Page 120 of Visions of You
Jaron's hands roamed over Keegan's body, fingers brushing over sensitive spots that made Keegan arch into his touch. "See, you like me on top," Jaron declared confidently.
But Keegan wasn't beaten yet. With a swift motion, he wrapped his arms around Jaron's neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss and as they broke apart, both breathing heavily, Keegan knew he had his mate exactly where he wanted him. "Let's see how you handle this," he whispered before sinking his fangs into Jaron's neck.
The reaction was immediate. Jaron moaned loudly, the sound vibrating through both their bodies as his muscles relaxed under Keegan's bite. The taste of Jaron's blood—sweet and intoxicating—flooded Keegan's senses.
Taking advantage of Jaron's momentary weakness, Keegan rolled them over until he was straddling Jaron, looking down at him with a feeling of triumph.
"Looks like I win," Keegan said smugly, licking the remaining blood from his lips.
Jaron looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, a dazed but satisfied expression on his face. "You play dirty," he muttered with a lazy grin.
"You enjoyed it." Keegan ran his fingers through Jaron's hair. The strands felt like silk against his skin, and he marveled at how much comfort he found in these small, intimate moments.
Jaron's hands rested on Keegan's hips. "I'll allow you your win this time."
Keegan chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with their physical proximity. "How generous of you."
Their playful banter felt like a balm to Keegan's weary soul. They'd had such a rough start, marred by visions of death and tragedy. But here, in this moment, it was just them—no impending disaster, no manipulation of fate. Just two beings who had found solace and love in each other.
Keegan shifted slightly, adjusting his weight on Jaron's lap as he traced the contours of Jaron's chest with his fingertips. The steady rhythm of Jaron's heartbeat under his touch was grounding, reminding him that despite everything they'd been through, they were still here—alive and together.
Keegan leaned down once more, capturing Jaron's lips in a slow kiss that conveyed all the love and gratitude he felt. This was what he'd fought for—this connection, this bond that transcended all the chaos and danger they faced.
With Jaron thoroughly pliant beneath him, Keegan reached for the nightstand, his fingers closing around the bottle of lube they kept there. He slicked up his fingers, never breaking eye contact with Jaron as he prepared him with slow, deliberate strokes.
Jaron's moans filled the room, his body arching off the bed as Keegan's fingers worked their magic. He didn't try to muffle the sounds he made, didn't try to hide his pleasure from Keegan. He never did, and Keegan loved that about him.
As closely bonded as they were, it would have been impossible for Jaron to conceal his feelings from Keegan, but he could have been quieter. He could have tried not to move his hips, to stay still.
But Jaron wasn't like that.
Jaron let it all show, every ounce of desire he felt, every little whimper of need that rose to his lips as Keegan's fingers worked him open.
It was intoxicating to watch him, to listen to him, to drive him higher.
Keegan took his time, drawing out the process until Jaron was a writhing mess beneath him, begging him for his cock.
Only then did Keegan position himself at Jaron's entrance, his gaze locking onto the dragon's as he slowly pushed inside. The tight heat of Jaron's body enveloped him, and a low moan escaped his lips at the sensation.
Jaron's breath caught, his body stretching to accommodate the vampire's length.
His hands found their way to Keegan's back, his nails digging into skin as he adjusted to the intrusion. Keegan stilled, allowing Jaron to become accustomed to the feeling of fullness.
Once Jaron's body relaxed, Keegan began to move, setting a slow, torturous pace. Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure, the intensity of their connection driving them both closer to the edge.
Jaron's nails raked down Keegan's back, leaving trails of fiery sensation in their wake. Keegan's hips moved with increasing urgency, driven by the heady mix of his own desire and the overwhelming waves of Jaron's pleasure crashing through their bond. He felt Jaron's body tighten around him, each squeeze sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core.
Their breaths mingled in the air, heavy and ragged, as they lost themselves in the rhythm they created together. Keegan's fingers dug into Jaron's hips, grounding himself in the tangible connection between them.
Keegan felt the telltale signs of Jaron's impending climax not only through their link—the tightening muscles, the quickening breaths, the frantic grasping at his back. It mirrored his ownrising tide of pleasure, a synchrony that made his heart race even faster.
Jaron's voice broke through the haze, a desperate plea wrapped in a moan. "Keegan… I… I'm close."
Keegan nodded, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased that ultimate release.
And then it hit—an explosion of pleasure that radiated from where their bodies joined and echoed through every fiber of their being. Keegan cried out Jaron's name as he felt his climax crash over him, amplified by Jaron's simultaneous release. The dual sensations merged into a singular, blinding burst of ecstasy that left them both trembling and gasping for breath.
Their bodies shuddered together in the aftermath, hearts pounding in unison as they clung to each other. Keegan buried his face in the crook of Jaron's neck, breathing in the scent that was uniquely his mate's—a grounding reminder that they were here, together.
