A Lair So Primal by Zoey Ellis

Epilogue

The tremors of Elora's heat started when she was on dragon-back.

Yorgy was flying fast, shooting across the range, twisting and turning, his path unpredictable. Elora found this kind of flight thrilling and she encouraged him to fly like that wherever possible, even though Zendyor was not keen on it. He thought Yorgy shouldn't fly this fast unless he was hunting, and that it could be dangerous for Elora since she had never trained for it and didn’t know what to expect.

Elora enjoyed the feeling of being out of control—feeling like anything could happen at any moment, though of course it never did. Yorgy was so good at flying—he maneuvered with perfection.

Elora’s heat came on her in waves of need, trembling from the deepest depths in the pit of her stomach and out to her extremities. At first she wasn’t sure what it was—she’d never experienced it before—but after the first heightened wave that left her breathless and desperate to strip her clothes off, she knew she had to get back to her alpha. Placing a hand on the back of Yorgy’s neck, she channeled into their bond.

The bond between the three of them was a layered experience. Sometimes she could feel Yorgynel’s moods the most, and sometimes Zendyor’s were stronger. It wasn't a conscious decision she made to feel one more than the other; it tended to depend on proximity or the strength of an emotion. Other times, however, if she focused she could choose to feel one over the other. From her understanding, the three-way bond heightened their understanding of each other’s moods, especially Yorgynel’s. Zendyor had explained that before the bond, his communication with his dragon had been based mainly on intermittent bursts of strong emotions whereas now his communication was much more stable and nuanced.

Elora now focused in on her bond exclusively with Yorgynel and urged him to hurry home.

By the time they arrived outside their new lair, intense waves of need were spiraling, doubling in intensity and making it hard to speak. She focused her mind as much as she could, and cast an incantation to lift her from Yorgy’s back straight into their chambers.

Thankfully, Marahl was there.

"I’ve added your tunics with the bright yellow bodice you asked for to your chest of drawers," Marahl said, clearly disapproving of the color. "The old ones are in the bottom drawer, so if you find that you changed your mind about being lit up like a lemon, you can always find them there."

Elora grunted in the back of her throat as another wave of need slammed into her. She crumpled to the ground, her entire body trembling.

"Elora!” Marahl was alarmed. “Are you all right?"

Stepping toward Elora, her nose flared, then her eyes widened with understanding. She rushed out of the room quickly without saying another word.

Elora would have sighed with relief if she wasn't being so inundated with powerful urges. She curled up on the ground, tensing her whole body through the next urgent need that gripped her, wondering where in all seven hells Zendyor was.

Finally, just before she was about to lose her mind, he barreled into the room.

"Elora."

She knew the moment he scented her. He slowed, his eyes turning dark and a growl coming from his throat that made her slick gush from her body. Elora whimpered, wishing he would hurry.

"You are ready," he said, his voice guttural as he pulled his clothes off.

"Please…" Elora couldn't manage to say more than that. He lifted her off the ground, burying his nose to her body, anywhere he could reach, squeezing the fleshy parts of her as she hummed in delight that his hands were finally on her.

Elora wasn’t sure when exactly her clothes came off, but Zendyor's face was between her legs the next time another wave of need hit. He groaned again as she tensed and writhed her hips onto his face.

"Your scent is even better," he muttered, his mouth full of her. “I didn’t think it could be possible.”

Elora had nothing to say. She was trying to hold back from descending into the madness that beckoned. Was this what the Goddesses had been blocking her from?

Was this what they were trying to prevent from happening to her out in the wild?

Logical thought petered out as the next surge gripped her.

Zendyor had thankfully undressed and yanked her toward him, his thick, stiff cock, a beauty to behold as it protruded upward, dripping with fluid.

Elora opened her legs wide, pleading with him to give her what she needed. And as he stepped forward, wildness embraced his gaze and she knew she would get what she needed and wanted.

Elora lost all track of time and all notion of who she was. Her alpha pounded her body, giving her climax after climax to settle the constant urge inside her. She clawed at him, screamed at him, pleaded for what she needed, and all the while not knowing what she was even saying.

The only thing she knew was that she had an urge of need and he had to quench it; he was the only one who could.

His body battered hers for hours, brutal, savage, raw, and desperate. He found every position to satisfy her—on her back, her knees, her front—wedging her open with his cock with each sloppy slam, sending her beams of satisfaction each time she was full of him.

Of course, her alpha was the perfect alpha. He was relentless with the need to satisfy her. Even when she passed out from exhaustion, he was ready for her as soon as she stirred, claiming every inch of her and never allowing her to wake without his cock ready to fill her.

Unfortunately, there were also times when he was highly annoying. Like when he kept trying to tip water into her throat or push food into her mouth. It wasn't what she wanted! And yet, there were times when she appreciated the cool, silky feel of the water as it trickled down her throat. Or when the intense flavor of the food warmed her belly and calmed her so that she had a less fitful sleep. But the thing she loved the most in her mouth was the tip of his cock. Salty, smooth on her tongue, and highly saturated with a more developed version of his scent that drove her into a frenzy. If only he would feed her more of that, she would have been more eager to open her mouth to him.

Sometimes he blended the pleasure, sending her into bouts of uncontrolled orgasms one after the other. Like when his mouth was on her nipple, sucking her hard as he pounded her rough, his hips a blur as they stamped into her. Then he would bite down with his teeth, sending a sharp thrill through her body that heightened the feel of everything else.

Elora was kept in a satisfied, blissful, and exhausted state by her alpha. He was the only thing that mattered, and he took care of every need she had.

Eventually, she slept longer and her urges lessened, until slowly her senses began to emerge. At the same time, Zendyor's rut began to fade and they both woke from the breeding states in an exhausted, shocking mess.

The last coupling before the haze completely faded was urgent but careful, as if they needed to wring every possible feeling of pleasure from each other. Elora rode Zendyor rough, but also fed on his cock slowly into her, allowing the pleasure of being so deeply filled linger, while Zendyor kissed her and squeezed her breasts as he grunted in her mouth.

"You were perfect," Zendyor said to her once they were knotted.

Elora hummed, but she knew he had been the perfect one. He’d met her every need in ways she didn’t even know she wanted. "I’m so exhausted," she groaned, wincing at her aching limbs. “How long was it?”

“A few days,” Zendyor said.

They lay in each other’s arms, their panting fading as their minds sharpened.

"We should find out in a few days if you are with child," Zendyor said, nuzzling the side of her face. "But even if you're not, we will try as many times as necessary."

Elora laughed, but she knew he was keen for children. "Let’s take it a step at a time. I don’t think I can cope with that much sex so often.”

Zendyor frowned at her in disbelief. “Everything you got, you craved, little Elora. If you could have sucked my cock instead of eating those meals, your throat would be coated with layers upon layers of my seed.”

Elora poked him, heat rushing to her face. “Well, don’t tell Boe.”

Zendyor laughed, raucous, unbridled and joyous, and Elora basked in the happiness she felt from him in the bond. This home and family was beyond anything she’d ever dreamed she could have, and she was so grateful for it. And while she still sought joy and happiness in the community around her, she no longer took responsibility for inspiring it. She viewed everything with a more cautious eye and considered her choices if things didn’t go to plan. It settled her more when she could do that. There were moments she thought about her faction, both with fondness and loss, but she knew that they would support what she had now. Being the best omega, mate, dragorai female, and hopefully mother, she could be, would honor them and the Goddesses. So that was what she would do.

Elora and Zendyor lay in each others’ arms drifting in and out of sleep as they enjoyed the security of each other.

And within the next few hours, Elora began to nest.

The End

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