Page 46 of Visions of You
"Let's not worry about the ending," he murmured against Keegan's lips, trailing kisses over his chin and jaw until he reached his ear. "Let's focus on the now."
Keegan let out a shuddering breath. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Jaron nipped at his earlobe. "Sure I do," he whispered. "Let me show you." If Keegan just gave him the slightest opportunity, Jaron would claim him, show him that he wasn't afraid of anything. He wasn't going to back down.
"Please," he breathed against Keegan's skin, pressing the hard bulge in his pants against Keegan's thigh.
"Jaron… No." Keegan pushed at Jaron's shoulder, and Jaron reluctantly moved back to give him space.
A frustrated sigh lodged itself in his throat, only overshadowed by the growl that also wanted to escape. His inner dragon was getting increasingly agitated at being rejected by his own mate.
Jaron took a deep breath, fighting his instincts as best he could while Keegan got up and sorted his notes as if those were important now.
Urge to growl: rising.
Keegan bent low, his red hair falling into his face as he showed off his ass.
Jaron fought the temptation to nail Keegan to the floor and fuck him right on top of those stupid notes.
He was a civilized dragon. He would not let himself be ruled by base instincts. He wouldnot.
He bit the inside of his lip hard enough to make it bleed.
"I can't do this now," Keegan said, not looking at him.
Something inside of Jaron softened. "It's alright," he managed to squeeze out past the lump in his throat. He got up from the bed and helped Keegan pick up some of his papers to busy himself.
Finally, Keegan turned to Jaron. "I know this must be difficult for you."
Difficult was an understatement.
"Yeah," he admitted. "I want you more than anything."
An expression of desire flashed across Keegan's features, then he turned away again to put his notes in order. "I'll find a way," he said. "I promise you."
"To avoid the bad ending?"
Keegan's lips thinned. "Yeah."
There was still something he wasn't sharing, something important. But Jaron was starting to understand that he wasn't going to get anywhere by trying to push Keegan.
This was not a man who could be pushed.
"You might be able to think more clearly if you got some sleep first," Jaron said.
"I'll consider it."
Right.
Jaron grabbed the bag he'd brought and pulled the blue scarf out of it while Keegan wasn't looking, busy with some papers on his desk. Jaron stepped up to him and loosely wrapped the scarf around his vampire's neck.
Keegan was startled by the contact before his gaze fell on the scarf. "You're giving me this now?"
What an odd question to ask. Maybe not so odd from Keegan. "Have you seen it before?"
"In a vision." Keegan touched the soft material of the scarf. "You got this from the witch you live with."
Jaron had never told Keegan about Malkira, but he wasn't surprised the seer knew anyway.
