Page 78 of The Dragons’ Eternal Mate

His eyes lit up, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Oh, that’s a promise I intend to keep… in the future, mate. Today, I have other plans for you.”

“Do tell…” My voice was breathless as he peppered kisses along my neck and shoulder, my eyelids fluttering closed.

“Why tell… when I can show?”

His hands grasped my hips, sliding me off the counter. My confusion quickly dissolved when he turned me around, so I was facing the mirror, placing my hands on the counter in front of me. I met his eyes in the reflection, my mind spinning with ideas.

The bathroom counters were low, so at this angle, I could see everything.

Behind me, Bastian rested his hands on my hips, his lips coming to my neck. “I want you to watch,” he muttered, nipping at the sensitive skin.

My legs trembled. “I see,” I said, though the way Bastian’s hands smoothed over my curves, thumbs kneading into the flesh of my ass as he came up behind me, evaporated any additional words.

I hummed as my lids drifted closed; I arched into Bastian, but he stopped. I looked at him through the reflection once more, the dark expression on his face making me tremble.

“Eyes on me, mate,” Bastian growled, using his hands to angle my hips so he could line himself up with my entrance.

My gaze met his, holding eye contact in the mirror as he inched inside me. My pussy was already soaked and gave no resistance as he slid home, taking his sweet time entering me, in stark contrast to how fast we had been moving only moments before.

When I tried to writhe and buck, his hands tightened, keeping me firmly in place. One of my hands left the counter, reaching around to hold the back of his head.

“Fucking hell,” I whimpered, unable to do anything but hold on as he had his way with me.

When my eyes fluttered shut, he paused. “I said…” He punctuated the words with a deep thrust. “Eyes on me, mate.”

Prying my lids open, I watched. Half bent over the counter, I could see his muscles rippling with every movement.

Bastian’s hand left my hip, coming up to cup my breast, pinching the nipple as he sucked the skin under my ear. He pressed so far into me, his thick erection stretching my walls as his knot teased my entrance.

Despite the many orgasms I’d already had, another one was rapidly approaching.

“Look how fucking perfect you’re taking me.” Bastian watched me intently, gauging my every reaction. The pleasure in his eyes was impossible to miss. I felt bathed by it, wearing the adoration on my skin like a silk glove.

“So good,” I mewled, fighting the urge to shut my eyes.

“You have no idea how fucking perfect you are,” he growled, running his tongue along my neck. “We were made for you, to fucking worship you.”

“And we plan to,” Orsen said.

I glanced at him in the mirror, where he was thoroughly enjoying the show, if his rapidly stiffening cock was anything to judge by. There was still blood on him, making him appear all the hotter and dangerous. My pussy clamped down around Bastian just thinking about it.

Apparently, I liked that a lot.

One of Bastian’s hands came up to cup my throat, squeezing and forcing me to look back at him.

“On me, mate. You’re going to watch me fuck you, not any of the others.”

“We’re just going to enjoy the show.” One of them chuckled—Nix.

Bastian smirked, giving in to the infectious energy Nix gave off. “It’s a damn good show,” he agreed, picking up his pace.

That alone would have been enough for me to forget about the world beyond the two of us, the way Bastian filled me, his cock sinking so deep and demanding my every thought. And there was still more, the look in Bastian’s eyes that I’d remember fondly for all my days, soaking my panties whenever I did.

He dug his fingers into my hips, claiming and possessive. With every stroke, a low growl rumbled free, and I was soaring, reaching incredible heights as my pussy fluttered around him, urging his knot inside me.

“Please, Bastian,” I whimpered, my skin hot and rosy, a mist of sweat on my brow. “Knot me. Bite me.”

I watched his muscles strain in the mirror, like he was some Greek god or something. Bastian didn’t have any issue with giving me what I wanted. He thrust home hard, and in a firm press inward, his knot slipped inside me. I cried out, the pace furious then, so much so, I could hardly stand.