Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Sunny rinsed herself off and patted her skin dry with one of the fluffiest damn towels she had ever used in her life. Dragons really did have a thing about luxury.
Everything in Devine’s house was top quality, designer labelled, and name brand. Some stuff was so damn fancy, it did not even have a label. She was a simple girl at heart, having grown up hippie in the wilds of New Jersey.
She did not know Gucci from Prada to Nevada. Labels meant nothing to her, and she worried her lower lips as she went through his closet and found a silky button-down shirt to wear. The material was so light against her healing, but still-bruised skin, Sunny did not want to take it off. So she wore it and walked down to the small kitchenette in his wing of the property he shared with his brother.
Devine had explained about the design of the house, and why he lived with his kin and a stone’s throw from Castle Falk. Dragon Clans were a lot like Wolf Packs. Of course, the Macconwood Pack was the largest, covering almost the entirety of North America, so it was harder to get that close-knit feel, but was why her own family unit was so strong.
The Daye family was like a Pack unto themselves, with her best friend Minerva Lykos taking up permanent residency in their hearts ever since she’d lost her parents. Speaking of Minnie, Sunny should probably call her to let her know her cell was busted. But not just then.
Something heavenly scented was wafting through the house, and Sunny followed her nose down the stairs to the kitchen. Devine’s back was towards her, and she noticed he had taken a shower too and was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs as he stood making grilled cheese sandwiches over the stove.
“Smells good,” she said, startling him.
Devine turned around so quickly the sandwiches almost went flying out of the dish he’d been stacking them in. He righted them, then stared. Didn’t move, didn’t speak, only looked with his head cocked to the side.
His mouth was open as he raked his gaze from the still wet curls on top of her head to her pink polished toenails, and though she was decently covered, Sunny felt like every single inch of her was on display. Not in a bad way, on the contrary. She liked how he made her feel—all soft, feminine, and desirable.
Only Devine had that power with her. He was the only man who’d really looked past the frizzy hair, and the clumsiness, the Crocs, and the close-knit family who kept tabs on her and liked to drive her nuts. Goddamn, was he beautiful. His stormy blue-black gaze glittered at her, and she thought about his Dragon. The beast had come for her. He’d used his spiny quartz stones to form columns, holding the roof that had tried to crush her under the weather.
Brave Dragon, you saved my life. Good mate.
“Hi,” she whispered nervously.
“Hi. Um, food. You’re hungry,” he said, growling that last but in a way that sent little electric pulses of lust surging straight through her core.
Sunny nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She sat down at the small kitchen island and picked up a warm sandwich.
“Mmm, sour dough and cheddar, and omg, what is that?” Sunny gasped and moaned as she chewed the gooey goodness that had been laced with something cinnamon and spicy. It was like apple pie and grilled cheese had a perfectly delicious little baby, and she wanted to eat it all.
“That is New York Sharp Cheddar from Organic Valley Farms and fresh baked sourdough bread with a teaspoon of Noelle’s special holiday apple butter.”
“Who is Noelle? Seriously, so I can decide to scratch her eyes out or send her a thank you note.”
“Oh,” he said and laughed. “No, it’s not like that. She is Sander’s mate. A good female who is a great chef.”
“Ooh,” Sunny replied, and picked up another half. “Good. Glad you told me. I would hate to get all murder-y on your friends.”
“I see,” Dev replied, inching closer to her, and holding up part of his sandwich for her to bite. “Does this mean you would like this mating, our mating, to continue?”
Sunny chewed slowly, thoughtfully, before swallowing the rest of her bite. She’d eaten two sandwiches and a hefty chomp of his, and though she could have kept going, that was more than enough to satisfy her hunger for now.
“That depends,” she told him, honesty ringing in her voice. “I want a mate who wants me back, Dev. I know we are fated, and that is fantastic, but I believe we have choices. I want to be with you. I choose you. The only real question is, what do you choose?”
She waited with bated breath for what felt like an eternity before he moved. He took their plates and returned them to the sink, then he stalked her—what else could she call that slow, predatory walk as he came to stand directly in front of her?
He did not touch her, not with his body, but he leaned forward and grazed her lips with his own. Once, twice, three times before delving his tongue into her mouth. He was so hot. Completely ruining her with his lips. Her pussy ached, moisture dripping down her thighs and her nipples beaded so tight they hurt.
“Please, Dev,” she murmured against his mouth, and with a snarl, he gripped the back of her neck and pulled her into his body.
So. Fucking. Hot.
She moaned, clutching at his shoulders, and breaking skin with her extended claws. Fuck, she didn’t mean to do that, but he did not seem to care. Devine kept on kissing her, and kissing her, until she was kissed so thoroughly, she thought she would come from his mouth on hers alone.
He kept that maddening hand on the back of her neck, lifting her up with his other arm wrapped around her ass. His lips still touching hers, licking, nibbling, placing biting little kisses of possession all over her neck and chin.
“I like you in my clothes,” he growled, backing her into the floor as he made it to the first landing. “But this has to come off."
Sunny was panting. Her legs were open. The hard bar of his cock was nestled against her wet folds, but the fucker still wore his boxer briefs, and the torture was exquisite.
“Let me,” he said, moving her trembling fingers out of the way while he slowly opened her borrowed shirt, undoing button by button.
“Dev,” she whined, head lolling back as he finally parted the material, sliding it down her shoulders.
“Don’t rush, sweetheart. We have all night, meus lupus, and I want to take my time with you.”
