by Zoey Ellis
I’mya could not stop laughing. She laughed all the way to his chambers, she laughed as he stripped her, and when he slid inside her, his arms around her, their noses touching, she grinned at his gruff expression not finding anything humorous about her attitude, but that just made it funnier. “I will try to remember that, Master, but that painting on the wall makes it very difficult for me to want to be in your bed.” She pointed at the canvas he’d made her paint, and he all but roared in fury.
She surrendered herself to his domination with relish, knowing it would settle and calm him.
The next day, I’mya made her way back to San’s den.
She knew he felt her arrival because he was seemingly waiting for her at the edge of the cave.
I’mya climbed up onto his arm and then hooked herself onto whatever she could cling to in order to climb up onto his back. It took an enormous effort and a long time, including some indecent positions. Sanderyll huffed out a breath in frustration while shuffling his wings as she made her way, but he didn’t move his torso an inch. Eventually she found the diamond patch of satin on his back and in between his shoulders, and sat down.
As soon as she did, he launched off the edge of the entrance, beating his wings and soaring over the mountain.
I’mya spread her arms and yelled in delight, the wind rushing around her body.
He was going faster than she had traveled on him before, but it was breathtakingly thrilling. The wind whipped up her newly grown hair and the coolness of the mountains blew into her face.
Sanderyll worked his wings, speeding up as he dashed over the range. I’mya placed her scaled hand on his back, and instantly the connection between them strengthened tenfold. It was almost as though she could see through his eyes and feel everything in a more visceral way than she had before.
And he was ecstatic that she was on his back, that he was finally flying with his mate’s omega. I’mya smiled and stroked his scale. “I’m glad you found me,” she said to him. “It was a difficult time for us, but I’m glad to be part of this bond.”
A few of his emotions blossomed, from gladness and sorrow and then to pride. I’mya knew what each one was for, and she continued to talk to him as they sped over the range. It was the most riveting experience that she’d had outside Nyro’s chambers. They flew all morning, and I’mya came to a number of realizations. This was where she belonged, this was what made her whole, and the only thing missing was Nyro.
Of course, Nyro was furious he missed out and ranted about her sneaking out of the lair without telling him.
“You don’t need to be jealous,” I’mya snapped. “He is ours. Will you be jealous of our child as well?”
Nyro stilled. He turned to her and pulled her close. “I’m not jealous that you went out on Sanderyll,” he said. “Yes, I did not like you sleeping in his den. I want you sleeping in my bed at all times, but I am proud that he let you ride him and that you enjoy the time you had with him.” He squeezed her against him. “That is what will make our bond strong, I’mya—your connection with him is vital to any success we have. Sanderyll has been my closest brother and friend since I was born. He is the hardest one to impress, so the fact that you have a special relationship with him pleases me.” He shot her a hard look. “But you do not sleep anywhere near him.”
I’mya relaxed and smiled at him. “All right.”
As the ordination ceremony approached, I’mya spent more time with San as she tried to prepare, but what she didn’t realize was that when they said ordination, what they really meant was… wedding.
17
I’mya looked magnificent for her ordination.
She had styled her walnut-brown hair that had grown back, not as long as it once was, but it was getting there. Her newly designed dress had been made out of the most exquisite fabric in black and gold—the battle colors of the dragorai—to show off one of her best features, her scales.
The pride that Nyro felt when he realized her transition included a physical change of the skin and a deeper connection in her bond with San had to be the most incredible result of this whole experience.
The three of them had such a unique connection, it was a constant source of amazement and comfort for all three of them.
Before I’mya, Sanderyll’s relationship with Nyro had been extremely limited; Nyro had only felt the strong, base emotions from his dragon and determined what he needed from those simplistic, yet powerful feelings. With I’mya joining them, the connection was more rounded and nuanced. Nyro had been surprised by some of the ways that Sanderyll had been feeling. He hadn’t been aware his dragon had been lonely—Nyro never felt it. This wasn’t unusual. The connection between dragorai-alpha and dragorai-dragon had never been as strong as many assumed. But with a dragorai-omega, it was that and more.
