CoLu Week Day 5: Delirious
Delirious
Synonyms: unhinged, maniacal, crazed, demented, hallucinatory, incoherent, bewildered, lightheaded, lunatic, out of one's mind.
Antonyms: rational, lucid, sane, collected, balanced, sound, reasonable, normal, unexcited, unhappy.
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"Does the poor grouchy dragon need a kitty to snuggle?" The blond was using that condescending tone people use on babies and puppies. He was neither.
"You know snakes eat cats when they get the chance." He grinned down at her and took a step closer, expecting her to back up again, like she always did when he got to close. She didn't this time.
"In that case I volunteer Happy as your snuggle kitty. He called me fat again this morning and deserves to be eaten. Start with his tail. He's very proud of it." He blinked at her. What? "And then his tongue so he can't do that 'you llliiiiike him' thing."
"You want me to eat your boyfriend's cat?" Her perfectly manicured finger was suddenly in his face. He snapped at it. He missed, which was sad because he was pretty sure she was delicious. Then she snapped her teeth at his face and he was the one backing up this time. His inner dragon started up with a pleased growl.
"Natsu is not my boyfriend! You of all people should know that!" He felt like someone had flipped the lights on after he had been sitting in the dark for hours. He blinked at her again.
"I can hear you know. 'Fight, Fire, Food, Luce, Fairy Tail, Food, Fight, Luce, Food, Fire, Fairy Tail, Luce, Fight, Fire, Luce, Fairy Tail, Fight..." Her hand was over his mouth. He had to wonder what she would do if he licked her hand.
"You don't need magically enhanced hearing to hear that. Natsu isn't very complicated. What about me? What do you hear in my head, All Knowing Cyclops?" She pulled her hand away and for a moment he thought about catching it in his teeth.
"A symphony of chaos." She rolled her big brown eyes.
"What does that even mean?" He grinned and leaned into her space.
"Whatever I want it to mean, Starshine." The music that he constantly heard from her dropped, taking on a deeper, darker tone.
"What about what I want, Nightshade?" His dragon started strait up purring. He had no clue what was going on with her, but he really liked it.
"Well if I were you I'd think long and hard about what I wanted before I accidently got what I was asking for." She was sorely tempting his dragon to do something he couldn't take back.
"Oh? Know what I want do ya?" She leaned closer. At this point there were only inches between them. He was pretty sure she was insinuating something, but her scent was filling his head and making it hard to focus. It was always like this with her. Her music always called for his full attention and when he caught her scent it always made him a little dizzy. Like when he had one to many holly berries without using enough of his magic and the poison started going to his head.
"Trouble is what you are asking for. Whether it's what you actually want..." He let that silent threat hang in the air, expecting her to back down. Instead the music rose in what he could have only described as a victorious shout. There was a flash in her eyes, and before he could take those as the warning signs they were and fucking run she lunged.
His inner dragon gave an ecstatic scream when her teeth latched onto the side of his neck, not hard enough to break the skin, or even hurt, but she was very much biting him. He had been fighting this for months. Listening to his dragon growl and keen, occasionally throwing huge ass tantrums inside his head. Much, much, much longer than months if he counted the pathetic whimpers and wails of despair that had echoed in his head since he first laid eyes on her and then promptly screwed the fuck out of his whole entire life, because he refused to accept what it was telling him.
The very tiny part of his brain that was still functioning on a human level was insisting that this was not really happening. Starshine would never stoop to bite him. Even if she did she wasn't a dragon slayer. She couldn't have any idea what she was doing, what she was saying to the dragon inside him. He was dreaming, or hallucinating, or... something.
She was purity and goodness and perfection. She would never lay claim to something like him. Especially in front of the entire guild, including the other dragon slayers who should know what kind of message she was sending to his inner dragon. Speaking of which... Why was nobody fucking doing something to bloody stop her?
The rest of him, meaning every single nerve in his body, the crippled muscle that struggled to pump the poisonous blood through his veins, his dark and bloodstained soul, and most especially his inner dragon, were screaming that they didn't give a shit what his brain said. Lucy Heartfilia, his Starshine, had bitten him, marked him, claimed him. His mate wanted him.
