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By the god, he would have her. He would feast and take and
show her his strength. She would know again and again that he was her mate and
no other man would ever have her. She would never want another man.

Unable to resist her, he tilted her chin up and kissed her.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Xandra sighed in contentment as Rayder’s mouth covered hers.
She’d longed for the touch of his mouth, even through the hectic and hurried
excursion back to Marc’s compound.

As Rayder released her from the kiss, she shifted from his
arms and crawled over him. He grinned, and her heart warmed with joy. Something
different entered that smile and had changed in only the last few moments. She
didn’t know how or why, but it resonated inside her like the key to a question.

The key to everything within Rayder that had seemed closed
off to her before now.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, hoping to solve the
mystery.

“That you are the finest woman I’ve ever met, and there will
never be another for me.”

Joy broke over her in a potent wave. Tears welled in her
eyes. “Rayder. But I took that potion. I can never have children. How could you
want me? It’s so important for Dragonia to repopulate.”

He swallowed hard, and she saw the naked pain in his eyes.
“It is true. I want children. I…I promised to my dying mother that I wanted
children. She made me promise because she believed Aknada was dead. Right after
you told me about the potion I was angry and hurt. But I understand now why you
did it.”

Hope blossomed inside her. “And you still want me? I have so
much to atone for. If I hadn’t done it, my parents and my brother would still
be alive.”

He cupped her face, his voice as fierce as his touch was
tender. “Listen to me. Taris Elian was an evil piece of shite. He would have
found another excuse to murder them because he wanted power over you. When you
took the potion and denied him children, he had the excuse. But he would have
found another reason regardless. Their deaths aren’t your fault.”

Perhaps she should have reasoned that out, should have
known. But something in his understanding and forgiveness set her free.

She met his kiss halfway, diving into the moment. As his
tongue took her, she gasped into his mouth. His hands landed on her bottom,
squeezing and caressing. They moved in unison, in a dance that had never felt
as right as it did now.

Powerful muscles moved beneath her. Skin slipped against
skin. She was intoxicated. Breaking from his kiss again, she opened her eyes
and sat up.

She undid the tie at her neck and hurried to lift the long
garment over her head. He grabbed the material and jerked it over her head. She
dropped it on the stone floor. His gaze smoothed over Xandra, features sharp in
the fading light. Blistering desire etched his face, those eyes glowing again
in that primitive sign of arousal or aggression. She knew he’d never hurt her,
gloried in the passion she knew would come.

Heat sliced through Xandra as she enjoyed his long thickness
pressing like a hot bar between her legs. His dark eyes so intent, so warm and
filled with desire. She loved the sensation. Loved knowing he wanted her.
Ownership filled her. This was her man. Her lover, and all the sins she’d once
believed about sex had disappeared. Freedom engulfed her in happiness. Despite
all they’d gone through, it no longer mattered if she returned to Magonia.
There was nothing there for her. Everything she cared for and loved resided in
Dragonia.

Loved.

“I love you.” The words left her mouth before she could stop
them.

His eyes widened slightly then turned ferocious. He reached
behind her neck and drew her down to him, breasts against chest, mouth against
mouth. His tongue plundered, stroking inside her. Her body reacted, her pussy
clenching and releasing with need, damp and aching. Rayder let her go long
enough to prop up on one elbow and to lash the tip of one nipple with his
tongue. She gasped in delight as his tongue flicked and tasted. The tip beaded,
hardened even more as he suckled strongly. He tormented that breast for an
eternity before moving to the next. With every caress she writhed, squirmed as
elemental craving flashed to life.

As she leaned over him, he clenched her hips and drew her
down. His cock head teased her pussy lips. She couldn’t stop the moan that left
her lips. With a growl and one hard thrust, his cock plunged inside her.
Pleasure streaked straight up from the point where they joined. Buried deep,
his cock was a firebrand inside, and she pulsed around his strength. He felt so
good. So right.

She closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his
thickness sliding in and out, caressing her with a motion that made her catch
her breath. She wanted more and she wanted it fast.

