Page 136 of Heart of the High King
“I’d do it, but I hate letting go of your dick,” Rafe reasoned while Aleksander dumped some into his palm. Not bothering to wait for it to warm, he hissed a little as he coated his cock. The coolness was welcome against the hard flesh and once he was satisfied, Aleksander used the excess to make sure Rafe was slick too. “I honestly think I could come like that.”
“Maybe with my mouth.”
Rafe shut his eyes as he scooted his feet out farther, giving Aleksander plenty of room as he got between his knees. “Fuck, yes.”
Aleksander glided his palms over the outside of Rafe’s thighs, smearing slick everywhere as his mate grasped his forearms. Rafe held on as Aleksander scooted forward until the tip of his cock kissed Rafe’s ass. Grabbing the base, Aleksander locked eyes with Rafe as he lined up to his hole and pushed gently. As the skin stretched around him, Aleksander watched himself slide into Rafe’s center. The way his body opened and welcomed him would forever be seared into Aleksander’s memory, and he thanked Fate for it.
Taking his time, Aleksander searched for any sign of distress, but Rafe simply sighed and kept one hand locked around his arm while the other one was buried in the sheet. When he was finally fully seated inside him, Aleksander had barely exhaled in relief when Rafe reared up. In a lightning-fast move, his fingers dug into Aleksander’s biceps and he yanked him close to lock their lips together.
Smiling against his mouth, Aleksander flexed his hips as he pulled out halfway, then slid home again. Balancing his weight on his elbows, Aleksander focused on both tormenting Rafe with his tongue and fucking him slow and deep. The exquisite heat and warmth surrounding his dick was even more intense than he’d imagined, but his sole concern was making sure Rafe enjoyed every second. When he finally had the wherewithal to think coherently enough to speak, he wanted to be sure he was pleasing Rafe.
“Is that the right spot, babe?” Aleksander whispered.
“Fuck…you’re so thick…I can fucking feel you everywhere.”
Aleksander sucked his bottom lip as Rafe moaned. “Want me to play with your dick?”
Rafe released his arm to grab a handful of Aleksander’s hair as he shook his head. Leaning their foreheads together, they moved their hips in a rhythm that suited them both. “I know you wanna bite me.”
“Not yet. I’m not done fucking you.”
With his fist still trapped in Aleksander’s locks, Rafe shifted and their kiss was openmouthed and raw with honest need. Aleksander’s eyes squeezed shut as he fought off his desire to empty his balls. His head was swimming with lust, and sex with Rafe was more powerful than even his vivid, detailed imaginary scenarios. When his fangs elongated, he had no choice but to leave the delicious conquering of Rafe’s lips.
Instead he went back to nibbling and sucking on the skin of his neck as his cock ached inside Rafe’s channel, so desperate for release. There was a continuous trail of wetness as Rafe’s dick rubbed against the muscles of Aleksander’s belly, and it only ramped up his desire for his mate. Everywhere they touched was another glorious sensation in a body already overwhelmed, and Aleksander was reaching the end of his rope. There was an electric sensation dancing down his spine, and he gave in to his beast.
Licking up a spot, his fangs bit into Rafe’s skin, and Aleksander shuddered as his seed emptied into his other half. It was potent but no match for the beauty of their souls interlocking almost fully. Tears slipped from beneath Aleksander’s lashes when his beast reached out for his mate and found Rafe’s missing. The roar in his head had him aching, not only for his dragon but for the piece of Rafe that was torn from him.
“I can’t feel it,” Rafe whispered brokenly. Aleksander pulled his teeth out and sealed the wound. Tenderly, he held Rafe with them still joined.
“I’m so sorry,” he crooned to him, brushing the damp curls from his face.
Rafe let out a shaky breath and though the expression in his eyes wasn’t purely jubilant, he smiled. “Don’t apologize. Did you feel it? I know you missed it in the hospital.”
“I did, but my dragon’s sad.”
“His mate’s gone.”
“How’s mine feeling?”
Flexing his thighs, Rafe caused ripples of pleasure to flow through Aleksander despite him being completely spent. “I hope you liked fucking me. That’s all I have to say.”
Aleksander laughed and bussed his warm mouth. “It was great, wasn’t it?”
“I knew you would be.”
“You managed to make my imagination look pathetic.”
Rafe traced his fingers around Aleksander’s lips and over his cheeks. “I love you, Sander.”
“I love you too. And hey, we’re going to get that dragon of yours back.”
“I want that. For both of us.”
“Three of us. My dragon’s pretty upset but happy that we’re connected.”
“Me too.”
Aleksander kissed him, and unlike the previous thousand or so they’d shared that night, the caress was gentle. As precious as the treasure of Rafe himself was to Aleksander’s life and he vowed yet again to protect and care for him for eternity.
