The Profilers Shield [COMPLETED]

Nine – Love. Mate. Little Dragon.

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” Dagur replied and smiled. A pure, genuine smile. He tried to pour everything into it, trying to show her that he was serious. So what if his feelings weren’t as strong as what she thought her Mates feelings would be? Almost dying made him see sense. He wanted to continue to feel affection for the little dragon in front of him. Ember still didn’t seem convinced. Did he really have to do the last thing he wanted to do? Another sigh almost escaped his lips before he got down on one knee, his right hand on his heart, his head bowed down for respect of his little dragon. “For vampires…” Dagur started, not really knowing how to explain Loves to Ember. “For vampires we have these things called Loves. We feed off only one person for eternity.” Dagur paused, not for emphasis but for the fact he felt drowsy because of the lack of strength essence. “We don’t have Mates, but Loves…” Dagur elongated his fangs and shakily bit his left wrist, his right hand not moving from his heart. Blood oozed from his veins and even when he was close to death a few hours ago, he never felt more vulnerable than this moment. “I’ll be your Mate… and you my Love?” Dagur asked, his strength draining fast. Ember stood there not really knowing what to do. “We exchange blood and make a pact.” Dagur explained enough for Ember to move quickly to do her part of the ritual. She could tell he needed essence but still decided to do what he was doing in front of her, Ember still couldn’t quite understand what Loves were but it sounded important. Well, important enough to leave yourself vulnerable in front of someone. But Ember wasn’t just someone, she was his Mate.

Ember tentatively licked his blood off his wrist. “I’ll be your Love, Dagur.” Ember murmured, kneeling down in front of Dagur and exposing the place he bit her before. Dagur finally looked up, relief plastered on his face. “And I’ll be your Mate, Ember.” Dagur mumbled before biting her. It didn’t hurt as much but there was still a sting. Dagur didn’t take as much as before; he was mainly doing the ritual whilst taking a bit of strength essence. He didn’t want her to collapse again. The sparks coursed through their bodies, igniting the familiar pleasurable feeling that came before. When Dagur detached himself, matching marks formed on them both, Dagurs on his wrist and Embers on her shoulder where he bit. Dagur looked at hers fondly before running his thumb over it. He never felt like this before. It was like a strong connection had formed between them both in a matter of seconds. As he consumed her strength essence, Dagurs wounds began to heal, his bruises faded and he felt almost back to normal. Ember on the other hand felt breathless, her breath coming out in short bursts from the pleasure she felt. They both stayed still for a few moments, embracing the feelings they felt that moment. “There is a ritual to create the mating bond but it’s a little more…” Ember trailed off, not wanting to say what they had to do. Maybe she should initiate it to show him instead?

Dagur didn’t have the chance to ask what it was before he felt the softest of touches on his mouth. Ember gave him the lightest of kisses, not really knowing what else to do. “Intimate.” Dagur could barely hear the word that came out of Embers mouth. It quickly clicked with Dagur. “You said it was sacred?”

“I saved myself for my Mate.” Another feather-light kiss landed on his lips. “You.” Dagur got up and pulled Ember gently back onto her feet. “I know. I just wanted to make sure you want this.” Dagur whispered as if there was more than just them two in the room. His hands barely touched Embers skin as his fingers tickled her arms and he timidly grasped her waist. Ember nodded. “I do.”

Tentative steps we slowly taken as they made their way to the bed, their mouths not leaving each other’s. Dagur set Ember down gently onto the bed and climbed on top, making sure none of his weight was on her, his tongue touching the seam of her lips, wanting to taste her more intensely. Ember slightly opened her mouth, wanting the same thing as her Mate. It didn’t matter if they’ve never done anything before, it didn’t matter that sometimes their teeth clacked together or that they didn’t know what to do. They were exploring together. Ember was first to brake it off and she snuggled into Dagurs shoulder. “I’m sorry; I don’t know how to do any of this.” Embers muffled voice said.

“After 3200 years you’d think I have but if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me, ok?” Dagur said reassuringly, Ember nodded, her head still on his shoulder. He sighed. “We don’t have to do this. There’s no need to rush.” Said the person who just made them into Loves just a few minutes ago. Ember pulled away, almost knocking Dagur off balance. “No, I want this! I want to be officially Mates!” She almost shouted, causing Dagur to chuckle.

“Whatever. You. Want.” Dagur kissed her mouth.

“My Love.” A kiss on her jaw.

“My Mate.” A kisses down her neck.

“My little dragon.” More kisses to her shoulder and then the mark he just made. A small gasp escaped Embers mouth as she felt Dagurs hands slowly hitch up the hem of her t-shirt she was wearing. Dagur leaned back so Ember could sit herself up to help him out. Dagurs breath hitched. Did a woman’s body always look that stunning? His fingertips traced the top of the bra cups that encased what he already knew were a perfect handful that he had the sudden urge to touch. Ember, still leaning up, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Passion went straight through Dagurs body and he kissed harder, more passionately, his tongue pierced through Embers mouth, not leaving any room for negotiation... not like Ember had any objections. His hand made its way to the back of Embers head, clutching at her hair, wanting to get closer whilst supporting her weight.

