brothers joined him this time, a sound as merry as the pealing of church bells after a wedding service.
Rania shifted shape along with Hadrian and stood facing him as their gazes locked. She reached out to touch his shoulder, making the firestorm spark white-hot, and they caught their breath as one when Hadrian caught her close. “Two halves of a heart unified into one,” he said. “I like that.”
“It feels right.”
“It is right,” he declared. “Now I get to kiss the bride?” His voice dropped to a wicked whisper that made her pulse leap.
“More than that. Now, we mate,” she said. “We extinguish the firestorm’s light, so it can’t reveal us when we invade Fae.”
“That’s not the only reason to satisfy the firestorm,” Hadrian said with a smile.
“No. We need to create a son, then defend the future for him.”
“I like how you think.” Hadrian lowered his voice. “Not here, though, right?”
“Not here.” She lifted a brow in warning of what she was going to do.
Her dragon took the challenge.
Hadrian held tight, just in time, then he hooted in triumph as she cast them back to his lair.
In the blink of an eye, Hadrian and Rania landed on his bed, tangled around each other. The firestorm crackled and burned, sizzling at a fever pitch, urging Hadrian to fulfill its promise. Best of all, his mate was more than onboard with the plan, given the enthusiasm of her kiss. Rania had her arms around Hadrian’s neck and locked her lips over his, kissing him with a passion that echoed his own.
This was more like it.
Hadrian rolled Rania to her back. He ran his hands over her, liking that she arched her back to meet his touch. They were picking up where they’d left off days before and this time, the firestorm would be satisfied. It was the middle of the night, a time he should have been sleeping, but the firestorm’s heat drove all other concerns from his mind.
There was only Rania, soft and sweet. Rania with her sparkling blue eyes and long fair hair, Rania with hunger in her kiss. The firestorm crackled and snapped between them, burning white hot and flooding him with need. He was hard and ready, his thoughts filled with the memory of her around him, tight and sweet and hot. He both wanted to rush and yearned to make it last, but he suspected it would be quick this time.
Rania seemed to share his sense of urgency. She rolled him to his back and straddled him, pinning his wrists to the bed over his head as she kissed him. Her kiss was so hot and demanding that he wondered whether she’d eat him alive. She was feasting on his mouth, rubbing herself against him, making him crazy with desire. Hadrian didn’t care what she did. He was content to be with her however she wanted it to be.
She slid down the length of him, releasing his wrists and unfastening his jeans with quick fingers. Her hands were on his skin then, caressing him so that he groaned aloud. He closed his eyes as she took him into her mouth and speared his fingers into her hair, losing his hands in its silken softness. He loved that she wasn’t shy and appreciated that she was as committed to pleasure as he was.
Rania tormented him, driving him to the summit, then stopping just before he found his release. Hadrian was almost incoherent when she flicked her tongue against him and halfway thought he’d come in the air.
He growled and rolled her over, knowing that wasn’t good enough. She laughed when he grabbed her waist and he realized she was ticklish. Her laughter lifted his heart. She looked young and carefree, happy as he’d never seen her, and Hadrian couldn’t resist. He tickled her until she was breathless and managed to slip off her tights and T-shirt in the progress. He took her belt, with the holster holding the bichuwa, and put it on the nightstand, surprised to find mischief in her smile when he met her gaze again.
“I promise not to go for it,” she teased and he laughed, then kissed her again.
He paused, the weight of his hand on her waist, while he eyed her scar. He’d seen the scar before but studied it more closely now. The large wound had healed a long time before, but there was still a mark on her skin. This had come from that polar bear and Hadrian was amazed