Page 14 of The Manny's Fiery Dragon Bond

“Mal,” I moaned against him mouth.

Malric threaded his fingers in my hair and held my head with his firm grip. My cock ached, and I rocked forward, needing the friction. Needing to cum.

“Ollie. Tell me you want this,” he said.

“Fuck. So much. Take me upstairs.”

It was reckless. Stupid. Inappropriate. But I was lost in his touch, and there was no returning.

Holding me tightly against him, Malric stood. I locked my legs around him as he began to walk. I grabbed the baby monitor. The three angels were all still asleep, and I prayed to the dragon gods that they would stay that way.

The trip to my room was quick, but not quick enough. I needed him naked, his body pressed against my own.

Mal closed the door once we entered, and he placed me on the bed. He made quick work of removing his clothes until he stood in front of me gloriously naked. He was a work of art, and I wanted to explore every inch of him with my mouth.

I palmed my erection through my jeans.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Care to join me?” he asked. “You seem overdressed.”

Right. I was supposed to be doing something. It was his fault… he looked too freaking good.

I tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head. My pants were next. My clothing was gone in record time.

Malric’s gaze roved over my body. I was smaller in stature than him, and I felt very much like the prey shifter that I was when his gaze was zeroed in on me. The heat in his eyes spoke volumes. He wanted me the same way I wanted him.

“Well? Are you going to let me get cold in here by myself, dragon?”

He growled. The rumble set shivers down my spine. “No, mouse. I won’t be letting you get cold.”

He covered me with his body, and his lips were on mine again. I opened my legs and let him settle between them. His heat enveloped me, lighting my skin on fire.

His lips left mine, and he trailed kisses down my neck, meanwhile his hand snuck between my legs until he found my hole. Slick leaked from me, and he used it to smear around my rim.

“Fuck, I bet you taste delicious, Ollie. So much slick. All for me.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Only you. Taste me, alpha.”

A groan rumbled out of him. “Later. I want to fuck you first.”

“Yes!” Fuck, I wanted that. So much. My body burned with need to have him fill me.

My hips bucked in invitation. His fingers danced around my rim until they finally entered me. First one, then two.

I kept my hands on him. His broad shoulders, his powerful back. His muscles flexed and moved as he touched me. I pressed my lips to his pecs, letting his chest rub against my face.

“Malric. Please. I’m ready for your cock. Please.”

He sucked at the skin on my neck, and my cock ached with need. He hadn’t even touched it yet and I was ready to erupt. His own cock was hard, pressed against my middle. It would take time for me to take that considerable length inside me, but I wanted the chance.

“You’re so responsive for me, baby.”

“Need you.”

Every instinct I had screamed for me to be claimed by him. He was mine. He was my mate. The one I’d been searching for, waiting for my whole life.

He withdrew in his fingers and cleaned them off with his tongue, sucking the two digits into his mouth with a loud moan. “Delicious,” he said. “Just as I suspected.”

Then he was gripping my hips and settling his cock between my thighs. He pushed forward, the tip of his cock pressing against my hole. I opened for him. The stretch of having his thick cock breach my hole burned. I gritted my teeth and relaxed, letting my body open for him naturally.

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