Chapter 9

Hundreds of Niri were in the room with them, but in Gravon's eyes, there was only one. He spun her around, falling in love with that smile more and more with every second that passed.

Azha looked happier than ever, and he was so glad that she seemed to be fitting in so well in his court. Even better, the Niri surrounding them appeared to be just as in love with her as he was.

"You lied, you know. You're a great dancer."

She rolled her eyes. "No, it's all you."

"Not true. It takes a good dancer to be able to lead, but it takes an even better one to be able to follow. To trust the lead enough to put all the responsibility on them."

"Well, when you put it like that… But still, I think maybe I'd like to take some classes if royal balls are going to be in my future."

"They definitely will, though probably not as much as you're thinking. But, yes, you can absolutely take some classes."

He spun her around again, this time pulling her in much closer to his chest. They stared at each other as they swayed back and forth, and for a moment, he got lost in those honey-colored eyes.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured for her ears alone.

She smiled and looked down, and he took the moment to admire the rest of her.

She wore a long, golden silk gown that he had picked out himself. It was modest, barely showing any cleavage, as he felt too protective of her to let anyone else see what was his. He'd taken it from the collection of dresses he'd had custom made for her on her very first day on Nirum, and it looked even more perfect than he'd imagined.

He was getting so carried away with admiring her that all the feelings he had shoved down earlier came rushing back. And from the way her scent shifted as they locked eyes once more, he could tell the feelings had returned for her, as well.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?" she asked, glancing around the room.

He looked around as well. The truth was, he could leave at any time. Everyone here would continue the party without him. He did not usually stay long at these types of events anyway, so it would not be odd for him to slither out now.

"Let's go." Gravon took her hand and began leading her out of the room, nodding at his guards nearby. He had already told them to stay far away from his room tonight, and no one was scheduled to bother him in the morning.

He led her through the halls and up staircases until they reached the hover platform that only he had access to, which led directly to his quarters.

Once alone in the hover lift, he turned to Azha. Her scent had been wafting up his nose the entire way here, and he couldn't take it anymore. He pushed her up against the wall and leaned in close.

"I can't wait to taste you again. I've been starving for you."

She whimpered against him and pushed her body closer.

"I need you," she whispered.

He kissed her fiercely, their mouths melding into one. His hands were all over her body, trying to memorize every inch. As soon as the lift stopped and he heard the doors open, he picked her up and crossed the threshold into his room.

Azha's jaw dropped as she looked around. "This is your room?"

He set her down so she could explore, even though all he wanted to do was throw her down onto his bed and finally take her as his. She walked over to the doors that led to his balcony and pressed a hand against the glass.

"The view from my room is just of the grounds. But from here, I can see all the way to the gates where we entered the capitol. And the fire willows are gorgeous."

His patience was growing thinner. He finally had her alone, and now was the time. So he darted across the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He dug his face into her neck and breathed her in.

"This scent of yours. You have no idea what it does to me."

She leaned back against him, pressing her ass right into where his cock was hidden beneath a flap of skin in his mating pouch. A low hiss escaped him, a warning. If she was going to tease him, he would not be able to control how he responded.

But she didn't know that. So, she giggled, slipping out of his grasp, and ran across the room, having no idea that her little game was about to bring out a side of Gravon that she had never seen before.

Gravon watched as she began teasingly letting her dress slip further and further down her body. He slithered closer and closer, staring her down like the prey she was. Her smile disappeared as she noticed the look, realizing.

He sprang forward, grabbing hold of her and backing up until he had her pressed up against the wall.

"You are mine," he hissed. "Mine, Azha. Do you understand?"

She nodded, and although her face looked scared, her scent gave away her true feelings, as it always would when he was involved. She would never be able to hide anything from him.

He swung her around and threw her across the room. She hit the bed with a gasp as Gravon darted forward and ripped the dress off of her body, exactly like he'd planned to do the first time he'd seen it on her delectable form.

Every moment since her arrival had led to this right here. He had planned every minute, just to get to this. But he would not wait another second to claim his mate.

With her naked body in front of him, he trailed his hands down her breasts, twisting her nipples. He leaned in and licked them, being careful not to bite, for he was venomous, and even one bite would have her dead in seconds.

