Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Okaaayy.
Not exactly the declaration of love she was looking for, but what did Noelle expect? Her Dragon was not the average guy. Her Dragon. Yes. Mine.
The flash of possessiveness caught her off guard. She knew it wasn’t logical, okay, it wasn’t even near the realm of logic, but she loved him. From the second she laid eyes on him, she’d lost all claim to her heart, her soul, heck, every single inch of her body. Sander was it for her. The one.
Sure, it hurt when he told her he was leaving in the morning. Heck. The quiet statement he’d made practically ripped her heart out of her chest. As it was, the wound still gaped open.
She’d wished for someone to love her entire life. Every birthday and Christmas wish, since it was the same day for her, was spent on the same thing. Send me someone of my own, someone to love, who will love me back. A love like mom and dad had.
Well, she’d found it alright. Only to lose it just as quickly. Her body trembled as he stepped nearer to her. She wasn’t sure she could handle being this close and not touching him. Her fingers itched for his skin.
She’d never known desire or pleasure like she’d found in his arms. His beautiful, strong embrace that had taken her to heights she’d never dreamed about. She took a step back, knowing that if he came any closer nothing would stop her form throwing herself at him. Be strong. Don’t make a fool of yourself, Noelle. But was it too late for that?
“I don’t know if it’s Christmas or if it’s you,” Sander said closing in on her, “but I swear on everything I am that what I am about to say I mean with every part of me.”
“Sander, please, you don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do,” he smiled at her, his eyes glowing teal in the dark room, he reached out with his good hand and took one of hers, holding it tightly in his warm grip.
“I love you, Noelle,” she swayed as the word reached her ears, but he wasn’t finished, “I truly do love you, and I need you, my sweet little minx. I want you, now, and always.”
“Oh Sander.” She gasped and walked into his embrace, confused when he pulled back and looked into her eyes once more.
“I must know if you can love me, maimed hand and all?”
“Sander, how can you ask me that? Of course, I love you. You are perfect to me,” she cradled his imperfect hand and kissed the digits there, holding it to her chest. She felt him tremble and her heart swelled even more.
“I have a question, love.”
“What question?” Noelle gulped, tears brimming in her big, blue eyes.
“Can I have you?” His whispered plea was more growl than anything.
The words he uttered sent ripples of emotion through her frame. The question echoed in her ears and made her heart pound. Could this really be happening? She gasped and laughed as tears fell from her eyes.
“Can I have you? My little minx, please say yes,” he begged.
Noelle could only respond in one way. She jumped into his arms and locked her mouth against his in a kiss that sizzled through them both.
“Noelle, I must have an answer,” he groaned into her mouth. She hated breaking that kiss, but Sander trembled under her hands and she loved him for all his vulnerability. She reached down and ran her hand along the long, hard length of him moaning in anticipation as he grew under her searching fingers.
“Sander, you’ve got me. I’m yours,” she breathed the words into his mouth, her tongue swirling around his as her heart threatened to explode.
“I must mark you, love, now, es meus,” he growled against her lips.
Noelle could practically read his thoughts and her body practically begged to be marked by his. She panted and moaned as they rubbed against each other. She reached up and moved her hair to one side, pulling down the front of her dress to reveal the long lines of her throat and the ripe swell of her breast.
“Here, I will make you mine,” his gravelly voice was deep. The vibrations sent waves of pleasure down her body to the slick heat between her thighs. She looked up at him.
His gorgeous face hovered just above hers, his beast shining through his eyes. They glowed an intense teal color as he growled and without warning, bit down on the soft flesh just above her right breast. Noelle groaned out loud. The sound echoing in the confines of his bedroom. It quickly turned into a sigh as the pain rapidly exceeded to white, hot pleasure.
In seconds, he had her skirt hiked up around her waist, his fingers gripping her hips. He tore the panties off her body with a harsh sound and found her wet and ready for him. Noelle moaned and flung open the buttons of his tailored shirt. She needed to touch his skin.
Her fingers skimmed over the smooth muscles there. Stopping at the sapphire rose on his chest. Under her fingers the marking hummed and vibrated, heat so strong it burned underneath her fingers. She bit her lip as she watched in wonder at the magic that caused his rose to open and bloom. Sander gasped with the pain of it.
“Ah, Noelle, yes, my mate, my true mate,” he growled and flung his head back as the mark grew and sizzled on his perfect skin.
It was as if his heart had been frozen for the last five-hundred years and was thawing out all at once. Noelle bit back a moan as the place where he bit her began to grow warm and tingly.
“That’s it, love, es meus,” he growled and thrust inside of her.
She tensed as her pleasure came riding over her in great waves, rocking them both to ecstasy. He tensed and groaned his completion, pouring his seed into her welcoming heat.
“Es meus,” he said at her ear.