A dragon shifter novel Chapter 93

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Take the Pain Away.

Allison

Kael’s eyes lock onto mine, that amber glow intensifying until it feels like he’s staring straight into my soul. “Tell us what you need, Trouble,” he rasps, his voice a velvet rumble that sends shivers racing across my overheated skin. His hand hovers near my arm, not quite touching, like he’s afraid one spark might ignite us all.

Evander shifts closer on my other side, his presence a wall of controlled fire. His fingers brush my shoulder, light as a whisper, but it’s enough to make me arch into the contact. “We won’t do anything you don’t want,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “But gods, pet, you smell like everything I’ve ever craved.

The heat inside me surges, a tidal wave crashing through my veins, demanding more. My inner hellhound whines in my mind, impatient and needy. Take them. They’re ours. The dragon coils tighter, her heat mirroring mine, urging me forward with a sultry hum. Let them claim you. It’s what we all need.

I reach out, my hands trembling as I grasp Kael’s wrist and pull him down. “Touch me,” I breathe, “Please. Both of you.”

That’s all it takes, Kael’s mouth crashes onto mine in a kiss that’s pure hunger, teeth nipping at my lower lip, tongue sweeping in like he’s tasting fire. His hands finally land on me, one sliding up my thigh, the other cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple until I gasp into his mouth. The ache between my legs guises harder, wet and insistent, and I grind against nothing, desperate for friction. Evander’s lips find my neck, trailing hot, open–mouthed kisses down to my collarbone. His hand joins Kael’s on my body, fingers tracing the curve of my hip, dipping lower to tease the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “So beautiful,” he whispers against my skin, his voice thick with emotion. “So ours.” There’s a vulnerability in his tone, a crack in the dragon’s armour that makes my heart clench. He’s not just here for the heat; he’s here for me, all of me. I break from Kael’s kiss, turning my head to capture Evander’s mouth. His kiss is different, deeper, slower, like he’s savouring every second. His tongue dances with mine, a rhythm that builds the fire higher, while Kael’s lips move south, kissing a path down my chest. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing just enough to send sparks of pleasure–pain straight to tey core,

“Oh gods,” I moan, my fingers tangling in Kael’s hair as Evander’s hand finally slips between my thighs. His fingers find me slick and ready, circling my clit with agonising precision. The sensation is electric, making my hips buck up into his touch. “Evander… Kael…”

Kael lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine, dark with desire and something/softer, more profound. “We’ve got you, Trouble,” he says, his voice breaking slightly. “We’ll make it better. We’ll make it right.” There’s an undercurrent of fear in his words, not for himself, but for me. Like he’s terrified of hurting me even as his body trembles with restraint.

Evander nods, his golden eyes gleaming. “Together,” he agrees, and the bond between us all flares brighter, emotions pouring through like a shared heartbeat: Kael’s fierce protectiveness, Evander’s unyielding devotion, my own whirlwind of need and love and trust.

They move in unison, as if choreographed by the magic thrumming in our veins. Kael shifts down the bed, his strong hands parping my thighs wider. Ifis breath fans over my centre, hot and teasing, before his tongue flicks out, tasting me. I cry out, the pleasure so intense it borders on overwhelming. He lags at me slowly, deliberately, his growls vibrating against my skin. Evander captures my cries with another kiss, his fingers still working imo in Candem with Kael’s mouth: “Feel us,” he murmurs against my lips. “Feel how much we want you. How much we need you.” His free hand roams my body, punching and othing, building the tension until I’m a writhing mess between them. The heat crests and recedes in waves, but each one leaves me hungrier. My inter voices egg me on–the hellhound panting with approval, the dragon roaring for more.

“I needman Imp pulling at Evander’s shoulders. “Inside me. Please.”

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Evander watches us, his hand stroking my hair, his arousal pressing against my side. “So perfect,” he breathes, leaning down to kiss my shoulder. The gesture is intimate, binding us all chaser.

Kael begins to move, thrusts deep and measured, each one hitting that spot inside me that makes me see white. I wrap my legs around him, urging hims faster, my nails digging into his back. The bond amplifies everything–his pleasure echoing in my mind, mingling with mins until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

Evander’s hand slips between us, circling my clit again, heightening the sensations until I’m teetering on the edge. But Kael slows, his rhythm faltering as he lifts his head. His eyes meet mine, glowing fiercely. “Allison… can I mark you?” His voice is hoarse, pleading. “Make you mine forever?”

The question hangs in the air, heavy with meaning. Marking–a permanent claim, a soul–deep bond. My heart swells, the emotion gripping me tighter than the heat ever could. “Yes,” I whisper, tears spilling over. “Yes, Kael. Mark me.”

With a guttural growl, he surges forward one last time, his teeth sinking into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Pain blooms, sharp and sweet, then melts into ecstasy as his climax hits, flooding me with warmth. The mark pulses, sealing our connection, and I shatter around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me,

He collapses beside me, panting, his hand still clutching mine. “Mine,” he murmurs, kissing the fresh mark tenderly.

The heat eases slightly, but it hasn’t gone away. Evander shifts, taking Kael’s place, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that steals my breath.