That tiny part of his brain didn't have what it took to stop him from slamming her against the wall, and when the shock caused her to lose her hold on his neck, latching onto her neck in turn, with just enough pressure that his sharp teeth drew a single drop of sweet blood that ran over his tongue. When her inner music changed to a happy hum backed by an excited trill and she didn't push him away a contented draconic purr escaped him. It was a growl really, but to anyone familiar with slayers it was the opposite of threatening.
He felt the smallest of shudders run through her. That tiny part of his brain was all but hysterical, afraid he had frightened or hurt her, but when his hands came to rest on her waist hers found their way to his hair and he heard her sigh happily. His brain quit fighting then, or maybe it passed out in shock, either way he couldn't hear it anymore. His purr grew louder.
An all but deafening crash drew enough of his attention from his mate that he heard the rest of the guild again. He didn't move but he did listen. Mira had passed out as soon as she realised the possible significance of their little exchange. Midnight had caught his girlfriend before she could hit the ground, but not the tray laden with dishes she had been carrying. Hence the crash.
To anyone else he was sure it was a silent as a grave, but he could hear the insanity that was happening inside the minds of their guildmates. Surprisingly the slayers all seemed pleased with him, or them, or whatever. Though he did catch a couple 'if you hurt her' type threats. They had known he was fighting the bond. To a slayer the signs were there. They understood what accepting the mate bond ment for both himself and Starshine. Lug Nut's little Bluebird was sickeningly smug. Apparently she considered the information she had shared with Starshine to be the catalyst that allowed his mate to, in her words, finally get that stubborn bastard to accept her.
What really shocked him was what he heard from the rest of her team. She was so bold. I'm proud of her. I wish I could find it in myself to be as bold with Jellal. We should celebrate Lucy's new happiness. With cake! From Snowcone, who knew he was probably listening, he heard a simple About fucking time.
From his own team, the members of what used to be Crime Sorciere who had joined Fairy Tail when they received their pardons after the war, he heard shock. Meredy was a gibbering mess even in her own mind. The only thing he heard from her that he could make out was the phrase I ship it! which only made sense to him due to his exposure to the Cavity Queen and the She Demon. Jellal was starting a lot of questions and finishing none of them. But... How... She... When... Did... Why... Wha... Midnight was the only person he had let himself talk to about Fairy Tail's celestial spirit wizard. He had never strait up admitted she was the only mate his dragon would ever pine for, (though he had told Kinana that he had ruined his chances at ever having one), but he had dropped hints. I told you you should have talked to her.
The reactions from the rest of the guild were as varied as their magics. What is going on? Wow. Should we separate them? Is Lucy trying to pick a fight with him or something? Did they just bite each other? What has gotten into Cobra? Is Lucy ok? Under all the overlapping noise Cobra could just barely hear Kinana's soft inner voice. Lucy? Oh, Erik. Lucy is your mate? You must have thought she wouldn't accept you. I'm so happy for you, Erik.
Damn right. He had thought she would reject him outright. He had never directly attacked her, but he had absolutely tried to kill her friends. That was worse than trying to kill Starshine in her eyes. He had backed Midnight and done nothing to save her when she was being sacrificed to the stupid fish clock. That was betrayal no matter whose book you were looking at. He didn't want to let her go, but the guild was not really the best place for private conversations.
He kept his hands where they were, but released his hold on her neck. He gently ran his tongue over the tiny puncture wound one of his fangs had left. The tiny whine that escaped her sounded like a plea to him, or a prayer. He needed more. More of Starshine, more of her music. He very much needed to hear her to make that sound again, but not here.
"Cobra." Starshine breathed his name, barely speaking at all. "Now that I have your attention do you think we should continue this talk somewhere else?" He couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"You always had my attention, Starshine." He pulled back to look in her eyes. The crowd began to murmur behind him and he turned to glare at them. "All you shit fuckers can go back to minding your own fucking business."