Ember couldn’t do anything except cling and kiss. She felt Dagurs free hand go towards her breasts, gently kneading them as if they were made of mouldable glass. Dagur broke the off the kiss. “Can I?” Dagur vaguely said, his eyes indicating her bra. Ember nodded. It took a good few seconds and Embers help for him to work out how the god damn boob holders unclasped but he got there in the end, and for Dagur it was definitely worth the struggle. Dagur sucked in his breath with admiration. Not once he felt anything for anyone and now he just wanted to take Ember. Was it because he came to terms with the whole Mate thing? Or because they just became Loves? Dagur didn’t know but he wanted to explore the new feelings he had thoroughly. He lowered Embers back onto the bed and Dagur gave her quick kiss on her lips before he kissed his way down. He wanted to take his time both for him and Ember. Dagur sucked around Embers left n****e before licking and sucking the dark pink nub, making Ember half-sigh half-moan. He rubbed the right n****e with his thumb, rolling it in a circular motion before lightly flicking it with the pad of his thumb. He matched the rhythm with his tongue, swirling and the flicking as Ember ran her hand through his hair before gripping it.

Ember knew what she wanted, but Dagur was invested in her boobs which she wasn’t complaining about, but a lower part was throbbing, wanting some attention. It had been since she ran away that Ember hadn’t played with herself and she only just realised how much she missed it. “Lower.” Ember almost whined as she pushed Dagurs head to show him where she wanted him. A little nip on her n****e and a chuckled came from Dagur and he happily obliged, tracing her body downwards with his tongue, giving her body a kiss or two on the way down. Dagur kissed around the waistband of her leggings before slowly pulling them down, along with her underwear, still kissing with a slight nip down one of her legs and making his way up on the other. Ember widened her legs, letting Dagur rest in between them. He kissed her thighs, producing a moan from Ember as he made his way towards where she wanted him. Dagur licked stripe up between her folds and stopping when he found her c**t.

Even if Dagur hadn’t done any of this before, he ran on instinct and what he heard over the years. Dagur played around with her c**t using his tongue, trying to find a rhythm Ember liked. She shuddered and moaned, breathing rapidly as he played. When Dagur felt Ember was wet enough, he inserted a finger, slowly spearing her with it. “Oh god, Dagur! Bend your finger a little… yes, just like that!” Ember moaned, almost screaming out. Dagur smirked. His little dragon knew what she wanted. Nice. But what wasn’t nice was her thighs almost cracking his head open with how tight they were squeezing. With his other hand, Dagur held onto one of her legs, moving it away from him and stroking it, paying closer attention to her thigh which seems to make her tighten around his finger a little. A few more minutes of Dagur experimenting and Ember writhing underneath him, he finally found a rhythm Ember was dancing perfectly to. She fisted his hair, keeping his head where it was as she started to tense, her hips lifting up wanting more friction, her o****m rising up. In a few more seconds, Ember let go of her o****m, screaming Dagurs name as she felt her high. Dagur continued what he was doing, wanting Ember to ride out her o****m. Once she fell flat and panting on the bed, Dagur finally stopped and looked up, grinning at his post-o****m Mate.

Dagur took the chance to really look at his Mate. Her face was flushed, her mouth slightly parted as she came back down to Earth. He slowly let his eyes wander down, letting every detail sink in. Perfection. She was stunning and made just for him, just as he was to her. A heat enveloped his heart and Dagur smiled, making his eyes light up with affection as he brushed Embers hair away from her face that fell into it as she wriggled around. She looked at him with the same expression. It felt like hours as they stayed like that but the reality was that they were staring at each other for a few seconds. “Did I do ok?” Dagur asked as he lied next to her.

“I just had the best o****m in my life, what do you think?”

“You’ve had other people touch you?” Dagur thought she had no one touching her, the thought made an angry feeling rise from his stomach. Jealousy? Ember blushed and shook her head. “Just you… but I masturbated.” Relief calmed the awful feeling growing inside Dagur. “Aren’t you going to continue?” Ember asked shyly. “I did say you could go all the way.” She mumbled. Dagur swallowed hard before grabbing her hand that was resting on her stomach. “Will you touch me?” Dagur asked and another blush rose to her cheeks and Ember nodded shyly, letting her hand be guided to Dagurs pyjama bottoms. Ember couldn’t help but eye the outline before nervously touching. He was hard, which was the obvious. Ember didn’t know what to do so she traced the outline with her palm. “Vincent reckoned you had a small dick.” Ember absentmindedly said.

