The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: Marked by His Fae

EIRLYS’ POV

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The sun had long since slipped beneath the horizon, leaving the world bathed in silver. The moon and stars had begun to peek through the velvet sky, their glow catching in the mist that drifted from the falls.

I still lay sprawled across the boulder, chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. The stone should have been cold, but it radiated with the heat we had poured into it, as though it too remembered.

Kierygan hovered above me, his shadow framed by starlight. I let my gaze drift sideways, toward the shore where Nibbles had curled into a ball atop my discarded wedding gown, fast asleep. The sight drew a tired, tender smile to my lips.

But then warm palms cradled my face, steady and unyielding, and I was forced back into the moment. I met his eyes-piercing, molten, impossible to look away from.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

I obeyed without question, and our lips met again, slow and searing.

He pulled my legs toward him, positioning himself at my entrance. With one forceful thrust, he drove his entire length inside me, making me cry out. Kierygan flung my knee onto his shoulder, opening me further, before he began to move with increasing intensity. The air quaked with my cries, his guttural groans, and the relentless roar of the waterfalls nearby.

Soon after, that familiar tingling unfurled in my stomach, winding tighter and tighter until it surged straight to my core. A sharp itch burned through my canines, and instinct clawed at me to sink them into him. I gripped his shoulders, dragging myself up to claim his neck, but Kierygan’s hold stopped me. A growl tore from my throat, raw and demanding.

“Patience, little star,” he whispered, driving more fierce thrusts that left me trembling, until I could no longer hold back any longer. Moments later, I felt his release, hot and intense, filling me as my body trembled uncontrollably.

He collapsed against me, holding me tight as the aftershocks pulsed through us. I cupped his face, forcing him to meet my gaze. “You said… I could mark you,” I whispered, a trace of hurt slipping through.

He pressed his forehead to mine, a wicked smile curving his lips. “I’ve been fantasizing about taking you in your full fae form,” he murmured, voice rough with want. “I want you to mark me -glowing, wings and all.”

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I pushed myself up, and swung my leg over him, pinning him beneath me. My hands flattened against his chest, holding him down. His sharp inhale told me I’d caught him off guard.

Then my wings burst free in a sweeping arc of gold, stretching wide as my glow flared, flooding the space in blinding heat. Power thrummed through me, alive and wild.

Kierygan’s eyes widened, hunger and awe flickering in their depths before that wicked smile returned. His lips parted on a low groan.

“There you are,” he breathed, equal parts reverent and taunting, and the sound of it only stoked the fire inside me.

I felt him tense beneath me again, and I shifted, letting his hands slide to my hips, steadying and guiding me until I was perfectly aligned with him.

I rolled my hips against him, and his groan shivered through my chest. Heat coiled between us, every movement, every brush of skin sparking through my veins until I felt dizzy with him. His hands gripped my waist, steadying me, letting me set the pace, guiding us both higher.

The waterfalls roared around us, but all I heard was the ragged tangle of our breaths, the scrape of my nails across his chest, and the guttural sounds he couldn’t hold back. My glow flared, bathing us in molten light, and with each movement, the bond tightened, demanding

more.

“Eirlys,” he growled.

The slight quake in his voice told me he was close. Hearing my name on his lips-so raw, so reverent-pushed me over the edge. My canines throbbed, my body ached to claim him, to seal what had already been inevitable. I bent over him, lips brushing his neck, tasting the heat of his skin.

I met his gaze, and the subtle nod he gave was all I needed.

“Mine,” I growled, before sinking my teeth into the crook of his neck.

The instant I did, light burst through me-blinding, searing, eternal. My cries mingled with his roars as we both tumbled into release. The bond, already strong, now welded us together- fire, blood, and soul fused into an unbreakable chain.

I didn’t let go. I hadn’t realized blood could taste so sweet, feel so intoxicating. For a heartbeat, I hesitated. But Kierygan’s voice brushed against my ear.

“Take what you need, little star,” he murmured, husky and low.

So I took more. Only when I was fully sated, drunk on him, did I withdraw, retracting my teeth and letting the fire between us settle.

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I licked the blood from his wound, savoring the heat and the taste. His hand threaded through my hair, gripping gently but firmly, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “That… was the best feeling ever,” he murmured, voice rough with awe, before pressing my head down against his chest, holding me close.

KIERYGAN’S POV

Her legs clung tightly around my waist, arms looped around my neck as I carried her down from the boulder and into the pool. The water rose to my chest, cool against my skin. But I barely felt it-only the heat of her mouth on mine, our lips desperate, unwilling to part.

I waded through the pool without ever letting her go, her glow skimming my skin like firelight against shadow. By the time we reached the shallows, her breath had thinned into ragged little gasps between kisses.

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Bending, I gathered our discarded clothes without breaking stride. She gave a muffled into my mouth, lifting a hand to wave at Nibbles. The faintest hum escaped her, and somehow the rabbit understood-ears twitching before he hopped after us, a loyal shadow trailing our steps.

Snow crunched beneath my bare feet as I carried her along the salted path. Neither of us felt the cold, not with the warmth sparking between us. She clung to me as if we were still in the water, as if letting go would unravel everything we had just bound together.

The manor rose ahead, golden light spilling from its windows in a quiet welcome. Inside, the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine curled through the air. A fire crackled in the hearth, and on the long oak table, our dinner waited.

For a moment, we both stood there, caught between hunger of one kind and hunger of another. I saw it in her eyes-the same thought that clawed through me: we could forget the food, forget the world, and continue what we had begun.

Then her stomach growled, mine answering in kind. She laughed against my lips, cheeks flushed, and I set her down gently, brushing a kiss across her temple.

“Seems our bellies disagree,” I murmured, draping my tunic over her shoulders as I pulled my trousers back on.

Eirlys pressed a hand to her stomach, her glow still faintly alive, and gave a sheepish nod. Maybe just a little,” she whispered.

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I pulled out a chair for her, still half-tempted to carry her straight upstairs instead. But she sat without hesitation, already piling meat onto her plate.

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Nibbles hopped onto the chair beside her, nose twitching expectantly, every bit the spoiled pet awaiting his share.

I smirked as I poured the wine into two goblets, my thoughts already drifting past the meal to

what waited after. Tonight was far from over.

The morning broke slow and golden, light spilling across the bed-and the woman lying in it. My wife. My queen. My mate.

Eirlys slept soundly, her hair a tangled halo on the pillow, evidence of all we had shared. I couldn’t look away. Every rise and fall of her breath stirred something fierce and tender in me. Every soft sigh dragged me back to the night before-how many times I claimed her, how many times she clung as though I were the only thing tethering her to this world.

Even now, my body thrummed with the memory, with the hunger to relive every moment again.

She shifted, as if my gaze had roused her, and color flushed her cheeks before her eyes even opened. Slowly, violet irises blinked into focus, finding me already waiting.

“Good morning, my love,” I murmured.

Her lips parted to answer, but I caught them first, drinking in her soft gasp as I deepened the kiss. My hand slid beneath the covers, roaming her naked body beneath the covers, intent clear in every touch.

She laughed, breaking away just enough to press her hands lightly against my chest, breath fluttering. “Kierygan,” she said, mock irritation in her tone, “at least let me bathe first.”

I growled low in my throat, leaning my forehead to hers, feeling the heat of her breath against

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