The guest room no longer looked like a room. It looked like the aftermath of a natural disaster involving a tornado, a volcano, and a very localized earthquake.
Roxy didn't know what time it was. She didn't know if the sun was up or down. She only knew she was being fucked till she couldn't even remember her own name.
"Zarek... please," she sobbed, her head thrashing against the shredded remains of a pillow. "I can't... I'm numb. I'm going to break."
"You will not break," Zarek growled, his voice a rough vibration against her ear. He was behind her, his large hands gripping her hips with bruising force, driving into her with a relentless, punishing rhythm. "You are forged in fire, Roxy. You are a Dragon's mate."
He wasn't stopping. Neither of them were.
Kaelen was in front of her, holding her legs hooked over his arms, keeping her open for Zarek while he used his mouth to torture her clit.