He wrapped a hand around his mate's tiny wrist and gently pulled her out of the guild. Those idiots were going to talk about this anyway, but that didn't mean he wanted to hear it. He would take her to his place. It was far enough away and warded enough that he didn't have to hear. And Starshine would like the garden.
"Starshine, huh?"
"Does it bother you?"
"Of course not. It's beautiful. It's just that it's, well, nice. And you don't really do nice with anyone but Kinana."
"Have you not heard me call you that?"
"I've never heard you call me anything at all really. For a person who has always had your attention I've had surprisingly little interaction with you." He paused for a second to think of that before continuing on.
"Well, I have been actively avoiding you since before you even met me, so I guess that makes sense."
"What?" She stopped walking this time. He could hear the hurt in her voice. "Why?" He turned to her and let his fingers graze her cheek.
"I heard your soul singing. You were angry and afraid and it was still the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. My dragon flipped shit and I was to stupid and to full of myself to understand what it was trying to tell me. I chose to hear it as a warning."
"A warning? Of what? It's not like I could have hurt you." He laced his fingers through hers and tugged her forward again.
"I can't hear you, so you probably had a better chance than most of that group."
"But you just said you heard my soul singing..."
"Singing. With you I don't hear words. I hear music. I only hear words when you... think loudly."
"Oh... Oh! Things make so much more sense now..." Her voice trailed off into a mumble. He waited. She didn't start speaking again and he realised he was going to have to prompt her. That was really weird for him. With his magic he didn't have to ask questions. He heard everything.
"Like what?"
"Like, did you really think Natsu and I were a thing? I mean you can hear him, so you know he doesn't see me that way. Besides he has a mate out there somewhere and It's obviously not me because... It isn't me." That was interesting. She couldn't seem to say it aloud. She bit him, but she couldn't say the words.
They both knew the obvious reason Natsu's mate wasn't Lucy. She was his. A growl almost escaped his throat at the thought of someone else laying claim to his mate. The possessive aspect of the mating bond hadn't been so bad when he firmly believed she would never accept it. Now that he had felt her teeth against his neck his dragon was going nuts with the need to claim her.
"Just because you aren't his mate doesn't mean you couldn't be in love with him. That would explain why you put up with his shit for so long. I heard him, but telling myself you were happy with him made it... easier." Shit. He couldn't say it either. The fact that he said whatever the hell he wanted was part of who he was as much as his dragon magic was. When did he become such a pussy as to be afraid to say anything?
It probably started when he tried to kill Starshine's kin with her watching. He had spent the next seven years listening to his dragon cry and slowly going crazy over his denied mate and her supposed death at Acnologia's claws. The deafening screaming fit his dragon had thrown when he heard of her reappearance was what had prompted the Seis as a whole to escape prison. In a move that had proven his epic stupidity he had hidden the real reason for his distress and attempted to silence his dragon by allowing Midnight to destroy the woman he saw as the source of his distress. When the flying fish clock pulled her inside and her soul was lost to his hearing he had shattered inside. Only hearing Cubelios after so long missing his kin had kept him from descending into complete madness.
He had finally admitted to himself just what she was to him when he heard her music during the dragon incident in Crocus. Being honest with himself had helped the crazy a little, so had finding Kinana. He had managed to hold onto the tiny sliver of sanity he had left, long enough to get the rest of his family out of prison, just in time for Jailer Blueballs to pull them into the shit storm that was Tartaros. He had resented the hell out of that until he heard her music, screaming in defiance, on that gods forsaken cube of death. They hadn't been close enough to get real involved in the fighting, just the cleanup.
As soon as the dust cleared Fairy Tail had scattered. It had been shocking to everyone and had done more harm than good in his opinion. Even the members who chose to leave prior to the official disbandment and those who said nothing were screaming in agony inside. Some of them had good reasons for leaving even if they went about it the wrong way. Gray and Natsu were both dealing with dangerously unstable magic for example and Erza would have likely lopped someone's head off during a panic attack.
