Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

There were a million reasons why he needed to get in the bed with her. The list was long and airtight.

Yes, she was naked. But that was actually better.

Skin contact was the absolute best way for him to help her regulate her flame and temperature. It was also the best way to pull out the excess Luminari light that had been building since she woke.

Nothing was going to happen. He was exhausted and had finished twice in her bathing chamber. Two rounds of it meant the tank was empty until morning.

His dragon rumbled impatiently.

You came twice. Nothing will happen. Get in the bed.

"Did you just use my own argument against me? Did my own dragon just—you know what, fair. Goddamnit."

Kael bolted Guinevere’s doors and started back towards the bed. Halfway there he froze. If she woke up naked on top of him, she would absolutely panic.

She needs us. We hold her now.

"Yes, we hold her. Do us both a favor and act like a dragon."

He settled onto the bed, carefully drawing her on top of him without looking at her naked body. But fuck, he felt every inch of it. Skin against skin.

It didn’t matter. He was here for healing. Not for the way her breasts pressed against his chest or the soft heat between her thighs. Healing.

Her flame was barely an ember and needed a spark. His wasn’t much better, but he had enough to wake hers. When he pushed it into her, hers responded like a fire being given air. It roared back to life, then fed him in return, the power looping between them in a tightening cycle that gained strength with every pass.

Kael blinked at the ceiling, stunned. He had never heard of that being a thing.

His dragon was unimpressed.

Two flames. One fire. Mate. Obvious.

Without thinking, his hand moved to the back of her head, working slow circles just as he had been doing before the healer arrived. Tension drained out of her body, every muscle relaxing into him. Unconscious or not, she was stressed and this absolutely helped.

Somewhere in the middle of it, the room stopped being dark.

Kael looked down. They both were glowing gold, dim at first, but brightening by the second.

Then his hand tingled, and he realized it wasn’t just flame moving between them.

The ring that saved his life, the one she’d given him, cooled for the first time all night. It had been burning for hours, and he had assumed it was tied to whatever was happening with her light. This confirmed it. He could feel the excess pulling into him through contact. Slow, but it was happening.

She made a noise against him, one of relief. A sound that sent more blood south.

His heartbeat was doing a full drum solo in his ears. She was still very naked on top of him. He was also very hard. Both facts he already knew. He had the data and it hadn’t changed. But it had his full, undivided, slightly panicked attention.

Then her scent shifted without warning.

One second Kael was lying on the bed with her on top of him, the next he was seeing gold spots, blinking up at the ceiling.

"Gwen, I really need your subconscious to stop this shit."

Control slipped. His hips rolled up into her on their own, pressing his aching length against her before he could stop it.

Another involuntary thrust. Then another.

"I want to fuck you. I’m also trying to not fuck you. Both things are happening."

To his horror, she rolled against him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck more.

"I’m going to hell. Multiple hells. They’ll name a new one after me."

His dragon surged so hard, Kael saw gold and nothing else, and his body wasn’t his anymore. His hips were moving, chasing friction, and she was starting to grind back against him.

"Please, I can’t," he panted to his dragon. To the Goddess. To the empty room.

The pounding in his ears got louder as he fought for control. Without touching any bandages, he cupped her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks.

Instantly, the runes on her body flashed bright. But it wasn’t just her. White bright symbols were forming on his arms in real-time.

He stared at the symbols writing themselves and understood he was essentially watching a fuse burn. Half a second later, the fuse hit the powder, and it wasn’t just his dragon he was fighting anymore. Something else took control.

"I can’t stop," he groaned, panting. "I’m going to touch you, baby, just like this."

His hand moved lower behind her and he pushed one finger inside of her. The white runes on her skin blazed brighter, his matching in answer. The sensation and tightness of her heat made his cock throb.

Just in case his private war for self-control wasn’t enough, she rolled her hips once, pushing back against his finger. Difficulty level increased.

"Fuck."

Game over. It ended in a knockout, actually.

His finger started thrusting on its own. He wasn’t running the show but he was in the audience and the sexual urges he’d been suppressing for weeks teamed up with the winner.

She rolled again, then started matching his thrusts, unconsciously fucking herself on his hand. The runes grew brighter and brighter on both of their bodies.

The rising pressure inside her echoed straight into him through light and flame. Before marking, that was exclusive to fated mates. Wonderful. Another unsubtle hint from the universe.

He felt the exact moment her orgasm started tightening, but it stopped.

"Give me what I want. Cum for daddy, all over my hand."

She let out a noise that was a full-on sex groan that would be in Kael’s head for the rest of time, and started to hump him harder, spasming.

Luminari light released into Kael like ecstasy.

"Holy..."

Warmth spread through his chest. The aches that had been there since last night dulled.

His hand moved faster as she rode it out. Every wave of pleasure sent another heavy rush of light straight into him, and his body was drinking it like water after a drought. He was also dangerously close to cumming.

He was not going to finish all over her.

He was especially not going to picture finishing inside her.

Fuck, this was hard. He was right there with her, ready to spill, but he forced himself to lock it down and held the line goddamnit.

Then the runes quieted, but the energy was still there, waiting. She needed to release more. His instincts screamed that it had helped her. His instincts were also very horny.

He pulled his hand away from her, taking back control. His dragon immediately had opinions.

Light wants out. We pull it out. She feels better. Simple.

"Simple," Kael repeated flatly.

Yes. Simple. Even you should be able to follow this one.

"You want simple? Here’s simple. She wakes up, doesn’t remember me, finds me in her bed with my hands on her, and I get thrown off a tower. Simple enough for you?"

Won’t happen.

"How do you know?"

She will like it.

"SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHO I AM."

Her body does.

"That is not the same thing and you know it."

Same thing.

"It is NOT the—"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I am arguing with—"

The runes flashed and that thing took over again, cutting Kael off mid-sentence.

You took too long. The light does it now for us.