His hips lifted, gyrating in a slow but steady motion. Her
body didn’t understand anything but this, didn’t want anything but this.
Groaning, she plunged into the sensations bombarding her. Their breaths coming
fast, her heartbeat pounding, her body rushing toward a climactic explosion.
They groaned like animals as their bodies came together hard thrust after hard
thrust. The silken bed covers shifted against her skin, cool in contrast to the
heat spreading along their skin. Frantic to reach a peak, she moved with him.
Wanting. Undeniable.

Instinctively she sat up, forcing his hips to the bed.
Another masculine growl issued from deep in his throat. Her eyes flew open as
he gripped her hips again and tried to grind his hips upward between her
thighs. She smiled, ready to tease for only a moment. Her body wouldn’t allow
any more than that.

Rayder’s rough voice echoed in the chamber. “Fuck me,
woman.”

She laughed and panted. “Your language is horrible, sir. Is
that any way to speak to a lady?”

“You are killing me,” he gritted between his teeth.

Sweat beaded on his brow, his muscles taut with tension and
probably burning with a need for action. She loved this control over him. She
smiled slowly, holding back the driving urge to do as he demanded. Her flesh
throbbed around his cock, and as she clenched her muscles around him, he moaned.

“Please, my beauty.” His eyes hadn’t softened but his words
had.

“Please? The warrior begging his woman?” By Magon, it
pleased her to tease him.

His jaw clenched. Without warming he sat up and in a quick
maneuver, he flipped her onto her back. His cock slipped from her, slick with
her juices and as hard as she’d ever seen it. She expected him to plunge back
inside her. Instead, he lowered himself to the bed with his head between her
legs.
Oh.

Though he’d tasted her before, heat rushed into her face. She
closed her eyes as he started to feast.

A loud gasp left her throat as his tongue brushed over her
folds with slow deliberation. She ached, wanting so much more. He gave it. He
licked, his tongue a hot invader as it caressed her folds with a gentleness she
hadn’t expected. But he didn’t touch her where she needed it the most. She
needed him to touch her pleasure button. Over and over he tantalized her. He
dipped into her folds, thrusting his tongue inside and wiggling against
sensitive flesh. A shocked, appreciative moan left her.

His relentless touches threatened to drive her over the
edge, but she could never quite reach that pinnacle of pleasure.

“Please, Rayder.” A moan of need left her throat.

He lifted his head and stared at her. His eyes glowed, his
smile wicked. “See what happens to a woman who taunts her lover?”

Before she could answer, he shifted off her and held his
hand out. “Come.”

“What?” She slipped her hand into his. “You don’t mean to
stop?”

He chuckled as he urged her to her feet. “By the god,
absolutely not. I have more punishment for you.”

A twinge of alarm raced through her. “Punishment?”

“I am teasing you. I bought something earlier that I thought
you’d like.”

“That sounds like a gift. Not punishment.”

“It can be both.”

Curious, she watched as he dug into a pack he’d laid on the
floor earlier. He extracted a bottle of clear liquid. He placed it on a small
table near the bed. Then he reached in the pack and extracted a long tubular
device that resembled in almost every way a man’s—

“By the god,” she whispered. “It is a man’s…”

He laughed softly, the glow in his eyes increasing. “It is
made for a woman’s pleasure. We can insert it into your sweet cunny.”

“Oh.”

Oh my.

“If you are afraid, we will not use it.”

“No. I…I want to use it.” She did, and that shocked her a
smidgen. She watched him spread the clear liquid over the device. “But I do not
understand one thing. Why would you want to put that inside me when you could
put your…” She gestured at his cock and shrugged.

“Ah, but this can be used inside you in other ways too.” His
smile was even more wicked, if that was possible. He walked toward her. “In
your other sweet little hole too.”

Her mouth opened in surprise, but she didn’t know what to
say.

“Tonight I have the privilege of tucking inside your sweet
little hole, my beauty.”