Starshine had been devastated, and his dragon had screamed and raged at him to go to her. His mate was in pain and the dragon thought his presence would help that? Hell to the fuck no. He wasn't quite crazy enough to believe she wanted his mentally unstable ass around. Besides he knew that even if she did he couldn't stay. That hadn't stopped him from stalking her whenever Crime Sorciere was anywhere close to Crocus though. Watching her sleep through her window and making sure news of her guildmates reached her. His dragon had won a series of small victories over his self control during that year in the single wildflower he left on her windowsill each time he came to town.
Then came the message in flame. He had been deep undercover at the time, but he had heard, and the knowledge that Starshine would be returned to her kin had soothed his dragon. The group of dark wizards he had been hiding amongst had trembled at the thought of Fairy Tail returning. There fear had been proven reasonable when Team Kaboom had annihilated Avatar. Then, strait on the heels of that news had come Jellal's call. Alvarez was coming, with Zeref himself at their head, and they were coming for his mate's guild.
Cobra had known she would be with her team where the fighting was thickest and his dragon had screamed to go to her. Instead he had stayed with his team and fought by their side. During the whole of his fight with August and after that Acnologia he had repeated the same thing to himself. He had to win, for Starshine. If he failed he knew good and well that she would come face to face with those monsters.
They won of course, because that's what Fairy Tail did, kicked asses that were impossible to kick. He and his kin had been on the right side of the fight this time, right along Starshine and her's, and it had soothed the dragon inside just a little. Then the bitch that was coincidence had dropped Natsu right fucking on top of his mate and his dragon had screamed in rage. He had been half dead at the time and it had still taken all he had not to attack the man who had just destroyed the two most powerful beings ever to exist.
It had only gotten progressively harder to stay away from her in months that followed. Crime Sorciere's actions in the war had seen them freed to go where they wished. While he had tried to use logic to follow Richard and Sawyer to Lamia Scale or even Angel to Sabertooth, he had ended up drawn to Fairy Tail. Not only was his mate there, but he also had kin in Kinana and Midnight. He had come to respect Meredy and even Jellal over the years as well.
It had been torture, being so close to Starshine and still holding himself back. That wasn't to say that he hadn't enjoyed his time here, because he had. Hell he had even found friends in Lug Nut, Pineapple, and by extension their teams, or in Lug Nut's case his woman and his strangely responsible cat. Now here he was, hand in hand with his mate, and if she was as willing as she seemed he could finally be whole. Fairy Tail could be his home, his family, just like it was hers. Unless this whole thing was a cruel dream.
He released his hold on her hand when they passed through the little wooden gate that led to his poison garden. He watched her wander among the flowers and bushes. He had guided his plants intentionally into an overgrown look that barely let you see the house behind them. She looked beautiful against that backdrop, like a forest spirit, a fairy.
"Wow. You grow these yourself? They are beautiful."
"Easiest way to get poison is to grow it myself. Bleach and shit will do in a pinch, but the natural stuff is better."
"It's impressive." Her eyes flashed like they had just before she had attacked him in the guild and her music deepened in a way that had his dragon wanting him to hit his knees and beg. He took a step away from her and she followed. She was fucking stalking him through his own damn garden. His dragon wanted to let her catch him, but he was more than a little worried about what he would do to her if she put her hands on him.
He had planned to sit and talk to his destined mate once they reached his garden. Maybe even apologize to her face finally for all the pain he had a part in visiting upon her and her kin. He couldn't fucking do that when she was looking at him like that. Like she wanted him to do everything to her he was imagining.
"You are looking at me like I'm edible, Nightshade." A growl escaped him. If he was looking at her like that it was only because she was. She took another step toward him. He placed a bush between them under the pretense of plucking an unripe ackee fruit from a small tree.
"You should know better than to tempt a dragon, Starshine. It might bite you." He tore off a chunk of the fruit with his fangs to emphasize his point.
"What if I want him to bite me?" His fruit got wedged in his throat. He managed to swallow it without choking. His dragon began to roar in his head. Demanding that he claim her, bite her, make her his. His body was wound tight with the need to do exactly that. She took a step to the right and so did he. She didn't stop. They were circling each other now, constantly in motion, weaving between the plants in his garden.
