Chapter 78 Blaming The Hearthblood Now Are We?

Chapter 78 Blaming The Hearthblood Now Are We?

Sable POV

The freezing dirt of the cavern floor bites into my bare knees, but the front of my body is pressed against a furnace.

I am lying directly on top of Drazen. My cheek rests over his heart, listening to the sluggish, dangerously slow thud of his pulse.

"So, what do we do now?" he asked. I raise my head and give him a peck on the lips. "Hey, what was that for?"

"I don't know," I breathed. "I mean this isn't the ideal situation but we're finally alone after so long." I added, hoping he would decode without me having to spell it out.

The combat gauze on his side is holding, but his skin is slick with cold sweat. I try to push the heat from my chest into his, but the Hearthblood feels restless.

It isn't just humming beneath my skin, it’s pooling heavy and thick low in my stomach, sending a wicked, undeniable ache straight between my thighs.

Beneath me, he groans. His chest expands as he takes a shallow, jagged breath.

His uninjured hand slides up my bare back. His fingers are like ice against my spine, but the touch sends a shiver of want straight to my core. I shift myself involuntarily, my hips grinding directly into his.

There is absolutely no mistaking the his thick boner pressing hard against the zipper of his slacks.

He is bleeding, trapped at the bottom of a pit, and yet so completely aroused.

"You're shivering," I whisper into the pitch-black air, my voice betraying a breathless tremor.

"I am lying in the dirt," his voice is a rough rasp. "And you are half-naked on top of me. Forgive my body for reacting."

I lift my head, propping myself up on my forearms. I can't see his face in the dark, but I can feel his hot breath over my lips.

"The surface heat isn't transferring fast enough," I say trying to sound like a paramedic giving a diagnosis, but the wet slickness between my legs makes it a terrible lie. "The cold air is eating it. The Hearthblood is

backing up in my veins. It says it needs a closed circuit to stabilize your shock."

Drazen lets out a low, breathy laugh that ends in a grimace of pain. His hand slides from my spine to grip my waist, his thumb brushing the bare skin of my hip.

"A closed circuit huh?" he repeats, the mockery thick in the dark. "Are we blaming the magic now, Sable?"

"I'm trying to save your life." I can feel my cheeks go hot, thankfully he can't see it.

"You are looking for an excuse," he murmurs, his grip tightening. "Because if you admit you want this just as badly as I do, you have to admit you are entirely mine."

"Shut up," I breathe.

I drop my head and bring my lips closer to his, kissing him like I would die the next minute if I don't.

He doesn't hesitate. His good hand buries itself in my hair, pulling my face down as he kisses me back with the same starving desperation. His tongue starts exploring my mouth almost immediately while I try to match his energy.

The kiss shatters whatever restraint we had left. It isn't polite or careful, but messy and ravenous. I bite his lower lip, my hands sliding over his broad, bare shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch and flex beneath my fingertips.

He angles his head, groaning into my mouth as he sucks my tongue in a way that makes my hips involuntarily rock down hard against him again.

The contact is agonizing. I am so wet it is embarrassing. The Hearthblood burns no longer just a healing tool, but a demanding, need pushing us over the edge.

I break the kiss, gasping for air before sitting back on my knees, straddling his thighs.

"Sable," he warns, his chest heaving under me. "I made a vow. I told you I wouldn't claim you in exile."

"You aren't," I say. I reach down and grab his belt buckle, yanking it loose. "You said you wouldn't claim me. You didn't say I couldn't claim you."

He sucks in a sharp breath as I pop the button of his trousers and drag the zipper down. I shove his slacks and boxers down his thighs, freeing him into the freezing air. He is fully, painfully hard, pulsing against my inner thigh.

I don't give him the chance to stop me. I pull my sports bra over my head, tossing it blindly into the shadows. I strip off my underwear, leaving me completely bare in the freezing dark.

I rise onto my knees, grab his broad shoulders to steady myself, align my hips over his, and slowly sink down.

The penetration draws a sharp, fractured cry from my throat. He is impossibly thick, stretching me completely. I bite my lip, forcing myself to take his full length until our bodies are connected down there.

The moment I am fully seated, the biological circuit closes.

A massive, scorching wave of heat rushes out of my core and slams directly into his bloodstream. Drazen’s spine arches off the dirt floor as a dark, guttural groan tears out of his chest. His good hand shoots down, gripping the back of my thigh with bruising force as the raw energy hits his system.

"Fuck," he grinds out. He tries to thrust upward, his hips snapping off the ground.

"No," I say, pressing my hands against his chest to pin his shoulders to the dirt. "You're bleeding. Stay still. I've got this."

Setting the pace, I lift myself up, pulling almost completely off him, before sinking back down hard.

Drazen lets out a ragged curse, his head falling back against the ground. He is used to controlling everything—his court, his corporation, his enemies. But right now, bleeding in the dark, he has no choice but to completely surrender to me.

I ride him, finding a deep, punishing rhythm. Every time I slide down, the friction sends a blinding flash of pleasure straight to my brain. The cold air bites at my bare back, but where our bodies connect, it is blistering hot. I drag my nails down his chest, tossing my head back as I take him deeper.

He is weak from the blood loss, but the magic I am pumping into him acts like pure adrenaline. He grabs my hips, ignoring my order to stay still, and thrusts up to meet my downward strokes. He forces the penetration deeper, hitting a cluster of nerves that makes me gasp out loud.

"That's it," he rasps, his fingers digging into my hips to guide my movements. "Take it, Sable."

The heat inside me coils into a tight, unbearable knot. I am completely lost in

the sensation, the cold dirt and the danger entirely forgotten. It is just his hands bruising my skin, his thick, upward thrusts, and the overwhelming, intoxicating friction.

I shatter first.

The climax hits me so hard I scream his name into the dark, my inner muscles contracting violently around him in intense, rolling waves. I

collapse forward, my hands bracing beside his head as I ride out the tremors.

He follows a second later as his entire body locks rigid beneath me. He thrusts up one final, deep time, pouring into me as a massive surge of magic detonates between us. The transfer rushes through his veins, forcing his heart

to stabilize, stitching the torn blood vessels in his side from the inside out.

The intense rush of healing energy drains everything I have left.

I slump fully onto his sweaty chest, completely breathless, my muscles turning to mush.

Beneath me, Drazen’s hand goes completely slack against my back. The harsh, rattling wheeze in his chest is gone, replaced by a slow, powerful, incredibly steady heartbeat.

The magic saved his life, but the toll of the internal stitching knocked him out cold.

I rest my cheek over his heart, shivering in the quiet dark, too exhausted to

move.

Fuck, did I just have sex with a Dragon?