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Jaron threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as Keegan repeated the motion, setting a relentless pace, knowing that Jaron could take it, knowing that Jaronneededit to forget about the itch that Keeganwasn'tletting him scratch.
Determined to drive every unnecessary thought from Jaron's mind, Keegan changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot inside Jaron that made the dragon see stars. Jaron cried out, his back arching off the bed as Keegan pounded into him.
"Keegan," Jaron panted, his voice wrecked. "Harder… fuck… please…"
Keegan wrapped a hand around the base of Jaron's cock, stroking him roughly. Jaron's whole body tensed as he neared his climax, his muscles clenching deliciously around Keegan.
Keegan's fangs dropped without him consciously willing them to, and he didn't have the strength to force them back. That was okay, though, just so long as he didn't give in to the desire to bite.
Jaron let out a choked moan as Keegan squeezed him hard.
"Come for me," Keegan demanded, his voice rough with arousal. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
Jaron didn't stand a chance against that command. Not while Keegan pumped his cock in time with his thrusts. His whole body shuddered as he came, spilling over Keegan's hand with a cry.
Keegan fucked him through it, chasing his own release, until finally, the pressure coiling in his gut snapped and he came with his lips pressed against Jaron's neck, fangs scraping the sensitive skin.
He didn't bite, but it was a damn near thing.
Too near for comfort, really.
But before Keegan could withdraw to safety, Jaron wrapped his arms tightly around him and held him close.
"Mine," he murmured sleepily, his lips brushing Keegan's temple. "All mine."
And fuck if Keegan didn't feel the same, bonding or no.
To be with his mate, though, he would have to find a way to change their fate.
Ironic, wasn't it?
CHAPTER 9
Jaron made it back to the house he shared with Malkira just after sunrise, fully aware of how he must look, coming home late with tousled hair. He tried to sneak past the kitchen, but a knowing voice stopped him in his tracks.
"And where have you been all night, young man?" Malkira sat at the table, sipping tea as if she'd known exactly when Jaron would be home.
But then, she always seemed to know everything somehow.
Jaron felt his cheeks flush, heat creeping up his neck. He wasn't usually shy about his conquests, but last night with Keegan had been different. More precious, like a delicate treasure he wanted to guard close to his heart rather than share with the world.
Cozy and just for him, like the wool in his hoard.
"Oh, you know," he mumbled, rubbing his neck. "Out and about."
Malkira snorted. "Out and about? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" She set her mug down, and her smile was not unkind as she looked at him. "Are you still seeing the same person?"
Jaron sighed, knowing he couldn't hide anything from her. His real mother would never acknowledge that he was seeing anyone unless he showed up with a marriage locket, but Malkira always knew when he had a crush. "His name is Keegan. He's…" Jaron paused, not sure how Malkira would react to this next bit of news. "He's a vampire."
Malkira quirked an eyebrow. "A vampire, mh?"
"Yes."
Malkira hummed thoughtfully. "Sit with me for a moment."
Jaron sat down at the table, his fingers drumming nervously against the wood. He could feel Malkira's gaze on him, assessing and curious.
"Is Keegan being a vampire going to be a problem?" she asked gently.