"You don't know what you are asking for." He was following her just as much as she was following him now.
"Trouble you said. I heard you. I'm a Fairy Tail wizard. Trouble is the air we breath." Her music was deep and rough now. It was pulling at him. "If I know I'm asking for trouble then don't you think it's what I want? You have a dragon's nose. Tell me. What does my body say I want?" He growled. He had smelled the arousal on her before, but now it was stronger than ever. She wanted him, and damn did he want her too, so much his hands were shaking.
"I can't promise I will be gentle." He really couldn't. Between the dragon screaming for her and the long years of waiting he was desperate. His restraint was non-existent, as he had already demonstrated at the guild. "I tasted your blood today." His dragon was screaming to sink it's fangs into her and swallow mouthfuls of the sweet red liquid, to taste her magic on his tongue as he set his mark into her skin and bound them together.
"I'm not a virgin and if I wanted gentle I'd be propositioning Eve Tillman, now wouldn't I?" In the blink of an eye he had slammed her against his front door and was growling against her throat.
"Mine!"
"Am I?" She sure didn't sound afraid. In fact it sounded as if she was taunting him. She must have been thinking specifically at him, or maybe it was being this close, because he could hear her now, loud and clear.
Come on, Cobra. Say it. Are you dragon enough to claim me or are those teeth just for show? How long has it been? Years I've been alone. Searching for someone to love me, someone I could love back. Thinking I was broken in the head every time I thought of you and wished. Needing you and waiting. Why the hell are you rejecting me? What is so wrong with me that you would rather be alone forever than let me love you? If Levy and Natsu are telling me the truth then why am I still alone?
That shocked him right out of his lust induced mindless state. He felt like Blueballs had just Meteor punched him right in the gut. She thought he was rejecting her? Why would anyone, crazy or sane, do that? She thought there was something wrong with her? She was perfect. Why would she think that?
A high pitched whine came from his throat. He had never made that sound before, but he had heard it. It was the sound his dragon made when Starshine had shed tears over Erza during Nirvana, when he let Midnight sacrifice her to the infinity clock. He had heard it when she cried over her future self's death while he fought that dragon, and many times while she mourned the loss of her guild and Aquarius.
His mate was hurting. He had hurt her. She had wished for him. She had longed for him and waited and he had denied her. He had left her alone and she had cried. Because of him.
The dragon inside him had known and tried to tell him. He had thought he knew better and had caused his mate pain. The dragon knew, even when he didn't, so he let the instinct that came with his magic guide him. He didn't give his inner dragon control very often, but today Starshine needed him to, because the dragon seemed to know what the fuck it was doing.
He continued to whine and keen as he ducked his head down to rub under her chin like a cat. Those were pleading noises. His dragon was begging for something, though his brain couldn't quite figure out what it was that he was wanting from her.
She tensed and an odd warble was added to his begging. His hands started running up and down her sides at the dragons prompting. He might have been trying to sooth or comfort her. He didn't fucking know though because he had never had reason to sooth anyone before ever in his damn life, and he was the opposite of a comfortable person.
He began to leave feathery kisses on her neck in between cat rubs with his head. They weren't sexual, which was the only kind of kiss he had ever thought about giving anyone. They reminded him of the tongue flicks his snake friends gave to show affection.
Suddenly it hit him. The thing his dragon was begging for was her forgiveness. He was trying to say sorry. For hurting her. For allowing others to hurt her. For leaving her alone. For letting her think she was anything less than everything he could ever dream of.
"I'm sorry, Starshine. That's not what I wanted you to think at all. I don't deserve you. No one does, but I really, really, really don't. By the time I knew what you were I had already hurt you so much. I just wanted you to be happy and I thought if I stayed away you could find that."
He mentally slapped at his dragon till it backed down so he was in control again. He picked his head up and looked into her big brown eyes, blown wide open in shock. That warbling keen escaped again before he could stop it.
