Page 77 of His Greatest Treasure

I checked in with my body. My dragon wasn’t pushing at me, not now we had our mate underneath us, his body pressed the length of ours. Not now we had his taste on our tongue. Not now we were about to claim him.

I paused.

He hadn’t said I could claim him.

Instantly, my dragon rose up again. It growled inside me, like it was telling me off. Blaze was our mate. It knew that.Iknew that.

“Blaze? I want to claim you. You get to choose, though. We can just- we can just cuddle, if you like. Or do some kissing. Or, um, you know, other stuff.”

He rolled his hips, which were pressed against mine, and I felt the burning heat of his skin, the hardness of his length. We were completelynaked together for the first time and my dick was leaking a constant stream of pre-come from the sensations and the scent of him.

“I want you to claim me, Alfie.”

“Are you sure? You can’t take back a claiming, you know. It’s forever.”

He chuckled, and the soft breath of it tingled against my lips.

“I know, my darling. I want it.”

“You’re not surprised by this at all, are you?”

“I did wonder. Your dragon wanted to be close to me. I wanted to be close to you. I thought, maybe… we were fated mates.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wanted you to have a choice.”

That was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to me. I had got so used to being told what to do, to feeling hemmed in, watched everywhere I went. Only Blaze wanted me to have freedom. Even if that was the freedom to not choose him.

As though I wouldn’t choose him. As though I’d lose him now.

My dragon was twisting round inside me, and it was getting more and more insistent. I worriedthat, if I didn’t do what it wanted soon, I’d end up shifting in the middle of the bed.

The second I touched my lips to Blaze’s again, my dragon stilled. It went quiet. Everything in me was focused on my mate and the way our bodies moved together.

I ground my erection down against him, wanting to groan aloud at how good it felt. I’d only ever felt this good with Blaze.

Slowly, I let my hand move down his body. I’d felt his chest before, but it felt good to map him out beneath me, to run my hands over his body like it was mine to explore. He gasped when I ran my fingers over his nipples and I couldn’t resist going back and doing it again to hear that pleasure in his voice for a second time.

When I dragged my hand lower and encircled his erection, it felt hot and familiar in my hand. I’d touched him before, felt him come before, but never like this. Never laid out on a bed, never about to claim him.

I was so excited that my dick throbbed. My hips thrust instinctively against my mate’s, feeling his soft skin beneath me, sending sparks of sensation along my dick and making me- making me—

I gripped Blaze’s dick tighter as I came.

My come spurted out and marked Blaze as mine, spilled the proof of my pleasure all over his groin.

And, as I came, he thrust his hips up into my fist quickly, rutting into me.

I’d barely realised what happened and come down from my high before Blaze groaned and orgasmed into my hand. I milked him, drawing out his pleasure and, as soon as he was sated, I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked off his semen.

There was no taste like Blaze’s. I had always devoured his come like an addict.

We lay together, panting, and his taste in my mouth was rich and deep and smoky. His body beneath mine was hot and pliant.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

His little hand stroked my cheek. “What are you sorry for, my darling?”

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