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I stand, and Finley lifts on her elbows, confused. With a smile, I walk to the door, making a low whistle in the back of my throat that only other dragons will hear. Violeta is here as a guard and answers almost immediately. “Be sure no one bothers us. Not for any reason.”
She bows her head, and I shut the door again. Normally, I don’t mind an audience. I even like getting caught like we didthis morning, but I don’t want Finley getting kicked out of the ballet. I want to bring her back in the future, especially since she won't see much of the second act.
Staying in the shadows, I kneel over my beautiful, naked mate and slowly unbutton my dress shirt, laying it on the back of the chair. Finley’s gaze travels down my chest to the top of my pants. I work myself out of them, along with my black boxer briefs. Kicking away the clothes, I stroke myself—not that it’s needed. I’ve never been this hard before. But I want to enjoy the sight of her for a moment.
I contemplate rubbing my shaft until I spill myself all over her belly, wanting to see her covered in my cum. There are so many things I want to do with her. I’ve had six years to think about all of them. The list I gave her barely scratched the surface. My mind races through each depraved fantasy, but the only one that sticks is the simplest of all.
I want to make love to her. Plain vanilla, adoring love. Right here at the ballet.
Settling myself between her thighs, I kiss her tempting lips. The lips that have taunted me for far too long. She tastes like cinnamon, with a hint of musky cum from when she swallowed my release like she couldn't get enough.
The lights go out, the music starts, but neither of us move to watch the show. My eyes meet hers, my cock notched ather entrance. I hold there, lingering on the feel of my tip stretching her tight lips. I don’t move away, don’t move closer, just stay still. Savoring every microscopic movement, every breath, every expression on her face.
“I…” I almost tell her I love her, but I can’t bring myself to say the words aloud, too afraid she won’t believe me after how I pushed her away. It was necessary, but she still doesn’t understand that.
No, she’s not ready to hear me say it. But I can show her.
With my gaze locked on hers, I slowly ease inside. Our bodies rock and sway, a glide of perfect harmony, each thrust deeper than the one before.
The music is soft and romantic, the lights low, the balcony shadowed. All that exists is us.
She moves against me. I move against her. So soft. So stunning. She feels so damn good. Wet and perfect and tight, enveloping me in an embrace I never want to end.
Our kisses are silent words and breathless promises. Our movements, our own dance. We make love until the audience gives a standing ovation, and then we come together. One perfect moment alone with my mate before I tell the world she’s mine.
Chapter 27
Finley
“It would have beennice to have a little warning,” I whisper, as I take in the party already in full swing when we enter Midas’s penthouse.
“I wanted to surprise you.” Cyrus kisses the sensitive skin behind my ear. “Happy birthday, little flame.”
“I’m not exactly feeling presentable right now.” Anyone who looks at us will be able to tell we just had sex in public. And it doesn’t help that I’m still not wearing underwear.
He looks me over with a wide grin. “Hmm, sex tousled and dripping my cum. You’re perfect.”
“But there are other people here,” I whisper shout.
“All the better.” He grins. “You said you didn’t want a relationship in the shadows. I intend to give you the spotlight andmake sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
Locked in his gaze, I feel the weight of his words right down to the essence of who I am. This is what I’ve wanted all along. But I suddenly realize I don’t need it. I just need him. And I have him. He’s mine, wholeheartedly. I know that now with every fiber of my being.
Taking my hand and leading me to the middle of the room, he stands up on the coffee table and pulls me up with him. “Can I have your attention?”
It’s phrased like a question, but the inflection is all command. The room quiets, and I try not to squirm when they all turn to look at us, but I can’t stop my cheeks from flaming. I feel completely awkward and exposed. I’m gonna kill him for putting me on the spot like this. Kill him by fucking him to death. Hmm, I wonder how long we have to stay at this party before we can sneak away.
The thought makes my cheeks and chest burn hotter, which certainly doesn’t help my current appearance.
“Court of Gold,” Cyrus says, holding up our joined hands. “It’s my pleasure to announce to you my Ra’ia, my goddess-blessed mate.”
All the cultish language and goddess crap is weird, but it doesn't matter because my heart inflates like a balloon knowing that he’s doing this, claiming me ashisin front of everyone.
“As per tradition, if anyone wants to challenge my assertion that she’s my mate, now’s your chance, but choose carefully. I learned my lesson challenging a mating, and I won’t be as patient or forgiving as Midas. Finley’s mine. I’ve waited for her a long time and won't give her up.”
A telling silence covers the room. But right when Cyrus opens his mouth to speak again, a woman steps to the front of the crowd and holds up her hand. She’s gorgeous, and for a moment I feel self-conscious standing beside her, but then Cyrus sneers at her, another small confirmation of his words.
“Violetta, you challenge me?”
