The grand dining hall buzzed with joy. Laughter echoed off stone walls, and the scent of roasted meats, sweet faeberry glazes, and honey drizzled bread filled the air. Dozens of long wooden tables were stacked with food and surrounded by exhausted but high spirited survivors of Trial Day Two, their faces glowing with relief and anticipation for the feast ahead.
Then the doors creaked open with an enchanted groan, and all eyes turned.
Torvax strode in like a conquering beast, muscles flexing beneath a new tunic that didn't hide a single ounce of his ridiculous size. One massive arm was wrapped protectively around a blushing Reyna, who was clearly trying not to trip over her own damn feet while keeping up with his confident strides.
The hall erupted.
Cheers. Whistles. Tankards banging against tables.
"TO THE NEWLY BONDED!"
"Show us your bite marks!"
"I KNEW SHE WASN'T SINGLE!"
Someone even shouted, "DOES SHE COME IN VAMPIRE FRIENDLY?"
Reyna went beet red as Torvax growled, "Eyes off my mate unless you'd like them clawed out."
She elbowed him in the ribs. "They're just excited. Stop threatening people every ten seconds."
He smirked down at her. "No promises."
Rhiannan stood and clapped loudly. "To new love...and not tripping over your own damn boots trying to find it!" she teased, raising a goblet.
Reyna groaned. "You saw that?"
"Babe, it's trending on Faenet," Mo added, sliding a platter of meat toward her. "#StumbledIntoLove is the top hashtag right now."
Torvax took his seat beside Reyna, his massive hand never leaving hers, even while shoveling food like a man who hadn't eaten in centuries.
"You'd think mating would slow him down," Kaleb muttered to Elisha.
Elisha smirked. "If anything, I think he's hungrier now. For everything."
Liam leaned toward Reyna and whispered, "Just wait until he shifts. That's when the real drama starts."
"I heard that," Torvax grunted, mouth full of garlic bread.
Barrik from the rebellion leaned over and raised his mug. "Welcome to the chaos, lass. You sure you're ready for this?"
Reyna met Torvax's eyes, then nodded with a small smile. "I think I was born ready."
The hall clinked with glass and goblets, and for a brief moment, it was pure peace.
After dinner, as wine loosened tongues and laughter turned rowdy, Rhiannan leaned back and sighed. "Alright, wildlings. Bedtime before someone starts a knife fight over dessert again."
"I still say I won that fight," Kazra purred from across the room, licking blood from her fingernail.
"Go to bed, Kazra," Rhiannan deadpanned.
The group slowly dispersed, bellies full and hearts lighter. Torvax gently kissed Reyna's hand as they left the hall, and the Six...now Seven, in spirit...headed back to their chambers, joking and bickering like a family forged in blood and magic.
The six strolled through the glowing halls of the castle, laughter still lingering from the night's banter. But as they reached their private wing, Rhiannan stopped abruptly, her hands on her hips and a wicked grin playing on her lips.
"Alright, listen up," she announced, voice rich with mischief. "I've decided I want some one on one time. Starting now. Elisha, you're up first."
The dragon shifter's chest visibly puffed with smug pride, a low growl of satisfaction vibrating in his throat.
Sable scowled. "Of course it's the golden boy."
Kaleb huffed. "It's only fair I go next. I called dibs earlier."
Arwen rolled his eyes. "What are we? Her personal calendar?"
Liam just smirked and shrugged, but his eyes tracked every inch of Rhiannan like he was mentally undressing her anyway.
"Y'all can sulk and pout in your rooms like the good boys you are," she teased, walking backward toward Elisha with a wicked wink. "Mama's got a dragon to tame."
Groans echoed behind her as the others dispersed in various states of dramatics and muttered jealousy.
Elisha offered his hand, eyes glowing molten gold. "You ready for the heat, goddess?"
"Oh, I was born in the fire," she purred, letting him lead her into the night.
The heavy doors to the royal wing slammed behind them, echoing with the force of Rhiannan's desire. Her gown was halfway off her body before Elisha even turned to lock them. The soft shimmer of candlelight bounced off her pale skin and fiery auburn curls as she spun, eyes dark with hunger.
"I need you," she growled, chest rising and falling as her eyes devoured every inch of him. "All of you. No holding back."
Elisha's breath rumbled like a storm as he stalked forward, gold eyes flashing to vertical dragon slits. The scent of magic and lust thickened the air as his massive hands gripped her hips and pulled her flush against him. She could already feel the twin ridges of his cocks...hard, hot, and leaking through his pants.
"Then you'll have me, goddess," he rasped, voice like molten gold, "until you forget every other name but mine."
His armor clattered to the ground as he kissed her, ravenous, possessive, devouring. Tongue sweeping into her mouth, fangs grazing her lips just enough to tease. He spun her around, pushing her chest to the bedpost. One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back so he could whisper into her ear.
"I'm going to wreck you."
She moaned, and he wasted no time. One thick finger slid between her slick folds, then two, pumping hard as she gasped and arched. Her cunt clenched around him as he curled them, brushing the perfect spot that made her cry out.
"So fucking wet for me," he snarled, adding a third finger and fucking her with a rhythm that had her legs trembling.
When she was nearly screaming, he dropped to his knees behind her, licking up her inner thighs, his tongue long and hot, dragging up her soaked slit until her knees buckled. Then he stood, grabbing her hips and lifting her like she weighed nothing, laying her across the bed.
His pants dropped, and there they were—both dragon cocks, thick and glistening with need. One angled slightly up, the other forward. She licked her lips and reached for both.
"Open your mouth, goddess."
She obeyed, and he fed her the upward cock as he pushed the second slowly, torturously into her dripping heat. The stretch made her scream around his length in her mouth, her nails raking down his sides as he bottomed out.
"You take both like you were made for me."
Her eyes rolled back. He fucked her in tandem...one cock down her throat, the other pounding into her soaked pussy with bruising force. He was relentless, feral, a dragon unchained. Her throat and cunt clenched with every thrust, her eyes watering and her whole body shaking.
He pulled back, letting her breathe, flipping her to her back and lining up again. This time he slid one cock into her pussy and the second into her ass, and her scream was ragged and guttural.
"Yes! Fuck, yes, Elisha!"
Her hands gripped the sheets as he moved, twin cocks pistoning into her body, stretching her wide, overwhelming her with heat and fullness. He growled like a beast, his wings unfurling as his pace went brutal.
"You're mine," he snarled. "Say it."
"Yours, Elisha! Always fucking yours!"
Her climax slammed into her like lightning, magic bursting from her in waves, flooding the room in golden light. He wasn't far behind, roars shaking the stone as he emptied deep into her, one hand gripping her throat as she came again, and again.
When they collapsed into the tangled sheets, sweat slicked and breathless, she turned her head with a dazed grin.
"Next time, dragon daddy, you better bring chains."
He chuckled darkly, kissing her temple. "Next time, I'll bring fire."