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Evander enters me slowly, his larger frame enveloping me completely. “Gods, pet,” he groans, his hips rolling in a rhythm that’s both powerful and gentle. “You feel like home.”

The words wrap around my heart, squeezing tight as his body fills mine. Evander is bigger than Kael, a stretch that borders on too much, but the heat in my veins turns it into pure bliss. I gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard planes of muscle that shift under my touch. His skin is fever hot, scales faintly shimmering along his arms and chest like embers in the dim light of the room. The dragon within him is close to the surface, his eyes molten gold, pupils slit with primal need.

Kael, still beside us, recovering from his own release, reaches out to stroke my hair, his touch grounding me, “Breathe, Trouble,” he murmurs, his voice rough but tender. “Let him in. He’s got you.” His fingers trail down my arm, linking with mine, a reminder that this is us- all three of us, bound in this moment. Evander holds still once he’s fully seated inside me, giving me time to adjust. His forehead presses against mine, breaths mingling in short, heated

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“You’re everything,” he whispers, his voice cracking with raw vulnerability. “My mate. My light in the endless dark.” He begins to move then, slow at first, each thrust a deliberate claim that sends sparks dancing along my nerves. The angle is perfect, hitting deep and stirring the embers of heat back to life. I arch into him, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. The hellhound in my mind stirs lazily, sated from Kael’s marking but still hungry for more. Ours, she purrs, her voice a contented rumble. My dragon roars in agreement. Evander’s hands roam my body with worshipful intent. One palm flattens against my stomach, feeling the way I clench around him, while the other cups my breast, thumb teasing the peaked nipple until I whimper. “Feel that?” he asks, his lips brushing my ear. “That’s us, pet. Connected. Whole.” His pace quickens slightly, hips snapping with controlled power, each movement building the pressure inside me like a gathering storm.

I turn my head, seeking Kael’s mouth. He kisses me softly, his tongue tangling with mine as Evander thrusts harder. The contrast is intoxicating, Kael’s gentle affection against Evander’s intense possession. Kael’s hand slips between us again, finding my clit, circling it with expert pressure that makes my vision blur, “Cum for him, trouble” Kael encourages, his amber eyes locked on where Evander and I join. “Let go.”

The heat surges, a wave of need that crashes over me, demanding release. Evander’s growls fill the room, low and draconic, vibrating through his chest into mine. Sweat slicks our skin, making every slide of bodies frictionless and electric. I claw at his back, feeling the faint ridges of scales under my nails, and he hisses in pleasure, his rhythm faltering for a moment.

“Evander,” 1 moan, my voice breaking. “More. Please, gods, more.”

He obliges, lifting my hips to change the angle, driving deeper. The bond floods with his emotions: awe at my trust, fear of losing control, and a love so profound it aches. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he confesses between thrusts, his voice strained, “Of claiming you. Of being claimed in return.” His golden eyes meet mine, holding me captive.

Tears spill down my cheeks, mingling with sweat. The emotional weight of his words hits harder than the physical pleasure, twisting the heat into something sacred. Kael squeezes my hand, his own eyes glistening. “She’s ours,” he says to Evander, voice thick. “And we’re hen

Evander nods, his thrusts growing erratic, the dragon’s fire building to an inferno. I’m close, so close, my body coiling right around him. But he shows, just as Kael had, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. He leans down, his lips hovering over the unmarked side of my neck–the opposite shoulder, mirroring Karl’s claim. The symmetry feels right, balanced, like completing a circle.

“Allison,” he breathes, his voice a plea wrapped in thunder. “My love may I mark you? Bind my soul to yours forever?”

The spention andjes row. This ancient, powerful being, asking with such humility, as if I could ever deny him: The heat pass, ging i ronward, but it’s the love in his eyes that seals it “Yes,” I sab, my hands framing his face. “Mark me, fivander Make me yours.”

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snperwhelming release. The heat finally breaks, receding like a tide, leaving behind a profound calm. Evander collapses over me, careful not to crush, his boy shuddering as he licks the mark tenderly, soothing the sting.

“Mine,” he murmurs, echoing Kael Carlier words, but with a dragon’s possessive rumble. “Ours,”

Kael pulls us both close, his arm draping over Evander’s back, enclosing me in their warmth. “Perfect,” he whispers, kissing my temple. “You’re perfect.”

I lie there, sandwiched between them, the marks on my shouers throbbing in syne with our heartbeats. The inner voices hum contentedly, the hellhound curling up to sleep, the dragon nesting with satisfaction, the wraith retreating to his shadows with a rare sense of peace. The heat resides in me and I can finally breathe again.

“Is it over?” I whisper, my voice barely a tremor in the dark.

Kael’s hand slides down my arm, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin. Evander lets out a low laugh beside me, warm against the shell of my ear.

“No, Trouble,” Kael murmurs, his tone a mix of amusement and warning. “That was just the first wave.”

Evander’s chuckle rumbles through my back. “A heat can last days, pet. Sometimes longer.”

Days

The word echoes through me, heavy and electric, the embers under my skin already beginning to stir again. I swallow hard, caught between panic and something else entirely.

“Days,” I breathe. “Oh gods.”

Kael grins against my neck. “Welcome to the fun part.”

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