that I serve her.
Cameron
Seriously?
How the fuck are we arguing already?! We’ve been bonded for like forty-five minutes! Is there no honeymoon period on this side of The Fog?
When there’s no retort to my question, I redirect it to my orc side, receiving mere snores as an answer.
Right.
She’s in exhausted orgasmic bliss, and I’m beginning to wonder did I really think this whole bonded shit through. I mean I do love him—and Platinum too—but does loving him mean I have to be someone else? Am I still really my own separate creature, or am I now simply whatever it is who I’m mated to decides?
When he decided.
It better not be that.
Fuck it.
I refuse for it to be that.
I shake my head in denial from the opposite side of the elevator. “I am not changing my last name.”
Ptur’s firm expression remains unmoved. “Your last name is changing.”
“This is not a negotiation.”
“Correct.”
His swift and stoic retort crinkles my forehead in confusion. “I don’t think we’re on the same line of this merger, half.”
“I think we are, mate.”
The dinging of the elevator doors that connect us to the path that leads to the parking garage area prompts him to usher a hand for me to exit first. I cross the threshold, adjust my shoulder bag, and immediately stop to declare, “We just bonded, Ptur. We’re talking so fresh that I’m still walking around full of more than just that energy drink I had during the meeting.”
Pride pulls his lips up into a smile.
We should probably have a discussion about kids soon but crawling before we’re flying seems like the better call for now.