Chapter 9

Twyla fell forward onto her arms, her pert little heart-shaped ass sticking even more into the air. Bram let go of his still-hard cock and used his tongue to spread her juices and his semen around her vulva, then all the way up to her puckered rosebud sphincter.

"Temptress." He used one hand to rub the head of his cock up and down the crack of her ass. "You're even wet back there."

"So do it." She wiggled her ass, tormenting him even further. "Just be careful, okay? You're not exactly small."

"Be very sure, princess." He leaned over and let his hot breath caress her throat. This was it, the final step in the mating ritual. He'd marked her neck with his teeth and her skin with his seed. He'd come down her throat and spilled into her womb. If he fucked her in the ass, he'd be bound to her forever. And every fragment of his being wanted that, wanted those bonds with a desperation he'd never dreamed it was possible to feel.

But he discovered that he couldn't make her his without her permission. The choice had to be hers.

"If we do this, it's the same as a marriage vow to a dragon." He was so hard he hurt, so aroused his words were barely intelligible. "So be very sure you want to be a dragon's bride, princess."

"Are - are you proposing to me?"

"I guess I am." And if she didn't say yes, he wasn't sure he'd survive.

"You've never done anal before? Is that what this is about?" Her tone was curious, but her breathing was as ragged as his own. "You can fuck my ass without marrying me. I want you in every way I can get you, Bram. Even there."

"Goddess!" He hadn't thought he could get any harder, but he was. "It isn't that. I've played more sexual games than you can imagine. But dragons have this whole sequence of things we do when we find our perfect mate. And princess, we've already gotten to all but this one. This is the last step. Afterward it will be too late to change your mind."

"Perfect mate?"

Shit, had he really said that out loud? Too late to take it back now. "Yeah. Fucking perfect. For me. If you let me complete the ritual, I'll never be able to let you go. And both half-dragons and pixies live for a really long time."

"So I can look forward to several hundred years of your alpha-male bossiness?" She rolled so swiftly he didn't have time to react. Then her wide, tear-bright green eyes were looking up into his.

"Yeah. I'll try to control it, but I doubt I'll always succeed." He'd try to be an understanding mate, but it was his nature to be dominant, protective. And she was a pixie, a being who needed to be free. What the hell was he thinking to fall for her?

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "Is this something you want, Bram? Or just some physiological thing you think you need?"

"It does involve a physical reaction for me, but it's not involuntary, and it's not arbitrary. It's happening to me now because I want you." How could she doubt it? "From the moment I laid eyes on you in that damn witch outfit, I knew you were something special. Yeah, there's some weird biochemical or maybe metaphysical link between us. But it's not just physical. I like you, Twyla. I already know you're brave, you're a fighter and you have a hell of a sense of humor. You won't let me run roughshod over you and you'll give every bit as good as you get. But if you don't want me, aren't willing to have me as a part of the rest of your life, I'll walk away right now, even if it kills me."

Tears leaked down her cheeks but she made no move to wipe them away. Every bit of her attention was focused on Bram's strong, handsome face. His fangs were out a little, his pupils slightly elongated. She wondered abstractly if he knew that happened during intensely emotional moments.

She'd never planned to marry. Most pixies weren't into long-term commitments. She'd come all the way from her mother's kingdom just to gain her freedom. But to deny Bram - to give him up - would hurt more than if someone ripped the very wings from off her back.

Goddess help her, she'd gone and fallen in love with a half dragon. Well, at least neither of them would freak when their kids came out with wings. She looped her arms up around his neck.

"I accept."

"Twyla!" His mouth crushed down onto hers, his lips hard and fierce. "Thank you, my love, thank you!" Then his tongue slid into her mouth like it belonged there, which she supposed it did. He stroked it along her own and caressed the inside of her cheeks and lips, before thrusting in and out in an imitation of sex.

He called her his love! Had he meant it? She suckled his tongue, loving the taste of him, sweet and salty all at the same. They ate at each other, drank in each other's passion, till Twyla couldn't wait any longer to have him penetrate her in that one final way. She wrenched her lips from his and drew in a long, shuddering breath.

"Take me, Bram." He loosened his grip enough to let her roll back to her knees. "My dragon!"

"Goddess, you have the most beautiful ass!" He used his hand to spread her lubrication, making sure her anus was slippery and wet. He dipped his thumb into the rim of her sphincter, ensuring she was wet inside as well. Then he leaned over and licked at it with his tongue. The pointed tip darted inside her hole and Twyla nearly leapt up off the rug at the intensity of the sensation.

"Take me!" She wanted him inside her in every way possible. In her mind, in her heart, even in her ass. She quivered, trying not to move as he scooped a handful of her own cream to lubricate his penis, the sound of him stroking himself one of the most erotic things she'd ever heard.

"With pleasure, princess!" First one finger, then two penetrated her anus, stretching her wide. The hormone from his tongue must have prevented her from feeling pain, it didn't hurt at all when he added a third thick digit, then a fourth. She was breathing in little gasps and moans, but she didn't think it was turning him off. Not judging by the size of the erection that replaced his fingers when he positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her ass.

"You're sure?" She'd have sworn his voice almost broke over the question.

"Completely certain. Claim me, dragon. I want to be yours."

"Forever?" She knew he was just trying to give her one last chance to come to her senses, but she had no desire to do so. If this was crazy, she wanted to stay insane for the rest of her life.

"Forever!" She pushed back against him, forcing the bulbous head of his cock part way into her ass. "Fuck me, damn it! Now!"

"Mine!" His roar shook the walls of the townhouse as he rammed himself home. She'd never been so stuffed, so filled, so - whole.