"I'm crazy. You and I both know that, so don't try denying it. Hell the whole guild knows that, which is why they don't let me wander around unsupervised. They're afraid I will kill someone for wearing the wrong color of shirt that day or licking their ice cream wrong. I'm a bad person who has done terrible things." When she opened her beautiful face to spout whatever rainbows and puppy dog shit she had on tap today he clapped a hand over her mouth. He cradled the side of her face with his other hand and brushed his thumb back and forth over her cheek bone.
"I mean it. No excuses and no bullshit. Pretty much everything the guild suspects I might have done in the past I did, and in most cases worse. I still don't feel guilty about most of it, because I murdered my conscience in cold blood a long time ago. The threat of Jailor Blueballs Meteor punch and what you would think is about the entirety of my moral compass now. I don't see how someone as pure and beautiful as you could ever love something like me." He buried both his hands in her honey blond hair and dropped his forehead to hers.
"I've been a ripe twat about this whole thing and I do feel bad about that. I never meant to hurt you." He figured it was about time he dragoned up and finally said what they were both thinking. "You are my mate. My one and only mate. I want you, and I need you, and everything else that implies. I know you want me. I can smell how horny you get around me, and I bet you're dripping wet right now just thinking about me touching you." He closed his eyes to focus on what he was trying to say. "The only thing I want more right now than to fuck you till you cum screaming my name and I can sink my fangs into your neck is to not ruin your life by doing just that and bonding you to a piece of shit like me for all of eternity."
"Cobra." She had every right to be angry with him, but her voice was gentle. When he felt her fingers brush along his jaw he couldn't help himself. He leaned into her touch and purred. "Erik." His eyes popped open. He didn't use that name often. In fact only a handful of people had permission to call him that. To him using his real name was akin to laying claim to a piece of his soul. People using it without his permission tended to experience great amounts of pain and lose large amounts of blood.
She tipped her head to the side as if asking... What? What would she be asking? If she could use his name? She was his mate. As far as he was concerned she could do any damn thing she pleased and it was his job to kill anyone who tried to tell her otherwise. Now that he wasn't trying to kill her himself that is.
He purred a little louder and leaned harder into the delicate hand on his jaw. He would have smiled at her, but he only had two versions of 'smile'. The first was his usual don't-you-wish-you-knew-what-I-do smirk, and the second was a grin that pretty much said 'I'm going to tear your face off with my teeth and lick the blood off my lips afterward'. Neither of those really seemed appropriate for reassuring one's already emotionally strained mate-to-be. He seemed to get his point across, because she smiled softly at him.
"In case you haven't noticed we are Fairy Tail wizards. There isn't a single member of our guild whose screws are as tight as they should be up top. Just look at my team."
He had to give her that one. She-Thor's obsession with cake was extremely unhealthy, and not just physically. Gray walked around in his underwear all the time and didn't even notice. Natsu was literally a 400 year old demon locked in a dead kids body, even if he was alive and an adult now, sorta. Starshine was probably the craziest of them all. She was trying to get him to bind her soul to the blackened, twisted remnants of his after all.
"There is no going back from this. I fuck you, I bite you, and you are stuck with my psychotic ass for all of eternity. Our souls will be bound together, fused until we are almost a single person."
"Look at it this way, Nightshade." He let out a pleased rumble. He liked her new name for him. He felt like it held a piece of both of them. "If I am your mate," He growled and his body was on fire again. "What does that make you?" He pulled away to give himself a few more inches between himself and her big eyes.
"A demented dunce devoted to derision whose dimwittedness is only dwarfed by his deranged depravity and dogged determination to destroy himself?" His mate was an author with a creative mind, and he had spent years, years as in like a fucking decade, with a huge gaping hole inside him where she should have been. Not even he could blame him for flirting just a lIttle. Judging by the flash of heat In her eyes he had definately hit the right buttons.
"Mine." He shuddered. His dragon practically rolled over and played dead. The dragon would do anything to earn forgiveness for their betrayal of her. If Starshine wanted him, would be willing to claim him after everything, then he would too. "You are my mate." A begging keen escaped him. "Now you can either take us inside, or I can strip naked in your front yard, because I am done waiting."