His tongue made its way further down, over her stomach and heading straight to her core. The first lick made her cry out, giving him deep satisfaction.

His tongue flicked faster and faster, and he watched her fight off the pleasure, trying to make it last longer. He would not have any of that. She would come when he wanted her to, so he plunged two fingers straight into her core, her wet heat surrounding his cool digits.

They glided right in, her wetness coating them. Gravon worked them in and out, curling his fingers deep inside of her to hit the spot he knew would drive her wild. She was not the only being to perform research leading up to this moment.

"Gravon!" she cried out, clutching the bed.

He licked faster and thrust harder until she screamed, her orgasm taking hold of her body and making her twitch and shudder for minutes after. As soon as she came back down, he stood, sliding his body over hers until they were face to face.

"Say it. Say you are mine."

She was still panting, but her lips moved anyway, uttering the words he needed to hear. "I'm yours."

He pulled out his sex organ, and she gasped to see his two cocks. "I knew your anatomy, after all the books I read," she admitted in a breathless whisper. "But seeing it is different."

"Twice the fun," he teased and wasted no time lining the bottom cock up before slowly sliding in. About three inches in, she let out a loud gasp.

"It's okay," he said. "Your body is adjusting to my thickness. Just take a deep breath."

She nodded quickly and did as he said, breathing in. But as he slid in further, her eyes bulged and she grabbed his arm, digging her nails in.

He was a little over halfway there. His hand found her clit and began rubbing it softly, getting her body to relax quicker.

Gravon continued to push himself into Azha, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside of her. He could feel her body stretching to accommodate his size.

He began to move, slowly at first as he allowed Azha to adjust to him. She moaned softly, her nails digging into his arms as she clung to him. Once he felt her body relax fully, he picked up the pace.

"You feel so good," he groaned as he slammed into her.

Gravon became lost in the feel of Azha squeezing around him. He began to thrust harder, his hips ramming into hers. His other cock grazed over the exterior of her pussy, adding a little friction to her clit as he thrust.

Azha cried out, her body trembling as she came apart beneath him for the second time tonight.

But Gravon wasn't done. He had waited too long for this, and he was going to make it last. So he continued to move, his hips pumping as he reveled in this moment that he had been imagining since he had first set eyes on her.

Suddenly, he could feel himself growing even larger inside of her, like he was expanding. She cried out again, clutching him even tighter. Once she adjusted to his new size, he went right back to work.

His hands didn't remain idle, and one of them made its way to her neck, lightly pressing the sides of it to constrict her air.

"You're mine," he hissed. "Mine."

"Yours," she croaked out.

"Feck," he cursed.

Gravon stopped and pulled out, flipping her over onto her stomach. He hoisted her hips up into the air, before plunging back in with his other cock this time. He gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him as he continued his earlier pace, while one of his hands found her clit.

Azha moaned, her body rocking violently with the force of his movements. Her head fell back, and with one flick to her clit, she screamed, coming undone once more. He had to hold her body up to stop her from collapsing.

And now that she had been properly satisfied, he knew that it was time. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back.

Gravon unleashed himself fully, not holding anything back. The slaps of skin on skin filled the room along with the moans escaping both of them.

He let out a roar as he came, his release filling her. He continued to move, his hips pumping as he emptied himself inside of her. Then he quickly switched cocks, filling her again as his second sex organ erupted.

He spurted and spurted—the pleasure was never ending. Nothing had ever felt like this before. It began leaking out of her, but his cock seemed to expand as if to stop that from happening.

Finally, it stopped, but Gravon waited a moment before pulling out. When he did, he was careful not to let his release come with him. For some reason, the idea of his cum staying inside of her for the rest of the night made the darkest part of him feel satisfied.

Gravon collapsed onto the bed, pulling Azha into his arms. She immediately snuggled up against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She looked like she was drunk, and her eyes fluttered, struggling to remain open.

As they lay there, he felt a sense of contentment. He had claimed his mate, and nothing would ever keep them apart.

Gravon looked down at Azha, smiling as he saw the blissed out look on her face. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"I love you," he whispered.

Azha managed to open her eyes, and she smiled up at him. "I love you, too."

Gravon pulled her closer, holding her tightly. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Azha's breathing as she fell asleep before finally allowing himself to drift off alongside her.

He had never felt more satisfied in his entire life.