Lysaa’s POV
The walk back to our room was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that simmered with unspoken words, with tension that made my skin tingle beneath the silk of my dress.
After the champagne toast and some talking, I thought we’d both be tired, ready to sleep off the long day. Lorien had that relaxed, satisfied look about him, the one that made his sharp, otherworldly features seem less intense. He tossed his jacket onto the chair by the window and loosened the top buttons of his black shirt, revealing the strong column of his throat and just a hint of the chiseled chest beneath.
And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that I’d finally gotten to see my mate in all his glory-fierce, protective, and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous-but suddenly, I wasn’t tired.
I was horny.
Before I could lose my nerve, I blurted out, “Lorien, I want us to have sex.”
His hand paused on his shirt, and for a moment, he just stared at me like he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. Then his expression shifted, and I saw the heat flicker to life in his crimson eyes.
“Are you sure?” His voice was low, a little rough, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
I swallowed and nodded. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
For a second, I thought he might pounce on me right then and there. But instead, he took a step closer, his movements slow, controlled, as if he were holding himself back.
“Come here,” he murmured, sitting down on the edge of the bed and patting the spot next to him. I obeyed, my heart pounding as I sat down beside him.
He reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “Before we do this, there’s something you need to know.”
I tilted my head, curious. “What is it?”
Lorien exhaled softly, his gaze dropping to where our hands were entwined. “My anatomy… it’s a little different from what you might be used to.”
That caught my attention. I blinked, feeling a mixture of curiosity and nervousness as he continued.
“As a dragon, I have… two penises,” he explained, his tone gentle but matter-of-fact. “One is an ovipositor, and the other is for fertilization.”
It took me a moment to process that. Two cocks. Two?!
He must have seen the shock on my face because he squeezed my hand, his expression softening. “The ovipositor is for releasing and implanting my eggs. Once the eggs are inside you, they’ll incubate in your womb. Since fertilization, growth, and incubation will happen inside you, your DNA will fuse with mine, making you biologically their mother. After five weeks, you’ll give birth to a clutch, and we’ll just have to wait and see which eggs hatch.”
I stared at him, trying to wrap my head around everything he’d just said. Eggs. Clutch. Incubation. I knew mating a dragon would come with some surprises, but this… this was a lot.
“I know it sounds overwhelming,” Lorien said, his voice gentle. “And if you’re not ready, that’s okay. We don’t have to do this now. I’m willing to wait for as long as it takes.”
“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I want this. I want to be intimate with you, Lorien. I want it more than anything. It’s just…” I trailed off, biting my lip.
“Just what?” he prompted, his gaze steady and patient.
I took a deep breath. “I’m scared. I have so many questions. What happens if, after everything, none of the eggs hatch? What if my body can’t handle carrying your clutch to term? And… how am I supposed to take two of you when I’m a virgin?”
The words tumbled out in a rush, and by the time I finished, my cheeks were burning. I felt like I was rambling, but Lorien didn’t seem to mind.
He cupped my face, his thumb brushing gently over my cheek. “You’re not alone, Lysaa,” he said softly. “We’re mates for a reason. Not just mates anymore-we’re soul-bonded. That means we’ll experience pleasure and pain in a way that’s unique to us. Whatever you feel, I’ll feel it too. If you’re in pain, I’ll know. And I promise, the minute I sense you’re uncomfortable, we’ll stop.”
His words eased some of the tension in my chest, and I felt myself relaxing under his touch.
“I hope you don’t have to stop,” I said quietly. “I want to get used to this, get used to the feeling of having you deep inside me and relish it. I want everything you have to offer as you carve a place for yourself in my body and soul. I want to be your good little girl, so good that I can take all of you soon.”
The words left my mouth before I could stop them, and as soon as I said them, I felt the air crackle with electricity.
Through our bond, I could feel the effect my words had on him. I felt the surge of heat, the overwhelming need. His eyes darkened with lust, and his grip on my hand tightened slightly.
“As much as I’d love to savor you to the fullest, I can’t afford breaking you, my little fire,” Lorien said, his voice gruff and husky. “So we’ll go with one for now. We’re going to take it nice and slow and train you till you’re ready for all of it.”
I shivered at his words, my heart racing. “I’d really like that.”
I knew better than anyone that Lorien would never hurt me. He’d always be gentle with me, always make sure I was okay.
When he leaned in to kiss me, I melted into him.
It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was passionate, messy, possessive, like we couldn’t get enough of each other. His hands slid into my hair, tilting my head back as his tongue swept into my mouth, and I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his shirt as I tried to pull him closer.
I could feel the heat of his body, feel the steady thrum of his desire through our bond, and it made my head spin.
Lorien deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a slow, deliberate hunger that made my knees weak. His hands slid down my sides, warm and steady, anchoring me to him. Every brush of his fingers against my skin sent tiny sparks of heat racing through me, and I felt myself melting under his touch.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Lorien pulled back slightly, his crimson eyes dark and hooded as he gazed down at me. His lips were swollen from the kiss, and the way he looked at me-like I was something precious, something he wanted to devour-made my breath catch in my throat.
“May I?” he asked softly, his fingers brushing the hem of my dress.
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
With agonizing slowness, Lorien began to lift the fabric, his knuckles grazing my thighs as he slid the dress upward. I shivered at the sensation, my skin tingling everywhere he touched. When the dress reached my waist, he paused, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulled it up and over my head, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.