It would take some getting used to, but he could see the potential of what their bond could be. And it was exciting. All of his brothers were excited by it too, maybe perhaps the possibility was there for them to find their own mates and deepen their connections as well. He hoped they did. It was something he wanted to be able to share with his kin.
Once I’mya was ready, they flew to the celebration point on Khyros’ range using magic. The entire lair had been given permission to attend, as had all the other dragorais’ lair staff. It was only right for the people who supported and helped them daily be allowed permission to attend. Of course the kon’ayas had to get dressed, but that whole situation was changing. I’mya was making modifications to the lair which made her feel more at home, and Nyro was happy that she was taking control of her new environment and making it her own. Obviously, he was not interested in any other woman. She satisfied him in ways that no other had from the very beginning.
He still experienced exquisite pleasure when he knotted her, when he kissed her, when they both fucked like they would die if they didn’t. He didn’t think that would ever change, and the bond only increased their carnal pleasures and urges.
At the ordination point, Sanderyll stood in between two mountains, waiting for the couple while the whole Vattoro community was spread on either mountain watching the ceremony. I’mya and Nyro lowered onto his back, between his shoulders, and Khyros and the brothers hovered a circle around them.
They began reading the most important Vattoro laws and then inducted I’mya into the clan by asking her to swear the oath. I’mya pledged her allegiance the clan, relinquishing all other responsibilities to live her life in service to the Vattoro name, to her dragorai-alpha and her dragon, and to always protect Vattoro blood and do all she could to maintain and preserve dragorai culture and life. Nyro was reminded of the dark cloud that was the war, headed and instigated by the king and queen. That was an imminent issue to be addressed, but today wasn’t the time to think about them.
Through their bond, I’mya’s determination, awe, and deep affection was strong, and Nyro couldn’t have been prouder.
Afterward, when Khyros bade them a long and happy bondship, all the attendees cheered, their voices echoing across the range. Sanderyll rose into the air, sailing over the range, and Nyro encircled I’mya in his arms. “Welcome to the clan,” he grinned.
“I’m glad to have you both as my family,” she said.
“I am glad too,” he said, his heart soaring. “My love for you will never extinguish, fireball.”
I’mya smiled up at him, tears in her eyes, and before she could respond, he captured her lips with hers. Because he already knew how she felt for him—it was in the bond.
And the only thing left was to give her the gift of his kiss.
Epilogue
Nyro watched I’mya’s round, heaving ass as she rode his cock with her back to him, and sucked his toes.
The things she did when she was in her heat had no boundaries, and he always had his most intense orgasms. It was also when her scent was sweetest and when she was at her most extreme. He loved it. He was also usually in a rut so he wasn’t that objective, but he didn’t
care. Nyro found he enjoyed her when whether she was in her heat or not. He tried to compare them, but it was impossible to do. He simply loved everything about her and everything that she was.
Adjusting to having her as his mate in the lair was easy considering he hardly did anything in the first place. She learned most about the running of the lair from the head steward and Dayatha, and she enjoyed learning everything about dragorai culture.
It was difficult for her to adjust to her friend leaving for Zendyor’s lair. She’d had few friends and all of her family were gone, so the loss was hard and Nyro understood that; the thought of losing his brothers wasn’t one he could entertain. If Nyro had known that it was her friend who’d been the one Zendyor wanted, he could have tried to find somebody else who was willing to go in her place—before they found a tracker who could describe her. He had to admit, he found Zendyor persistence about this female for so many new moons strange. But he was glad to finally have him shut up about it.
In any case, I’mya was coping with that loss and had settled into a routine.
They flew regularly with San, and he recently took I’mya on a hunt which she disliked. Even though she’d been manipulated into attacking Sanderyll, she was too softhearted to be involved in the capturing and killing of creatures. Sanderyll also flew very differently, and it took different skills to ride him. Nyro vowed to have her love hunting in the next few years, which she had to challenge him about.
His favorite time was when they both flew together on Sanderyll’s back during dusk. It started as a weekly event and then a daily one as I’mya felt it important to spend more time with San.
Nyro groaned as his balls tightened, and a rush of pleasure surged. I’mya seemed to be able to tell because she clamped down harder and rode him faster, only concerned about drawing out his seed. He loved it. She worshiped his seed and if it wasn’t in her, it needed to be down her throat or smeared all over her skin.
