Page 32 of The Fire Dragon's Mate
His poor wings. Gods, how I hated to see them destroyed. The nubs twitched like they would’ve as full wings while he got comfortable, and it broke my heart. I stopped looking at them and went over to dry off his lowerlegs and feet.
Since bathwater was still available, I undressed and was about to step in when Cighyss said, “Just come to bed.”
“I should really bathe first. It’s been…a while.” At least a couple of days? Longer?
He groaned into the bedcovers before he looked over his shoulder to glare at me. “Even when you stink, you smell divine to me. Get in this bed and let me hold you.”
If he didn’t mind, I wouldn’t. I went over and laid on the bed on my back, and he immediately got half on top of me like I was his favorite pillow. I wrapped my arms around him and hooked his leg with mine, offering and finding comfort.
“I’ll take you most vigorously tomorrow.”
I huffed a laugh, but then that overwhelming feeling hit me again. Like we’d come so close to losing each other that grief over what could’ve been lingered around me. Fear and pain and worry coalesced until I gasped a sob.
He sat up on his elbows, concerned etched into his face. “Declan?”
“C-Cighyss, I luh-love you.”
He smiled brightly, like pure joy lit him from within.
“I can’t go another moment without you knowing that,” I whispered, my voice failing me by the end of that sentence.
He tsked at me before kissing me softly. “I know you love me. Of course, I know. Oh, my sweet little prince, I’ve known since you asked to see my dragon form.”
“Oh.” I blinked back my tears, not sure if I was relieved to know that or not.
“And I love you, too. You’re my mate, Declan. The one I was destined to find and keep forever.”
“I am?”
“Yes. Very much yes.” He leaned on me, framing my face with his hands. “I love my hoard—I need them around me—but I would die without you.”
I nodded, choked up all over again. When he came in to kiss me, I held him tightly and kissed him back hard and thoroughly. The trembling, vulnerable thing inside my heart stood tall and firm in the knowledge that we were united and meant to be and stronger together.
Cighyss’s cock slid out against my thigh, and I moaned as mine took interest. He pulled away from our kiss and rested his head on my shoulder with a sigh. “I’m too exhausted,” he whined.
“Then let me help you to sleep,” I suggested, remembering Hagen and Warfield.
He lifted his head, only one eye open. “What do you propose?”
I got out from under him and positioned him on his side with his upper leg bent to better expose him to me. Down on my knees on the floor, I closed my eyes and filled my mouth with his cock. Cighyss moaned and threaded his fingers into my hair.
“Blessed little prince,” he said, his voice low and raw.
I pushed two fingers into his pouch, coating them in his natural slick, before taking that to my own cock. Stroking myself in time to the bob of my head, I lost touch with time and place as his precum made me float and the pleasure of my hand made me soar.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Make me come. Let me claim you.”
I moaned and came, nearly choking myself on the length of his cock. And then he was coming, coating my tongue and throat with his cum, making me moan in pleasure all over again. Suddenly, he was pulling me up to him and shoving his forked tongue into my mouth. One filthy kiss after another, and then I had tolean back to breathe.
Cighyss moaned and rested on top of me again. “My perfect little prince…”
“Your mate,” I said with a smile.
He hummed and snuggled in, and I knew the moment he succumbed to sleep. I stayed awake well after the sun finally set, just holding him and letting the sea rock us in its gentle embrace.
Fourteen
ONE MORE FOR THE HOARD
