“I want you to mark me, cupcake, and even more so, I want to cover you in my marks. I’ve always wanted that, but I’ve waited this long, and I plan to wait as long as necessary. I would never want you to feel pressured.”

  I believed him, but I could also see the pain associated with his words, how much he needed me and how much he’d been holding back.

  “What if I don’t want you to wait anymore?” I whispered, trying to be bold as heat infused every square inch of my skin.

  Gage’s gaze darkened. “I can’t mark you, cupcake. Not here. I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

  “And if I didn’t want you to control yourself?”

  He stilled, trembling with restraint as he lowered himself further against me. I parted my thighs for him, liking the feeling of his weight between my legs.

  Gage let out a deep groan. “I can’t take you, not here. I can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “It needs to be perfect, I—”

  “It already is.” I ran my fingers up his jaw and into his hair. “It’s always perfect with you. I don’t care where we are, Gage. I just want you.”

  His gaze regarded mine for a long second before something snapped free. “Fuck it.”

  I moaned as his lips met mine in a hot, demanding kiss. My legs wrapped around his hips as my fingers dug into his hair, securing him to me. It seemed to fuel him, and when he rolled us so that I was on top of him, I gasped at just how hard he was underneath me. Gage was big, I knew that, but feeling him so directly between my legs caused my body to break into a fiery inferno.

  “Sweater off,” he demanded.

  He groaned as I immediately complied with his command, slipping my sweater over my head, his fingers running over my skin as I tossed it to the side and began to pull at his shirt. He sat up, yanking the offensive garment off his body, allowing my hands to greedily run over his warm skin. When he flipped us again, making sure to lay me on top of our discarded clothes, I could see that his control and restraint were about to truly break. There was a tension to him as he looked over me, his breathing rough.

  “Are you sure, cupcake? I’m barely hanging on.”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Please, Gage.” My words sounded as needy as I felt, and I held my breath as I waited for him to give in. This wasn’t an option anymore. Right now it felt like my body was on fire with need for him.

  I exhaled in relief as he undid my jeans and slid them down my legs. He regarded me almost reverently as each inch of skin was exposed, and I opened my legs further for him, leaning up to pull him to me.

  He placed a palm on my hip, effectively halting the action. “Stay just like that, cupcake. I’ve been wanting to look at you like this for a long time now, and I plan on taking my fill.”

  I tried to not move, but I could barely stay still, my skin tingling with the need for his touch. As if knowing, his fingers moved to the lace of my panties and he snapped the sides, tossing them. His eyes closed and his nostrils flared as he scented me, and my cheeks turned bright red…until his mouth met my center.

  “Gage!” I cried as his tongue ran over my wet heat, my body so worked up that I nearly came right then. His hands tightened on my thighs as he continued to work and tease my body, my center growing even more wet as he held my climax right out of reach.

  “Need to get you ready,” he rasped. “Fuck, you taste good.”

  “I need to come,” I whimpered.

  “You’ll come on my cock then,” he growled, sliding two fingers inside of me. The action nearly had my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, my body adjusting to the size of his digits.

  His voice was filled with a primal roughness that almost made it hard to understand him. “Fuck, you are so tight. So tight. I have no idea how I’m going to fit inside of you, cupcake.”

  “Please, Gage.” I nearly cried with how frustrated I was, my entire body trembling.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Please,” I begged again as his lips brushed against my neck. I was going crazy, my body mindlessly urging for more.

  Pulling his fingers out, he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. His other hand worked to unbuckle his pants, releasing his erection. Holy fates. Gage was right—how was he going to fit inside of me?

  My eyes moved back up to his, which were shining with pure need and adoration. It was a toxic and amazing combination that made me want him that much more, dissolving my worries.

  “You think you can fit all of me?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, and when his cock slid over my slick entrance, my body broke into a heated flush, the cool air only increasing the sensation.

  “Let’s see, cupcake. Let’s see how much this little pussy can fit.”