“I can tell you he’s wrong.” Dagur said a little angrily before rolling on top of Ember. “And don’t f*****g say his name when I’m about to make love to you.” Dagur went to kiss her but she held her hand to his lips. “I don’t want to taste myself.” Dagur nodded before attacking her neck, licking and sucking, making sure marks would show. “Also I just felt you and I have to agree with you.” Dagur softly laughed but it soon turned into a hushed moan as Ember touched his d**k, her hand down his bottoms and in his underwear. She lightly stroked, keeping her eye contact with Dagur. “You don’t have to be so gentle… that’s it, grip a little tighter. Perfect.” Ember stroked his length as per his instructions since she was in the dark with that type of stuff. Dagurs breath quickened, his excitement rising. His finger was soon back inside her, making sure she was wet enough for him to enter. Another finger was a tight squeeze but he was careful not to hurt her. She moaned, enjoying the sensation she had from his fingers. It was way better than what she felt when Ember pleasured herself. “I want you in me.” Ember breathed out and Dagur didn’t have to be told twice. He quickly pulled off his clothes before replacing his fingers with his member by her entrance. “Ready?” Dagur asked one more time for confirmation, Ember nodded and he slowly slid in. her tunnel felt perfect, enough heat and wetness to entice him further in and seating himself to the hilt. Dagur stroked Embers face, remembering to hold himself back from kissing her. He stayed still until Ember told him in a breathless whisper to move. Dagur started to move carefully, a little too slowly for Embers liking. It didn’t hurt her per se, but it felt weird… intrusive maybe? But that intrusiveness was too slow. Embers hands made their way to Dagurs hips and her nails dug in slightly and tried to encourage Dagur to move a little quicker. He didn’t want to finish too quickly but he obliged anyway, moving his hips at a quicker pace but no harder than he had been doing. Ember forgot that she may be able to taste herself on Dagurs tongue as she kissed him hard, her tongue greeting his. Embers tongue moved down to the base of Dagurs neck and she bit hard, her teeth elongating to ones of a dragon to complete the mating bond. “Your turn, bite me at the same place.” Ember moaned out, feeling the Mate bond. Dagur nodded and her wish was his command. He slowly sunk his vampire teeth into the base of the neck that Ember was exposing, completing the bond.

Their mating bond was complete, and as they felt the sparks run through their bodies their passion grew. Dagur sat up from on top of Ember, holding her legs and putting them over his shoulders before gripping her waist. His thrusts suddenly turned harder and deeper as he sucked on the skin inside her thigh. It was almost instinctual, him nipping her thigh and sucking more strength essence. A moan escaped Ember which spurred Dagur on more. He knew he couldn’t last long, and he knew he couldn’t c*m inside. A few more thrusts sent Dagur over the edge; he quickly unsheathed himself from Ember, almost cumming inside of her but he managed release his seed onto her stomach instead. Both panting, it felt like an eternity that they were staring at each other. With another quick kiss on Embers lips, Dagur got up and helped Ember go to the bathroom, making sure she did post-s*x things (he didn’t see her pee, thank heavens for Ember he waited outside the door) before leading her back and tucking her into his bed. They both went to sleep in the early hours of the morning.

Ember woke up feeling sated and well rested. She snuggled into the warmth she felt behind her. She smiled at the faint sting she felt on her neck. Dagur held her closer, the bond probably made him feel more protective over Ember. She managed to roll over, her face meeting Dagurs, his eyes still closed and in a deep sleep. Ember tried to be as close as she could to her newly bonded Mate. She stroked his hair that fell in his face and smiled, holding back a happy little squeal and giggle. Dagur frowned and slowly opened his eyes, smiling when his eyes focused on Ember. “Morning.” Dagur said in Old World English. Ember didn’t understand what he said but it sounded nice. “I have no idea what you said, but good morning.” Ember giggled.

“The morning is definitely good.” Dagur groggily replied before rolling onto his back. Ember took it as an invitation to lie on his chest and look up at her Mate, his arm under her body circulating around to the top of her arm. Dagur kissed the top of her head. “I literally said morning. It’s an Old World language that I used when I grew up.” He said as Dagur wrapped his other arm around Embers waist who sighed in content. “I really need to know another language.” Ember mumbled.

“We’ll take up Mr Ainsley’s offer.” Dagur paused, thinking for a minute before asking, “Speaking of, what happened to Malik?” Dagur could feel Ember tense up, trying to think of what to say. “…I killed him. It was his fault you were in that mess so I killed him.”

“Really?” Ember nodded. “Wow. That’s kind of sexy.” Dagur admitted and grinned down at Ember, who shyly hid her face. “I guess John will be king now then.” He added.

“Yeah, probably. I know a great Profiler that can help him.”

Dagur chuckled. “Do you now? You should tell John about him.”

“Who said they’re a he?” Ember teased and Dagur laughed, an actual laugh no one had ever heard, and it was just for Ember. “Do you think we could visit my parents soon? I want to introduce my Mate to them sooner rather than later.”

“I don’t know… why not ask that great Profiler you were just on about?” Dagur teased back. It was Embers turn to laugh.