He was very glad in this moment that he never bothered to lock his door, because he would have broken it down otherwise. Logical thought ceased to exist once the door closed. His dragon came unhinged with the knowledge that his mate was finally here, willingly, in his den. He could smell her arousal in the air and hear her music, deep and rich.
Then she drove the final nail into the coffin of his sanity. She started taking off her cloths. Before she got her shirt all the way over her head he was moving, and before it hit the floor he had her pinned to the wall. Finally he was able to run his fingers through her long golden hair. After so long, watching every word that came out of her mouth he could taste those perfect pink lips, and damn did she taste amazing.
He would have liked to savor this moment, but she wrapped her legs around him and rocked her hips, and fuck did that set off both him and his dragon. He had wanted her to damn long to pass up an invitation like that. He ran his hands down to those perfect tits of hers and gave a squeeze. He would have thought he was to rough accept her fingers tightened where they were buried in his hair and she arched her back.
He growled low in approval and sent his hands down further, smoothing over her warm, bare skin, feeling her ribs under his hands and the delightful dip of her tiny waist. He skimmed her hips, down to her powerful thighs to pull her away from the wall just enough to get his hands under that mini skirt and onto her ass. She groaned and he snarled in response, breaking off their kiss to lean down and bite right through her bra at its narrowest point between her breasts. She yanked him back up by his hair into a kiss that was almost violent. His dragon roared in approval and he rolled his hips to grind his erection against her.
He needed to get them into a bed and he needed to do it now. He pulled them away from the wall and she tightened her legs around him. He could feel her heat radiating through his pants. He ran into a couple walls on the way, but they made it to the bedroom. Right before he threw her onto his bed he twisted his hands around to tear the last of the clothing from her body.
He growled, taking in the sight of his mate. She was naked except for the purple heels she had worn today, likely just to tempt him, spread out in the middle of his bed. According to his dragon she was finally right where she belonged.
"Nightshade, you had better get naked right this instant or I'm going to get very upset very quickly." He let out a pleased rumble. His mate was no longer afraid to challenge him. "Don't make me get off this bed..." Or threaten him either apparently. He started stripping. No way in hell was he letting her out of that bed until they were fully mated and had both passed out from blind exhaustion at least twice over.
As soon as his clothes were off he threw himself on top of her. His hands mapping her curves. His mouth and fangs leaving little marks on her skin. She was his and no-one would ever doubt that again. Not him, not her, and definitely not any other male who lusted for his mate.
"Nightshade." He sucked at the side of her breast, leaving a small bruise, before running his tongue over her nipple. "Cobra!" He nipped at her hip, drawing a bead of bright red which he quickly lapped up with his tongue. "Erik!" He ran his tongue roughly up her slit and her legs jerked on either side of his head. "Cobra, please!" He sucked hard on her clit and she came, screaming his name, his real name. He had never heard a more beautiful sound.
Her back was still arched up off the bed when he wrapped his arms around her and slammed himself inside her. She screamed his name again. To lost to the dragon's need to do anything else he was thrusting inside her, hard and deep, repeating her name over and over like a prayer.
He heard her then, and it eased the panicking voice of logic in the back of his mind. Erik! Please, Cobra, more! Yes! Fuck me! More! Mine! That last word held a decidedly dragonic growl to it.
They came together, with his fangs in her neck and her magic on his tongue. He collapsed on top of her, nuzzling at the darkening patch of purple scales on her neck and purring. She smelled like him now. His magic could never hurt her. Someday she would be the mother of his children. He purred louder.
"You sound happy." He pulled back to look into her eyes.
"I am."
"You are smiling." That surprised him.
"I am?"
"Yes silly. I like it. You have a sexy smile." He chuckled.
"Only for you, Starshine." He tipped his head to the side. "It doesn't hurt anymore. I didn't even realize it did until it didn't anymore." She smiled up at him and ran her fingers through his hair. "Lucy, are you happy with this?"
"Deliriously delighted my darling dragon." He rubbed his cheek against hers and purred.
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