  As he began to slide in, I gasped at the pleasurable intrusion. Gage leaned down before he was fully seated, kissing my lips and whispering the words I’d been needing to hear from him forever. “I love you, cupcake. I fucking love you.”

  Then he thrust inside of me. His massive length and his words had the entire world exploding in blazing heat, the pain of him invading my body absolutely nothing compared to the raw, primal connection soaring through me, the fullness making me feel like I was complete. Like he was finally home where he needed to be. Tears streamed down my face at the rightness.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, his words almost slurred. “I’m so sorry. I’ll make it better.”

  “You feel so good,” I whispered, surprise and then a lethal heat filling his expression. “You feel s-so good. I need you to move, though. You’re so big.”

  His cock pulsed at that, and he grunted and pulled back just slightly before pushing forward, my gaze moving down to where we were joined. There was blood there, and the proof of him taking me for the first time had me tightening around him further, loving the base connection it represented. I gripped his shoulders, moaning his name at the sensation of him filling me once again.

  “I love you,” I whimpered.

  My words seemed to break something inside of him. He pulled back and pushed back in, harder this time, beginning to pump in and out of me at a deep, intense pace. My nails dug into his back as I tightened my legs around him, loving the feeling of him lodging himself so deeply inside of me. I cried out his name as he slammed into me, my entire body shuddering in relief and an electric shock going right to my clit.

  “Mark me,” he growled against my lips. “Mark me while I drill inside of you, cupcake.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. My lips found his throat, and I bit down eagerly, his groan of my name and the way his cock pulsed making me think he’d come inside of me. That thought alone, along with the satisfaction of his bronze threads of magic intertwining with my obsidian ones, had a small climax rolling over me as he pulled back and began to do exactly as he said—drill into me.

  The scent of blood from my mark and him taking my virginity filled the air as my magic caused electricity to crack through the space. While I could feel the cave floor scratching my back, I didn’t care. I loved the feeling of him taking me so roughly, of him needing me so much that he couldn’t wait.

  “Gage!” I screamed as he hit so deeply that white-hot points of pleasure had me nearly climaxing around his cock. Holy fates. This felt so incredible, but I needed to come. I felt dizzy with need.

  His pace grew faster and less even as the sound of him pounding in and out of me filled the cave, the erotic noise causing me to only grow closer and closer to a climax I knew that would absolutely destroy me. When his lips drew down my jaw and to my throat, I arched against his mouth, wanting his teeth to slice into my skin.

  “I’m going to come inside you, Bex,” he groaned. “I’m going to fill you up with so much cum it’ll stay between your thighs all day.”

  Holy shit. I wanted that. I wanted that so much.

  More than anything, though, I wanted his mark. When my nails dug into his back, he bit my throat, causing me to absolutely detonate. A storm suddenly exploded out of me, pure euphoria filling my senses as electricity and thunder sounded outside and echoed through the cave. I cried out as our bond solidified, the twisted rope of our magic threads now coated in bronze. Unbreakable. Eternal.

  When he slammed into me one last time, roaring out my name, I felt his hot release fill me. I whimpered at the feeling, and when he held himself inside of me, I melted into the ground, unable to keep my eyes open. Everything around me was hazy and filled with a euphoric light that caused my head to spin.

  I pouted as Gage finally pulled back, and when my eyes opened, I found him staring at our combined release, his cock still hard as he ran the tip over my slit.

  “Gage,” I whispered, leaning up on my elbows to watch him push some of his cum back inside of me. His eyes languidly rose to meet mine as he did it again, and the action had something inside of me smoldering as Gage let out a noise that was completely inhuman.

  When his lips met mine, I smoothed my hands over his back, and the scent of blood filled the air. I pulled back, finding my hands coated in blood.

  “What the—”

  “Your claws,” he said with a hint of pride. “You shifted slightly, and your claws marked my back.”

  “And you’re okay with that?” I asked, embarrassed that I’d lost control enough to hurt him.

