Drystan allowed Melora to push him back against the headboard. He suppressed a groan as she straddled his waist. His hands shot to her hips. He saw the mischievous look in her eyes as she slowly rolled her hips against him. 

"Melora," Drystan warned her. "Your father is here."

Melora leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue up his neck. She ran it back down and stopped as she found his pulse. She swirled her tongue around his pulse, moaning as she felt his heart beat faster. 

Drystan's hand rose quickly and tangled into her hair at the nape of her neck. He arched his neck giving her more access. She was the only woman who would ever make him feel this way. She was the only woman who could get his pulse to this speed. He was utterly and completely obsessed with his woman. He continually thanked the fates that they made her for him. That he was made for her. 

Melora's hands ran down his chest and down to his pants, playing with the button. "Melora," he warned again. 

"I wasn't really hungry," she breathed against his neck. "I just wanted to please you."

Drystan chuckled as his hands gripped her hips tighter. "My naughty vixen," he growled as he quickly flipped them over. He used his knees to push her legs wider. "We've got to be quick."

Melora smirked as she rolled her eyes. She started to reach her hand down his side when he grabbed her wrist and trapped both of them above her head. "I'm wanting to please you, Drystan." Her eyes were dark with lust as she looked up at him. She bucked her hips. "I'm in need to please you, Drystan." Melora sat up quickly and freed her hands, pushing him onto his back. 

Melora moved quickly so she was sitting in between his legs. "No touching me, Drystan. You've saved my life and mind many times." She ran her hands up the inside of his thighs. "Let me do something for you." She leaned forward and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down, and releasing his hardened erection.

"Melora," Drystan purred. "You do not have to do this. I live for your pleasure. I've already told you that."

Melora nodded. "I know." She kept eye contact with him as she bent down and ran her tongue from the base of his cock up to his head. 

Drystan couldn't help himself throwing his head back and groaning loudly. "Damn, Melora." He groaned again as she took him fully into her mouth. He grabbed the sheets in his hands, trying to control himself to not touch her. He wanted to control her movements. The white-hot movement of her tongue and the sucking of her mouth were bringing him close to pleasure. He could feel his balls tightening with every move she made. 

Quick knocking sounded at the door. Drystan glared at the door and bared his fangs. "Go away," he growled out. His eyes snapped down to Melora when her movements stopped. "Don't you dare fucking stop, Princess."

Melora, her mouth still around him, smirked and continued to move her mouth up and down his shaft. Her hand moved up and cupped his balls. Drystan let out a loud groan as she gently squeezed him. 

He didn't care anymore about not touching her. His right hand shot forward and gripped the back of her head, controlling her movements. Melora tried to get up and rebuke him, but she wasn't given the chance. He was close. Getting extremely close to finishing. 

The quick knock sounded again at the door. Drystan's eyes snapped over to the door and started to growl, but instead moaned loudly as Melora sucked him harder. He toppled over the edge of as her mouth was still on him. His body relaxed as he came down from his high. His hand dropped from her head and landed at his side.

Melora sat up and smirked at him as she licked her lips. She climbed up his body and straddled his waist. She started to lean down when the knock sounded once more. 

"Open the door, now!" Ba Coford's muffled voice sounded from the other side of the door. 

Melora groaned as she pushed off of Drystan and started for the door. Drystan growled quietly as he pulled his pants back up, buttoning them. He was going to get very annoyed if her father was going to stay with them any longer than he needed too. Ba Coford was going to make it difficult for him to have any alone time with his mate. He sat on the edge of the bed and glared a the door as Melora opened it. 

"You interrupted my feeding, father," Melora droned out. 

Drystan couldn't help the small smirk that flirted across his lip. She will need to feed soon, but at the moment she was hungry for something else. His eyes roamed down her body, suddenly feeling another burst of hunger to move right through him again. 

"Stop looking at my daughter that way," Ba Coford snapped at him. 

Drystan's eyes snapped over to Ba Coford. "You need to understand, Ba Coford, that she is my mate now. I can look at her how I please." He slowly rose and stalked over to stand behind Melora. "She is now mine, Ba Coford. She does not belong to you anymore. She does not belong to Alathic anymore." He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her flushed against him. "She belongs to me."

Ba Coford glared up at Drystan. Drystan stood at least a head taller than Ba Coford, forcing him to look up at Drystan's dark eyes. Ba Coford took a step back. "She is still my daughter. She is still of my blood, Drystan."

Drystan nodded. He was tired of Ba Coford acting the way that he was toward them both. He needed to understand that Melora was to stay with him. Always. "That is true," he started slowly. "She is of your blood. Although, you do not own her anymore. You do not get the right to order her around. That is not for you anymore."

"I am his mate, father," Melora interrupted quietly. She reached out her hand and gripped her fathers. "You have to understand that. Please, understand. Wherever he goes I will go. Wherever I go, he will go." She turned her head to look up at Drystan. "I am safe, father." She turned her attention back to Ba Coford. "I'm not going back to Alathic."

Her father sighed as his shoulders dropped. "I understand, my daughter. I will not force you to go back to Alathic. I will figure out another way to help my people. There were other ways." He looked up at both of them. "I will warn you that Alathic is furious. He had told me that if I cannot return my daughter to him, he will have to take her by force."

Drystan's arm tightened around Melora's waist possessively. "He'll have to kill me to get to her."

Ba Coford nodded. "I know. He will. Drystan, your people need to prepare for the war that Alathic will throw onto you. He is angry."

"I'll be waiting for him," Drystan growled.