Melora needed him. She felt perfect. There was no more fire going through her body. She felt perfect.

No more pain.

But there was heat pooling in between her legs. She quickly shed the silk night dress and threw it on the ground. She smirked as she watched Drystan's eyes trailing down her body.

"Melora," Drystan started to warn her again. "You need your rest."

Melora tugged on the ends of his hair, rewarding her with getting a small moan out of him. "I've already told you. I'll rest after you fuck me."

Drystan's eyes darkened as his hands gripped her hips. "You're more demanding, my love," he chuckled.

Melora shrugged. "I feel stronger."

Drystan nodded, and his fingers started to work against her skin, massaging her hips. "You are stronger. Physically at least. The power that you have inside of you is extremely strong." He leaned forward and connected his forehead to hers. "You are even stronger with the bond that we share."

"The mating bond?" Melora moved her body closer to his.

Drystan nodded. "Yes."

"Is that how I know how to move my body to yours?" She asked him.

Drystan nodded as another chuckle escaped his lips. "Yes. Because of the mating bond, I didn't have to teach you anything." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're so fucking beautiful, Melora. My mate."

Melora's body shivered as his voice dropped an octave. She could hear the blood flowing through his veins. She could hear his heart beating. She could feel every emotion that he was feeling.

She gasped as he sent an image into her mind, making the heat between her legs even hotter.

"Our bond is stronger," Drystan stated as he placed a kiss on her cheek. "Can you feel it?"

Melora nodded. "I can." She rolled her hips against him, feeling his hard-on through his pants. Melora moved her hands underneath his shirt and started to run her fingers over his scars. "Can you feel what I need, Drystan?"

Drystan chuckled as his eyes darkened even more. One corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk. "Of course, I can." He picked her up slightly so he could slide his pants off, following his shirt. He kept a firm grip on her hips, hovering her over his cock. "What are you wanting, my love? Hard? Or-?"

Melora lowered herself slowly onto his member. She sighed contently as he began to fill her. She watched as Drystan's smirk fell and pleasure filled his features. Her hips slowly started to move against him causing a moan to fall past her lips. 

Drystan's fangs grew as his eyes snapped down to her neck. He moved her head over to the side, exposing more of her neck to him. "I've got to taste you," he groaned. 

That was her only warning before his fangs plunged deep into her neck. She moaned again as he started to suck. Her hips started to move faster as the pleasure continued to build up inside of her. 

"Fuck," she moaned. She dug her fingers into Drystan's shoulder as his hand tightened around the back of her neck, keeping her in place. 

Drystan finally took his fangs out of her and ran his tongue over the wounds, closing them. "You taste fucking perfect, Princess," Drystan growled against her skin, making her shiver. His hands traveled back down to her hips and pulled her off of him. 

"Drystan-" she started to protest. 

Drystan laid her down on her back and loomed over her. His hand cupped her sex. "I don't need pleasure, Melora. I want to see your pleasure. I want to watch you come again and again from my touch." His eyes looked to be pure black as he stared down at her. The palm of his hand started to rub against her clit. 

"Drystan," Melora whined. 

Drystan smirked as his head tilted to one side. "I do want to warn you, Melora." He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I now want to pump my seed into you and see your belly grow."

"Drystan," Melora whispered as her hips bucked. "You want me pregnant?" Can I even become pregnant? she thought to herself as she bit her lip. 

Drystan's head moved up and down. "I do. I will wait until you are strong and your body is used to what you are now, but yes. I want you pregnant." Melora watched as his hand moved from her area down to his cock and started to pump himself once, twice. "I have to control myself." His eyes snapped up to hers again. "I have to focus on your pleasure, my love." His hand moved back to her area as he shoved two fingers into her.

"Fuck," she moaned loudly as she arched her back. She started to squirm as he pumped his fingers into her quickly. His head ducked down and Melora arched into him as his tongue flicked her left nipple. He started to roughly suck on her nipple. Her hands roamed up into his hair and pulled on the ends. 

A hurried knock suddenly sounded at the door. Both heads snapped over at the door, going completely quiet. Melora couldn't help but bare her fangs as another hurried knock sounded. 

"Go away," Drystan growled dangerously. 

"I'm sorry," a muffled female voice sounded on the other side of the door. "I did not want to interrupt, but an urgent matter has presented itself."

Drystan growled again as he stood up quickly, shoving his legs into his pants. "Put your dress on, Melora," he ordered her as he continued to glare at the door. 

Melora reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed her silk dress. She pulled it over her head as she took her spot next to her mate at the door. She crossed her arms as Drystan opened the door revealing a small, young woman. Her blonde hair hung over her face as she looked down at her hands. 

The young woman bowed her head again. "Again, I am sorry that I had to interrupt. I know how important it is for a newly changeling to heal, but the matter is important."

"What is it?" Drystan asked impatiently. 

The woman looked up slowly at them. Her bright blue eyes moved back and forth in between them before landing on Melora. "Your father is here."

Melora's eyebrows scrunched together. "My father?" She looked up at Drystan. "How did he find me?"

The lady bowed her head. "Please, follow me. You will have the answers that you need."

"Give us a moment." Drystan didn't give her a chance to respond before he shut the door and turned to Melora. "We don't have to see him if you're not ready." His hands gently gripped her shoulders and slid down to cup her elbows. 

Melora shrugged as she looked at the door. "He won't leave until we see him." Her head moved back to look at him. "Let's go see him."

Drystan nodded grimly as he grabbed his shirt, pulling it on before looking her over. "Hold on." He walked over to the small dresser and pulled out a large, black heavy shirt. He held it out for her and she put her arms through the holes. "Your body still has to get used to the temperature. This will help."

Melora nodded as she wrapped the shirt around her. She moved toward the door as Drystan kept his hand on her lower back. He opened the door and nodded to the young woman. 

"We're ready."

The woman nodded her head as she turned on her heels and moved down the tunnel, back toward the center of the compound. Melora's eyes couldn't focus on in front of her. Everyone they passed stopped where they were and nodded to them before continuing. The women would smile as they watched her, but Melora couldn't figure out if she was comforted or nervous about the interactions. 

"You will meet many women here who will want to be your friend," Drystan whispered in her ear. "Pick your friends wisely, my love. I cannot tell you who to befriend, I will not control your life, but there are women here to do not have good intentions."

Melora relaxed after hearing his voice. She made herself watch the woman in front of her and kept her chin up as they walked closer to the head tent. They stopped at the door slightly before walking in. 

Melora stopped in her tracks as she made eye contact with her father. His look was one of disappointment as he looked her up and down, his eyes stopping on Drystan's grip on her shoulders. 

"You don't know what you have done, my daughter."