Chapter Eight

Lysa

I am curled up in the cot and I haven’t stopped crying. I didn’t mean to do that to the king. I deserve to be down here for hurting him. I just miss my little bear. I didn’t realize until now how much comfort it brings me. I hear someone down here with me, but I don’t move. Even when the door is torn off and thrown, I don’t move.

“Get up,” a man growls. It’s not a voice I recognize but it instantly sparks something in my brain. I immediately get up but bow my head when I see it’s the King. He still has my fresh bite in his chest and I feel horrible. I don’t know what came over me to do that.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. I’m so sorry,” I say tearfully.

“A witch with no powers,” he says as he roughly lifts my chin to look at me.

“Yes Sir,” I say quietly. “I deserve to die for what I did. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why… I’m sorry.”

He cocks his head to the side in confusion as he looks at me. “We are mates,” he says simply. “You marked me.”

“I… what?” I ask.

“You know what mates are, yes?” he asks.

“Uh… no,” I say.

“We are bound for life; instinctively drawn to one another, no matter what,” he says as he wraps his large hand around my throat and pulls me against his chest. “You’re mine, but you’re a witch.”

“I know. I’m useless,” I say. “I don’t want to die but… you deserve a mate of your own kind.”

“Are you too good for me?” he asks, tightening his grip.

“No. No. No. You deserve better. I want you to be happy. I am useless. I offer you nothing,” I say. It sounds like I am pleading for him to kill me at this point. Anything would be better than the shame I feel.

“You’re mine,” he growls and pushes me back against the wall. He leans in and smells my neck before dragging his teeth across my skin. I am trembling under his hand. I would let this man rip my throat out with his teeth just to be able to feel his touch. “Run, mate. Run so I can take you.”

“Run? Where?” I ask when he steps back. “What do I need to run for…”

“Run,” he growls as he points to the door opposite of the staircase. He starts to shift in front of me and I immediately bolt past him and go to the door. I throw it open and sprint down a long corridor. I can hear him following me. When I get to the end of the hallway, I pull the door open and glance behind me to see him mid-transition.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp. Black and dark red scales cover his body, and he is much larger than before. Claws are starting to grow out of his fingertips but it’s his dick that gets my attention. There are two of them and they are covered in scales. I think death by dragon dick is a wonderful way to go.

I sprint out of the door and into the woods. I know he could easily catch me, but I suspect he’s letting me get away from the castle some before he pounces. I am running lazily because I want to be caught. I want him to ruin me, and I already know I will love every second of it.

When the darkness takes over the moonlight, he leaps and tackles me to the ground. He ensures to protect my head as I fall but rolls me to my back. “My mate,” he growls as he pushes my thighs apart.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I pant.

“I won’t hurt you,” he says his voice is deep and gritty like this. I love it. “I’m going to eat what’s mine though. ”

“Wait. Hold on. What are you…” I start to panic because I think that he’s about to chew my head off, but he lowers his body and plunges his tongue into my pussy. “Oh Gods… Oh… that’s good.”

I watch as he transitions more and goes larger, but with it, his tongue grows inside of me. When he pulls back for a moment, I see that it is forked, and each side can move independently from the other. He smirks at me before his tongues push back into my pussy but start to move inside of me. I moan loudly and lift my hips to get more of this feeling.

“Oh Gods. Oh… Yes. Please. Yes…” I moan and rock my hips. My thighs are trembling and when my orgasm finally breaks, warm liquid floods out of me. The king growls against my pussy and he drinks from me.

He moves his body up and I squeeze my eyes closed. I want this so badly, but I’m so afraid. “Look at me, Mate,” he says in a surprisingly soft voice.

I open my eyes, and he is no longer shifted. He is still a massive man, but I’m not afraid of this version of him. Not when I’m looking into his eyes. “Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper.

“I’ll try,” he says before slamming his cock deep inside of me. My scream is nearly silent as I arch off the ground and he starts to fuck me hard and impossibly fast. A flood of orgasms hit me, and I loop my arms around his neck to pull him to my chest. He buries his face in my neck as he violently pounds into me. The feeling is unlike anything I have ever experienced, and I never want it to end.

He never slows or falters as he drives in as deep as my body will allow. My moans are feral and broken as he easily brings tears to my eyes. Nothing about this hurts, but it feels so damn good that it overwhelms my emotions.

“My mate,” he growls against my neck before sinking his teeth into my flesh. A scream racks from my throat as a blinding orgasm punches through me. He’s moving through his own intense orgasm as he starts to suck and drink from my body.

When he finally pulls away, I am weak. His eyes go wide when he looks at me, but I don’t get a chance to say anything before a surge of energy stabs through me and I drift away.