  “Feel free to do it again,” he growled, nipping my lip. “Mark me any way you want, as many times as you want, because I want my marks all over you too, cupcake.”

  “I love you,” I whispered, a softer smile flashing on his lips as he whispered it back. Relaxing back into the ground, I felt him slide his cum back inside of me once more before he slid my jeans back on for me.

  “I’m so tired,” I whispered.

  “You flew and got fucked—now you need food,” Gage said softly, although there was a bit of amusement to his voice.

  “Right.” I sighed happily, my eyes heavy. “Maybe I’ll just close my eyes for a minute…”

  I curled into Gage’s chest, trusting him to get us back home.

  Chapter Twenty

  Bexley Blackforge

  One minute I was sleeping in Gage’s arms, trusting that he would get me back to the dorms, and the next I was waking up in bed surrounded by all my mates. Before I even opened my eyes, a sleepy, satisfied smile filled my face. I hadn’t had a moment to consider it, but now that I was in bed with them, any fears of them being upset about what had happened between Gage and me slipped away. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but when Breaker’s arm tightened around me, grumbling about something under his breath, I let out a happy sigh.

  “Cupcake.” Gage’s voice was soft as it ran over my ears. My eyes opened to find him standing next to the bed, looking down at me with so much warmth it made my toes curl. Jagger was underneath my head, sleeping. I knew that ever since the Ioan thing, they switched off keeping watch at night, so I had to assume that was what Gage was doing up.

  “Morning,” I whispered.

  “I’m going to run out to talk to our professors,” Gage said, moving my hair out of my face. “Your morning class should be okay, but there’s a storm rolling in, so after that we’re going to come back to the dorms.”

  “Because the storms increase our power, right?” I was more than a bit sleepy right now, so it was possible I was wrong, but I didn’t think so…

  A warm light filled his gaze. “I love that you said our power. But yeah, you’re right. It makes them act fucking crazy, so I’m going to tell our professors and give them a warning that we may not be in class, just in case.”

  “Sounds good,” I murmured, yawning as my eyes closed once more.

  I drifted in and out of sleep, happily curled up between Jagger and Breaker, and it was only the sound of rain on the roof and the absence of two warm bodies in bed that finally pulled me from my slumber. Letting out a big yawn, I stretched, groaning at how good it felt. I wouldn’t lie, I was still a bit sore from both the flight and Gage, but overall I felt amazing.

  “Mo chuisle.” Breaker was suddenly next to me, and I offered him a sleepy smile.

  “Hey, you,” I whispered, sitting up fully—which is when I saw them. Them being the three stuffed dragons in the center of the bed, each in different shades of red, blue, and green. They were beautiful, and I didn’t even bother trying to contain the urge to snap them up into my arms as Breaker chuckled. I held them to my chest and looked up at him in surprise.

  “What are these? They are freakin’ adorable.” And would absolutely fit with my other three dragons, although they were slightly smaller than them, which made it that much cuter.

  Breaker let out an amused hum and sat on the edge of the bed. “What we got yesterday. We figured if Gage got to say he had children with you—”

  “We could also,” Jagger finished for him as he appeared with a mug of what smelled like peppermint coffee.

  “I love that.” I slipped out of bed and went to the chair that already held the other three dragons, placing a smaller dragon in front of each so they were like a happy little family. I turned with realization. “Wait, now I need one that looks like me. The three from Gage look like the three of you, and then if these are our kids…”

  “Then we need one of you,” Breaker agreed, and despite the light tone of the conversation, I could see a rolling darkness in his gaze, mixed with heat. I think Breaker liked the direction of this conversation a lot, and I couldn’t lie…I did as well.

  “We can make that happen,” Jagger said, handing me the coffee and kissing the top of my head. “But before we do that, we need to get you some breakfast.”

  “What about class?” I looked up at the stormy skies. “Crap, did I miss it? I’m never going to make it to this freakin’ class at this rate.”

