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screamed feeling ripped apart.  Then his teeth pierced
her shoulder and his magic thrust into her soul binding them so close together
she was not sure which parts were hers and which were his. 
    She saw her life
through eyes of old gold, the death of her parents was relived in all its
horror.  The faces of her family flashed before them, then the betrayal, their
flight to the cold mountains.  Her capture, her fear for her family and her
time with Ladon, it was all there for him to see.  Every fear she had ever had,
every moment she had ever laughed or cried. 
    Then his long
existence, which seemed to go on and on with no color, no love, no hope.  She
watched him kill repeatedly, without feeling, for justice, for the belief that
what he did kept Dragon kind safe.  He knew other dragons were taught to fear
him and he accepted it.  He watched the millennia pass in blood and death until
all dragons avoided him.  He watched them from a distance with their mates and
hatchlings.  He watched and believed they were right.  That he was somehow
unworthy of a mate because of what he was:  The Executioner.  Nightmare of
dragon kind.  The belief that he would always be as he was.  Alone. 
    Together Morgan
and Eben relived his meeting with Ladon.  Searching for a way to feel again, if
only for a moment.  She felt the punch to his soul that he felt on first seeing
her.  So beautiful, so fragile.  A gift of the light waiting in a sacred hot
spring. 
    Where have you
been?   He thought it when he first set eyes on his mate after so long a wait. 
So lonely, nearly at the end of his long endurance, so unbearably cold and
suddenly there was warmth on his skin. 
    Morgan drowned in
his need.  He believed that he was unworthy of finding a mate.  He had killed
so many, and he was so old, so set in his ways.  She would be better off with
Ladon, he knew it, but he could not let her go.  Death would come on swift
wings to any that came between him and his mate.  His Mate.  Even thinking it
was a miracle.
    He had nearly
killed Ladon for daring to try and take her, it would have been so easy, but
there was no mistaking the twine of magic connecting aura to aura.  To hurt one
was to hurt the other.  So he would keep them both. 
    He raised his head
and watched in satisfaction as his mate bite closed dragon fast.  Then he
transformed one nail to a sharp talon and cut into his chest, holding her head
up to the wound until the taste reached her lips. 
    Morgan struggled
up from the hailstorm she was swirling in.  Taking blood was a dark mage trick
and she had been raised to see it as heinous.  Such thoughts might have brought
her to her senses but Eben had the power of ages.  A young mage had no chance
against him, even enhanced by Ladon's dragon mark.  That would change with the
bonding but by then she would be his in every way.  With a touch of his will,
she latched on with her petal soft mouth, pulling his blood into her body as
she pulled on his soul.
    The flow of magic
continued to circle cinching them tighter and tighter, settling soul to soul
until one could not exist without the other. 
    He pulled her head
away from the wound and took possession of her lips, licking the blood off and
then plunging into her mouth to chase the taste of them mixed together.
    Morgan was no
longer feeling any pain but the heat of passion was rising with each taste.  He
was still embedded fully inside of her.  When he could take it no more he
pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in.  He showed no mercy for her
untried state, nor did she ask for any, arching into each pounding thrust
trying to get more of him as the pleasure built.  If she had still been only mage,
he would have broken her.  But with the bonding, she was more and she needed
him. 
    “Harder.”  The
word was only a whisper attached to a gasp but he was in her mind.  He felt her
need and pounded her into the bed, until with a cry, she came.  He roared