He grabbed her hips as she slammed her juicy kon down on him furiously, as deep as she could get. He squeezed the fleshy fat on her sides, watching the shuddering of her ass as he shot inside her, his breath caught in the delicious savagery of it.
When he finally slammed his knot into her, he dropped down on the bed panting, rubbing her ass as he enjoyed the pleasure that beamed through him at the strangling squeeze around his knot. This was bliss.
I’mya leaned forward, resting on his legs, panting hard. It would be another three days of this sweaty ecstasy before her heat broke, but as always, he would enjoy it to the fullest. His interest in her still hadn’t waned, and it was comforting to realize that, as his mate, it never would.
When I’mya’s heat ended, she lay snug in their stained sheets for a few days, but she didn’t want Nyro to leave. She moaned and wailed that he must stay in bed every time he tried to get up.
“We cannot stay in bed all day, I’mya,” he snapped. “I thought you had things you wanted to do after your heat?”
I’mya mumbled something under her breath and drew herself close to him, but when Nyro pulled her onto him, he noticed that her skin was warmer than normal. She was too hot.
“Are you unwell?” he said, lifting her head to look at her. He lifted her up and went to pour a glass of water, and suddenly realization hit.
Her scent had changed.
His breath caught in his throat. He lowered his nose to her neck to scent her. Her aroma had a hint of smoke in it, which meant… she had conceived!
He was so excited that he roared and ran out of his chambers with her in his arms.
Nyro ran around the entire lair with I’mya informing every single individual that there would be a new dragorai. Of course, everyone rejoiced.
Dayatha began to weep, as did many of his staff, but she soon began ordering everyone around to ensure that the pregnancy was successful.
“There is a lot to do,” she warned Nyro. “She is without a dan askha, so it will be more difficult. I don’t know how that will affect the pregnancy and birth.”
“It will be a success,” Nyro stated. “We will make it so.”
It took another few days for I’mya to recover from the initial overheating and nausea, during which she had to remain in bed cocooned with Nyro. Dayatha told her she needed to start nesting immediately to support the pregnancy.
“You were like a child, carrying me around the whole lair telling everyone,” she said to Nyro, once she fully recovered.
“Everyone should know,” Nyro stated. “I’m going to tell my brothers the next clan meeting.” He thought for a moment. “In fact, I may call a clan meeting to announce it.”
I’mya shot him a looked. “Actually, there is someone you forgot to tell.”
That evening, as Sanderyll took off over the range, I’mya placed her scaled hand on the back of his neck and Nyro encircled his arms around her, both of them communicating their joy to their dragon.
His mood soared with both joy and hope, and he looped and dipped in the air. I’mya and Nyro laughed, his mood lifting theirs.
“Do you think he understands?”
“I don’t know,” Nyro said. He was still learning the extent of San’s emotions and intelligence. “But it can only be good.”
She placed a hand on her stomach. “Yes, but we will need to be careful.”
He leaned forward to pepper her cheek with kisses. “This pregnancy is the most important thing in the entire Twin Realms for all of us, I’mya. My brothers and Sanderyll will not let anything happen to you. And neither will I.”
I’mya turned in his lap and slid her arms around his neck in that way he loved, the way she always did just before she was about to kiss him.
“I know,” she said, smiling. “Whatever comes, Nyro, I know I’m safe. That’s all I’yala would have ever wanted.”
His lips touched hers, and he was lost in the beauty and passion of her kiss, and was glad he finally realized; his family was where he belonged.
The End
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DROCCO
As he sat down, he saw Cailyn enter. He couldn’t take his eyes from her as she threaded through the crowd toward him. He alm
ost held his breath as he stared. The woman was utterly gorgeous. Her hair had been swept up again revealing that delicate neck, and the dress clung to every delicious curve. Finally he could see her luscious figure in detail and it had been worth the wait. With the cut of the dress revealing the tops of her shoulders, her simple elegance seemed out of place among the raucous crowd.
His guards let her through at his instruction and she climbed the platform and stood before him, her head low.
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