  “You didn’t miss it,” Jagger promised. “It’s just starting to storm, so we aren’t going.”

  “Oh.” I deflated. “Is it okay for us to go to breakfast then?”

  “Should be—most students will already be going to class by the time we get there.”

  I nodded and looked down at my stuffed animals before going up on my toes and giving Jagger a kiss. I then rounded the room and did the same to Breaker. “You both are amazing,” I said softly.

  Breaker chuckled. “Make sure to mention that to Gage—he’s been walking around like he’s king of the world this morning.”

  Jagger wrapped an arm around me from behind and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “I suppose I can’t blame him. I’d feel the same way if I had the honor of being with Bexley.”

  Oh my fates.

  My skin broke out into shivers as I tilted my head back to look at him, and Breaker let out a hum of agreement. The way the two of them were looking at me was enough to make my knees weak, and if it wasn’t for the sound of the elevator door opening… Well, I wasn’t sure what I would do. I knew what my body wanted, but I wasn’t positive I was ready for that.

  “Here he comes,” Jagger grunted, and I let out a small giggle at his disappointment at being interrupted.

  “Cupcake, you’re up. Good,” Gage said as he entered my bedroom. His eyes immediately went to me, warmth infusing them as he smiled. It was a reckless and gorgeous look that had me feeling momentarily breathless.

  Then he looked at the other two and scowled. “If either of you try to cover my scent on her, I’ll kill you.”

  I blinked in surprise as Jagger laughed—literally laughed—thoroughly amused. I was confused for a minute, but then Breaker’s fingers smoothed right over my throat, narrowly avoiding my new mating mark.

  “Would never even consider it, buddy,” Breaker said, but it didn’t stop Gage from tracking his every movement. Did he not want him to touch my mating mark? I felt like that was kind of unavoidable.

  “Wait, I love having all of your scents on me,” I said. Gage looked like he was freaking pouting, but there was a lightness to him today, one that seemed to fill the entire room with an electric energy.

  “He’ll be fine, his dragon just needs twenty-four hours,” Jagger said, still sounding amused and unbothered by the notion.

  “Until then, he’s going to be weird,” Breaker confirmed.

  “We need to get her breakfast,” Gage said, continuing as if they hadn’t said anything, “I’m worried you haven’t eaten yet. We should just go now.”

  “I have to brush my teeth,” I said as I stepped from between them, holding my coffee to my nose as I passed Gage. I lightly kissed his cheek, making a rumble escape his throat, and I disappeared into the main room and towards the bathroom.

  I swear I heard Breaker say something about Gage acting like a psycho, but it was muffled when I closed the bathroom door. My eyes widened at the reflection that greeted me in the mirror. What the heck?

  The first thing I noticed was that I looked like a hot mess. Enough so that I turned on the shower because my hair looked like a rat’s nest, tangled in some spots and pressed flat in others. My clothes were messy and wrinkled, though I was thankful that Gage had changed me into something more comfortable once we got home. I still didn’t know how he’d done that…I would have to ask.

  The second thing I noticed was the mark on my neck. There was a bite mark, of course, but in the center of the mark was a patch of bronze scales. They were faint and seemed to almost blend into my skin, but I knew I wasn’t imagining them as I watched them sparkle beneath the bathroom vanity lights. Had my marks on Gage and Jagger done the same?

  Stepping out of the bathroom, I found Jagger in the kitchen. I walked up to him and pulled down the collar of his sweater without explanation. My bite was still there, but no scales. Walking over to Gage, who was watching me with interest—I wasn’t sure where Breaker had disappeared to—I turned his neck and found a patch of black scales.

  “Well, that answers that.” I made a happy noise and went back towards the bathroom.

  “Wait, what?” Gage asked.

  “She’s trying to figure out when the scales appear on the mating marks,” Jagger said, having put it together. He kissed the side of my head in passing, explaining, “It happens when we’ve both marked one another.”

 

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