The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Truebond Veil Gone Bad

"STOP!"

Dexmon’s eyes flared gold, and his voice came out layered.

Solara, who was mid-Truebond Veil, stopped immediately. The sudden brake sent Gav and Serena flying off her back into open sky.

Gav had approximately half a second to process that he was no longer on a dragon before gravity introduced itself with enthusiasm.

"Don’t worry, Velkaris has us," Serena breathed in his ear. When she spoke they were moving so fast that she couldn’t get any air back in her mouth.

Gav wanted to respond. He had things to say. Important things. Profane things. The atmosphere was not cooperating with any of them.

Instead he squeezed Serena hard, wrapping his arms around her with zero fucks given that two Alphas were watching. It was the grip of a man who had calculated his odds and decided that if he was going to die, then he’d do it holding the prettiest girl in Skardos.

Serena fabricated a gold parachute. The wind ripped through it before it fully formed. Useless at this speed. She let it go. Magic, it turned out, was not built for terminal velocity.

Her back hit a dragon wing, slowing down their fall but not stopping it. She knew her dragon was why.

Velkaris had coordinated an aerial rescue using other dragons as speed bumps. The dragon equivalent of catching a person by throwing them down a flight of stairs one step at a time. Painful. Patent pending.

Three more pairs of leathered membrane met them, coordinated, slowing them down.

But they were still going too fast and they both knew it. Panic fluttered in her chest and instincts took over.

The world rearranged itself around her in pink light.

A pink portal opened mid-air. They fell through it. Another portal cracked open one thousand feet above where they just were. In theory, it gave them more time before hitting the ground.

"Motherfucker. What the actual fuck," Gav screamed. Eloquent. Concise. The first complete sentence he’d managed in ninety seconds.

His arms tightened around her if that was even possible, and he buried his face in her neck. She could feel every single part of him pressed against her.

Aurelia: If we survive this, he will want to mate with you.

Serena: Please stop saying that. I beg you.

To be fair, Serena had been straddling him on a vibrating dragon before being launched into the sky. And now her legs were wrapped around him. But that was so she didn’t drop him.

More dragon wings met them as they fell. Every one felt like being slapped by a leather wall at terminal velocity. The kind of slap that left fingerprints.

The worst part was the rhythm. Each impact drove his hips up into hers, in the same way, at the same angle, the g-force compressing them together like the universe was personally invested in making this as uncomfortable as possible.

Aurelia: His body doesn’t lie. Biology.

Serena: We are PLUMMETING through the atmosphere right now.

Aurelia: And he is hard. Both things are true.

She was going to give him the grace of pretending this was not happening, and if they survived, they were never going to speak of it. Ever.

A noise escaped Gav’s throat and his cock pulsed. The friction was turning the fall into the most torturous dry-hump of his life.

He realized in that moment that he was going to die in the air with an erection.

Aurelia: He is hitting the right spot every time. Good rhythm.

Serena: THOSE ARE DRAGON WINGS, AURELIA.

Aurelia: Grinding. Your hips thrust towards him on that last one.

Serena: They did not.

Serena fabricated another parachute. This time, it caught. The jerk of deceleration cracked two of her ribs on the left side, and she heard the sound before the pain registered. It held for three seconds.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK," Gav wheezed. One word. It contained every prayer, complaint, and last testament.

The wind ate her magic the way a fire ate parchment. A hole tore through the center and widened faster than she could fix it.

They were falling again.

Aurelia: Your body is responding. Heat between your legs building.

Serena: Don’t.

Aurelia: Your scent changed. He can smell your arousal now.

Serena didn’t dignify that with a response.

Aurelia: He is pretending it’s not happening too. That is funny.

Velkaris snapped his head towards Morholt. He roared, furious, translating roughly to: This is your fault and I have a very long memory.

He looked at Dex with a pure look of "I am not pleased" and Dex fired back an identical look without a single word of apology in it.

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