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Her surprised laugh became a moan as I thrust into her. The three nodes dragged through her one after another, squeezing my cock with every retreat before I filled her again.

Robyn wrapped her legs around my waist.

My tail returned to her clit. One wing spread across the bed while the other curved around us, enclosing her beneath me.

I lowered my mouth to her neck.

Her body tensed.

I remembered my promise.

Instead of biting, I kissed the place where a mating mark would one day lie. If she chose me. If she ever became ready.

Robyn turned her face towards mine and pulled me into a kiss.

Her fingers closed around my horn. I drove deeper, the lowest node entering her with every thrust. The bond pulsed between us, carrying her pleasure into my body and mine into hers.

She stroked the inner edge of my wing.

I roared.

My control broke. I thrust harder, my tail moving faster against her clit as the upper node vibrated deep inside her.

Robyn cried out my name.

Her body clenched around me, pulling me deeper as her pleasure rushed through the bond. The force of it tipped me over the edge.

I buried my face against her neck but kept my fangs away from her skin. My cock pulsed inside her, every node trembling as I released into the sheath.

For several moments, neither of us moved.

My wings remained closed around us. Robyn’s hands loosened from my horn and wing, then slid across my back.

“Did it happen?” she asked quietly.

“The bond strengthened.”

Her fingers went still.

“But it is not sealed,” I added. “There is no mating mark. You are still free to choose.”

The words hurt slightly. I didn’t want her to change her mind. I wanted her to choose me, now and always.

But she let out a slow breath. “Good.”

Robyn must have felt the change in me. The bond was stronger now, exposing emotions I would rather have hidden.

She touched my face. “I don’t mean that I regret this.”

“I know.”

“I’m just not ready for permanent. Not after two days.”

“You do not need to explain.”

“Yes, I do. You felt it when I reacted to you calling us potential mates, didn’t you? And I felt what it did to you when I said I wasn’t ready. Apparently this thing works both ways.”

I looked down at her. “Do you regret mating with me?”