Page 150 of Heart of the High King
Aleksander kept a hand on Rafe’s back as he stretched to rub Mortis’s head. “In less than a week, he’ll be here. Do you like the name Nox for him?”
“Mortis like.”
“He approves,” Rafe told Aleksander. Touched by Aleksander’s desire and excitement about giving Mortis his other half, it was yet another reminder of why Rafe’s mate was so special. Fate had certainly rewarded Rafe with the best dragon she’d ever created, and the gifts in his life far outweighed the pain he’d endured.
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The revelry had gone on for hours, and while Rafe had enjoyed the people, the food, and watching the D’Vaires have fun, he was ready to have Aleksander alone. As soon as the door shut, he nearly threw himself into his arms and was thankfully caught close by the dragon, who devoured his mouth. Two large hands dragged his shirt up and they sucked in oxygen as it was tugged over his head. Aleksander reached for his belt while Rafe cursed into their kiss, pissed about all the stupid buttons on his mate’s shirt. When he finally got the damn thing open, he moaned—not at the warm skin under his palms but because Aleksander had managed to get a hand into his underwear. Aleksander was rubbing and squeezing Rafe’s cock, making him grow harder by the minute.
Rafe attacked Aleksander’s jeans and hoped to hell his other half wanted to fuck him, because he desperately loved the feel of him. Aleksander was large and thick, and when they were connected intimately, Rafe mused that he’d ever wondered about his desire for him. “Need your dick,” he murmured between kisses.
“You’ve been trying to unzip me for like the last ten minutes,” Aleksander teased, taking a step back and shoving off his button-down. “Get on the bed.”
Yanking off his shoes, Rafe ran and with one big push, he managed to get every throw pillow onto the floor. His remaining clothes were tossed aside and once he’d climbed onto the mattress, he dug into the nightstand to find the lube. Behind him, an equally naked Aleksander bit gently on his nape as his hands ghosted over his thighs. When Rafe found his prize, he leaned into Aleksander, who smoothed his palms across his chest, then wrapped his fingers around his cock.
Aleksander stroked him while Rafe buried a hand in his hair and angled his head for kisses. “Turn around,” Aleksander demanded.
Doing as he was told, Rafe handed him the slick. Plastering himself against Aleksander, Rafe was rewarded with two fingers finding their way into his hole. When their lips met, Rafe poured all his want and the deep primal ache that stirred inside him for his mate into that connection. His hands stroked his sweat-slicked skin, and Rafe marveled that Aleksander wanted him. It was impossible to hide the cock poking his belly, and he had no idea what he’d done to deserve the man so greedily devouring his mouth.
“Three, please,” Rafe begged. As desperate as they were for each other, Aleksander offered no argument, and Rafe let out a sigh into their kiss as he was stretched for his other half to fuck him the way he yearned for. Ignoring the tightness of his balls, Rafe squirmed and wriggled, driving them closer to madness as he continued to use his tongue to torment him.
“Ready?”
“Yeah, I wanna be on top, Sander.”
With an arm still wrapped around Rafe, Aleksander scooted them near the headboard. Rafe lifted a knee and straddled him as Aleksander coated his dick in lube. The second he let go of himself, Rafe reunited their mouths while reaching behind him. Guiding the slick tip of Aleksander’s cock to his hole and with a minimal amount of fumbling, he managed to get him in place. Pulling slightly away, he sank slowly down, and they smiled at each other when the head popped through the first barrier of Rafe’s body.
Lifting a hand, Aleksander stroked his cheek as Rafe took his time letting Aleksander fill him up. As soon as he was seated on Aleksander’s lap, his other half cupped his nape and brought their lips together. Their kisses were hungry as Rafe rode him. Aleksander grabbed a fistful of curls and wrapped his long fingers around Rafe’s length again, making him gasp. There was nothing gentle about the way he stroked him, so Rafe picked up the pace.
The sound of their skin slapping was mixed with the muffled curse words Rafe grunted out against Aleksander’s lips. It was nearly too much pleasure for Rafe as Aleksander jerked him while his fat cock not only tantalized his prostate but every other nerve ending inside his channel as he moved faster. Rafe’s tongue licked one long fang and he pulled his head back, knowing what Aleksander wanted. Baring his neck, he let out a shout when Aleksander bit into his soft flesh. His nails dug into Aleksander’s biceps as they both came. It was a moment he intended to sear into his memory as it was the culmination of a dream thought lost. The only war inside him was whether it was the joy in his soul or the blistering orgasm which had felt better—not that they couldn’t both be winners, he assured himself as he tried to catch his breath.
The hand holding his cock disappeared and he was gently tugged close by the sweaty man he adored. Holding Aleksander tight, Rafe murmured the only words that mattered. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Rafe. I always will.”