“Want you.”
“You’ve got me, Sunny. And I have you. I never thought I would have a mate of my own, and you turned out to be the best damn surprise I have ever had in my whole life. Let me show you what you mean to me. Let me have you, Sunny,” he growled, closing his mouth over one distended nipple.
“Yessss,” she hissed, moaning as pleasure built deep within her.
“That’s a good girl,” he growled, pushing her breasts together and lapping at the valley between them before sucking the other one into the hot cavern of his mouth. “Fuck, you taste like heaven. Was that a yes, love? Can I have you?” Devine repeated his question.
Of course, it was a yes, how could he think it was anything else? But he stopped sucking, moving back to stand, tugging her hand until she stood to. She was shaky, but he steadied her, his strong fingers clasping her hips as he walked her backwards, up the stairs, to his bed.
“I need the words,” he said, teasing her with light, feathery swipes of his tongue. “Can I have you?” he repeated, and every time he did, her clit throbbed, and her pussy readied for his imminent invasion.
This was big, she realized suddenly, and taking his face in her hands, Sunny looked into the stormy eyes of her Dragon and gave him her answer.
“Yes, Devine Graystone. You can have every inch of me, body, heart, mind, soul, and Wolf. I choose you, mate. I love you.”
The air was pregnant with power as the force of their matebond hummed and flared to life. Sunny gasped as the mark over her breast, her quartz rose burned and glowed, Devine was trembling, his eyes burning a glittering shade of blue-black she had never seen.
“Es meus,” he growled, shredding his boxers off his body. His Dragon was right there, in that stormy gaze as Devine grabbed her thighs in his hands and penetrated her with one swift thrust of his hips.
Sunny’s mouth opened in a silent scream as Devine wrecked her body, bringing her to heights never felt before. He was relentless in his mission, branding her with his touch, kindling fires in her soul as he kissed, licked, caressed, bit, and fucked her to within an inch of her life.
Holy. Motherfucking. Claiming.
If Sunny had thought the first time Devine claimed her as his mate, the Dragon had rocked her world—then this was something else. This coming together was a whole new level of sexing Sunny had not believed possible, never mind experienced. Sunny wanted to let go of herself, to feel nothing but the pleasure he could bring, but Devine commanded her attention.
“Watch me, meus lupus,” he growled, his dick stroking deep inside her, touching secret, hidden places and filling her so good. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.
The thin smattering of hair against his chest felt delicious rubbing against her nipples, and Sunny growled, arching her back to meet his thrusts with her hips. She begged him to move faster, harder, but he would not budge. The bastard was grinning as he slid his big, thick cock deeper, shortening his strokes and grinding his pubis right into her needy clit. Sunny went cross-eyed from the pleasure. Fuck, it was so good. She was so close.
Just. Needed. More.
Closing her mouth over his neck, she bit down, her canines sliding from her mouth, teasing his neck, she did not pierce his skin this time, just reminded him of her claim, and it was all he seemed to need to lose that carefully maintained control. Devine withdrew from her almost completely, then he slammed back home.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned with every thrust and retreat.
His fingers bruised her thighs as he pushed her open wider. Devine was insatiable as he drove himself into her, and she loved it. Sunny clung to his arms as her pussy tightened.
So wet, so hot, so good.
Her orgasm hovered just there. So close, so fucking close. As if he could hear her, Devine snarled, his Dragon glowing in his stormy blue gaze. He leaned down, clamped one tight bud between his teeth, and he bit her. Hard.
“Oh fuck Dev, I’m coming!”
And she was coming. Like really coming. Holy fucking hell. The man was unstoppable, hellbent on making her lose her mind, and she was, she had. Her mind, heart, body, soul was his. Devine was everywhere now. She felt him inside her, and not just her body. He was inside her heart.
Sunny spiraled from the pleasure. Her orgasm was so big, so long, it went on and on—better than any she had ever had. Pleasure filled every cell. Her neurons were sparking, short-circuiting from the fire he’d created in her veins. She never knew love like this was possible. Yes, love. Fate may have matched them, but love made them choose each other. She knew he loved her now. Felt it in his touch. Heard it in her brain, like he was whispering it through their matebond.
Devine was still pumping into her as his litany whispered through her very soul.
Es meus. In aeternum. Mine, for always. Meus lupus. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you.
Tears pricked her eyes, and the pleasure built again. Devine rolled them over and she was on top of him. Fuck, if he didn’t slide even deeper in this position. She leaned back, loving his hands seemed everywhere, touching everything as she rocked her body in time with his thrusts. She wanted him crazy for her, needed him to lose control. And she worked for it, swiveling her hips and raking her claws against his skin.
“So beautiful, mate,” he growled, his hands digging into her hips.
Devine sat up, sucking her nipples, and kissing her skin. She worked him harder, faster, rocking her hips and gripping him tighter with her pussy. His cock pulsed, and she knew he was close.
“I love you, Dev. Do you hear me? I pick you. Always,” she cried out and bit down, marking him once more.
Devine stiffened with his release. He roared as he coated her insides with his cum and fuck, she howled her pleasure as another orgasm took her by surprise.
“This, this is how matings are supposed to be,” she whispered as she collapsed against him.
“Messy?” he teased, and she laughed, pinching his ass.
“No, perfect. I choose you, Dev,” she whispered, loving the glow of his Dragon as the beast joined them.
“And I choose you, Sunny. Forever, I choose you,” he whispered and kissed her softly.