Page 58 of Visions of You
When had that stopped mattering to him?
If Keegan couldn't find a way to change the future, this man was going to kill him one day. And yet, Keegan didn't care. He'd suffer any fate to be with this dragon.
He just didn't wantJaronto suffer.
"Keegan?" Jaron had noticed his distress because of course he had. All his attention was focused on Keegan, and he cared—more than anyone else had ever cared about Keegan.
That was going to be his downfall if Keegan's visions came to pass.
Keegan leaned into his touch, letting the heat of his dragon's body seep into him, chasing away the cold fear that always lurked at the edges of his mind, just out of sight.
Jaron's fingers dug into his waist, a reminder of the strength he possessed even in his human form. Keegan relished the pressure, a grounding force against the chaos in his head that could never be silenced.
"You okay?" Jaron asked.
"Yes," Keegan whispered, nuzzling against Jaron's neck. "Go on."
That was all it took. Jaron's restraint snapped, and he pulled Keegan even tighter against him, their bodies melding together. The dragon-shifter's mouth claimed Keegan's with a fervor that left no room for doubt or hesitation.
Keegan surrendered to the kiss, to Jaron's lips and tongue, feeling the tension in Jaron's muscles, the barely restrained power that hummed beneath his skin.
He let Jaron guide him to the bed, let Jaron climb on top of him without a word of protest.
Jaron's hands roamed over Keegan's body, and Keegan closed his eyes and arched into Jaron's caress, a soft moan escaping his lips as Jaron's fingers found sensitive spots he hadn't even known existed.
Jaron's mouth trailed hot kisses down Keegan's neck, his teeth grazing Keegan's skin and sending shivers of pleasure through his body as he tangled his fingers in Jaron's hair, pulling him closer, craving more contact. He knew he shouldn't let this go too far, shouldn't let Jaron complete their bond, but Jaron wasn't the only one affected by their connection.
Keegan wanted Jaron just as much as Jaron wanted him. His thoughts were all but consumed by the warm presence on top of him, the smell of Jaron's skin, the smell of hisblood.
God, he wanted to taste him again, wanted to bind him to himself. Jaron was his mate, his perfect prey. The siren whose call he could never resist.
His plan had been so smart. He'd push Jaron until Jaron lost his mind and his dragon took over and then he'd forget to ask Keegan details about his visions.
Keegan had forgotten to take his own desire for Jaron into the equation.
He'd thought he could stay in control and end things before they did something stupid.
But when Jaron's hands slid under Keegan's shirt, all Keegan wanted to do was to let Jaron have him.
His plan was good, as all of his plans were. He was just fucking up the execution.
He gasped as Jaron's thumbs brushed over his nipples, the touch sending jolts of electricity straight to his groin. He ground his hips against Jaron's, feeling the hard length of the dragon's arousal pressing against him.
Jaron grinned down at him. "You want me to take you out of your mind?"
"Do your best."
Jaron's hands slipped lower, teasing the waistband of Keegan's pants. "Easy," he said with a smile that made Keegan feel like he had the sun back in his life.
Funny how a vampire as dark as him should end up with someone as bright as Jaron.
The thought was chased from Keegan's mind when Jaron unzipped Keegan's pants and freed his cock, then leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over Keegan's hardened length. Keegan arched his hips upward, involuntarily. Jaron chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending shivers down Keegan's spine.
"Today I'll take care of you," the dragon promised.
Keegan wanted to say something, to counter with a smart remark to show Jaron that he hadn't lost his mind yet, to show himself that he was still in full control of his mental capacities—and then Jaron's mouth was on him, hot and wet and completely overwhelming. Keegan's thoughts scattered, any semblance of control slipping through his fingers like smoke.
Keegan's eyes rolled back as Jaron's tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, teasing him mercilessly. He tangled his fingers in the sheets, gripping them tightly to keep from grabbing onto Jaron and demanding more. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this alive, this consumed by another person.