Thrilled, a little scared and filled with extreme desire,
she waited for instruction.

“Turn around and place your palms on the bed. Spread your
legs,” he said.

She did as he asked, trembling in anticipation. When the
tubular object touched her pussy lips, it was warm. Surprised, she almost
purred in pleasure as the wide device parted her and Rayder slid it inside
slowly. As the cock pushed through her folds, it caressed her much as Rayder
always did.

“Oh Rayder. That feels wonderful.”

And it did. The heat spread her wide like Rayder’s cock, and
as the length plunged all the way inside her, his husky voice said, “Now hold
it. If you tighten and release, the pleasure will increase.”

She closed her eyes and did as he suggested. The rhythm of
her muscles contracting around the device felt exquisite. Within a few seconds
the pleasure started to build exponentially.

“Now I need you, my beauty,” Rayder said.

She expected him to withdraw the false cock. Instead his
fingers touched between her butt cheeks. She gasped. “Rayder, what are you
doing?”

“Preparing you for me.”

Rayder applied the warm liquid to her back hole, and with
excitement and wonder, she gloried in what he intended to do. The Chronicles of
Magon forbade such sex. Xandra didn’t care and longed for that forbidden
experience he’d introduced her to not so long ago.

Rayder’s breathing had quickened as he slid one and then two
fingers into her tightness. She moaned softly as his fingers slipped in and out
of her. Each dip into her tight well and every tightening of her muscles around
the false cock sent firebolts of pleasure streaking like lightning straight to
her core. She didn’t think she could take much more before the peak broke her
apart.

His cock touched her back entrance, and with deliberation
but gentleness, he tucked just the head inside. And began to move.

A low moan of bliss left her throat as she closed her eyes
and clenched at the bed covers. He worked her with the tip of his cock as she
allowed her muscles to work the cock she held deep within her pussy.
Relentless, with his breathing coming faster and hasher, he thrust just the tip
of his cock in and out of her.

“Rayder, I need…”

“What do you need?”

“All of it.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. By the god Magon, yes.”

She could feel him trembling with his need. Shaking as he
eased his cock deeper, deeper, going farther with each thrust until his entire
length plundered her channel. He pumped, swaying back and forth with steady
motion that sent new strokes of pleasure igniting into a firestorm. She
couldn’t take anymore.

Bliss threw her over the edge. Tumbling. Falling.

She repressed a scream. Her pussy throbbed around the cock
as her forbidden channel rippled around him in ecstasy.

Rayder gave one last thrust, breath rasping in his throat,
then shuddered and shook as a guttural sound left his throat. “I need more.”

More?

He drew his cock from her and pulled the false cock from her
pussy. He left the bed long enough to pour more liquid on the false cock. He
washed his own body then returned to her. He guided her to place her hands on
the bed again. The false cock touched between her butt checks and he inserted
it with determination into her forbidden channel. She’d thought she’d be sore,
but the hard, unrelenting object buried within felt exciting. Sinful.

His fingers slid over her hips, and with one lunge, he
buried himself in her pussy. She cried out, grappling for control as the first
spear brought her to the edge.

Rayder didn’t wait. He withdrew and then fed his length into
her wetness, down to the core. She shivered and sighed. The two cocks added to
her excitement, bringing her more pleasure than she could have expected.

Rayder thrust hard, picking up the pace until his groans of
animalistic power fueled her exhilaration. She whimpered, she cried out, tried
to keep her voice lower but couldn’t. The pleasure was too stark to contain.

Climax slammed her, pulsing outward from her pussy to her
belly, to her breasts until the bliss tingled in her nipples with sharp stings.

Rayder exploded inside her, a hot rush of his life force
flooding within her, a rough cry ripping from his throat. He leaned over her,
his arms coming around her, pressing small kisses to her back.

“That was wonderful, my beauty,” he managed to say as he
caught his breath.

Later on, as he held her close and they drifted to sleep,
she pondered one aspect of the night that concerned her. Actually, it stung her
deeply, if she thought too much about it.