Chapter 463: He Was Taking Her Home. Done.

Ryker’s hand shot out, grabbed the nearest pillow, and shoved it against his mouth. He bit down hard, fangs punching through the fabric instead of Aurora’s skin, a rough, muffled sound tearing out of him as he came.

Fabric tore. Feathers came loose. The sound Ryker made into it was a battle cry and a cry of surrender put together.

Yes, the High General of Drakencrest bit a goddamn pillow.

Aurora didn’t give him time to recover. While he was still biting the pillow, she lifted off of him, turned, sank back down onto him in reverse, and started riding him again.

Then she gently reached behind her and pushed the destroyed pillow away from Ryker’s face. She removed it the way a handler removes a muzzle from an animal that has proven it will behave. Ryker had not proven he would behave. Aurora removed it anyway.

"You like this view better, dragon?"

Ryker didn’t answer, transfixed on the sight in front of him. He dropped the pillow carcass.

"Good boy."

The High General’s dragon rumbled in approval at those words. He was being domesticated in real time. He was aware of it. The collar was invisible. The leash was verbal. He was heeling.

"Aurora... I’m—"

She took his hands, planted them on her ass, and spread herself open. "You’re what, dragon?"

"I found religion."

The congregation was his cock. The altar was her ass. The sermon was "good boy." The gods heard him. The gods were already watching. The gods had beverages.

On the other side of the room, Sterling had just marked Electra. The sensation of her orgasm flowed into his chest as his own.

"Fucking hell. I get it now." His dragon eyes locked onto her. "You’re mine."

A matebond was supposed to be sacred. Ancient. A once-in-a-lifetime connection between two souls that transcended the physical.

His nostrils flared. He was taking her back home with him. Done.

"Yours," she echoed as she lifted off him with zero ceremony. Phaedra, who was still behind Electra, sank down onto his cock the moment Electra was off of it in one smooth motion, taking him deep before he could process it.

Yes, you read that correct. He had just experienced a matebond forming with Electra and was actively processing the biggest moment of his life when Phaedra sat on his cock like a woman who had been waiting for the seat to open up. His dick was a revolving door and he’d lost control of the rotation.

His hands jerked to her thighs, eyes wide.

"Wait—"

Electra put one finger over Sterling’s mouth, as Phaedra rolled her hips. "Faster, Phaedra."

Phaedra leaned back, one hand spreading herself open, and rode him in sharp, deep strokes so he could see his cock pounding into her, disappearing on every bounce.

"Damn. Aurora wasn’t joking." Electra collapsed onto the seat beside Sterling, head lolling against his shoulder, the fresh bite still bleeding faintly, the venom hitting her system in waves. "Cum in Phaedra before your venom knocks me out."

Sterling looked at her. His mouth opened. He blinked once. Twice.

"How do you... Fuck. Wait. Electra, I marked you. I—"

Phaedra grabbed his jaw and forced him to face forward. "Look at me, dragon. I smell good too, don’t I?"

"Yes." Sterling tried to lift Phaedra off of him. "Phaedra, wait. Electra is—"

"Look, I’m touching myself," Electra cut him off mid-word, voice wrecked.

His head snapped to her and the sentence died in his mouth because she had tugged her dress high enough for him to watch her fingers on her clit.

Her hand moved fast between her legs, slick sounds joining the rhythm of Phaedra riding him. A low, broken moan spilled out of her as she started to writhe.

The sight of her touching herself, the combination of her scent, and the sensation of Phaedra’s pussy gripping tore a sound out of him he didn’t have a name for.

"Electra—"

"Cum in my cousin while you watch me."

The sentence was so filthy and so commanding that Sterling’s brain white-screened and his dick took over. He started thrusting into Phaedra despite himself, hips snapping to meet her while he stared at Electra’s hand working her own cunt.

"Stay just like that. Legs open, fingers working your pussy. Eyes on me," he rasped.

Every shred of the Third in Command’s legendary discipline was getting fucked out of him by a woman touching herself inches from his face.

Aurora watched this with a pleased expression on her face. "That was fast."

"What was fast?" Ryker asked, eyes closed, swallowing his dragon down again.

"You’ll see, dragon." Aurora snapped her fingers like she was summoning a course at dinner. The course arrived. The course had breasts.

Ryker opened his eyes to see a new woman standing in front of them. Without a word, the woman dropped the top of her dress.

Ryker’s grip tightened on Aurora’s ass. "Fucking hell."

The new woman knelt. Her mouth went straight to Aurora’s clit, tongue working in steady strokes while Aurora kept bouncing on him, and her fingers found Ryker’s balls.

"Hey, dragon. She’s sucking my clit. Your cock is so deep...tell me you like it."

"I love it."

"Good boy."

"This kingdom gets it. They understand priorities. I’m applying for citizenship," he moaned.

She leaned back against his chest, hair flipping to one side so the long line of her neck lay bare right under his mouth.

"Do I smell good?"

He looked down and saw everything: the woman on her knees with her face buried in Aurora’s pussy, tongue working her clit, Aurora’s ass bouncing as she took his cock in fast, deep strokes, his shaft shining and disappearing into her over and over. The view was a vertical inventory of sin.

"Fuck," he gritted.

"Answer me. How is my scent?"

"So damn good. A little too good."

"I know."

"Aurora, I am fighting the urge to mark you. We are going to need to pause this."

At the moment, the pause was theoretical because his hips continued at full speed.

"Do you want to pause this?"

"No."

"Then stop fighting it. Bite me," she replied unbothered.

"I can’t. It’s permanent."

"Stop fighting and mark your pussy. I’m not getting off until you do."