Page 46 of Dragon Keeper
They rocked together, Tyr’s legs opening to cradle him, and he pressed against Tyr’s cock, rocking and rolling and panting because he was already so ready, and they weren’t even naked yet.
Tyr moaned, plucking at his tunic as if he’d read Sloan’s mind. “I need you, Sloan.”
Sloan nodded and rose up to his knees, tugging off his tunic and working at the fastening of his pants. As soon as his cock was free, Tyr’s hands closed around it, rubbing up and down. Sloan could barely breathe with how good that felt. In fact, in no time he was shaking on the edge of his knot engaging, so he had to pull away, his hand on Tyr’s wrist.
“You now. I need you naked, baby.” Sloan rolled off of Tyr, kicking out of his pants before ripping at Tyr’s clothing. Hedidn’t tear it, but he did peel it away with a violence that kind of surprised him.
Tyr planted his heels on the mattress and rose up with his hips. “I’m ready.” Those honey-colored eyes glowed for him, and he realized that Tyr was just as heated, and Tyr spread his legs wide.
Sloan pushed two fingers against Tyr’s hole, and he was wet—definitely wet and hot and perfect, but he was still too tight for Sloan’s knot to fit so Sloan opened him up gently, but gentle was not working for Tyr, who grabbed Sloan’s wrist and shoved.
“More!” he demanded.
Sloan just laughed, the sound ringing off the walls and ceiling of their bedroom. He gave Tyr more, three fingers sliding into that wet hole, pushing and spreading and getting Tyr completely ready for him, because this wasn’t going to be slow and easy. This is going to be fast and hard and needy.
When Tyr was crying out for him with every breath, the sounds driving him faster and harder, Sloan muscled up between Tyr’s legs and put his cock where it really wanted to go. He slid home, and Tyr let out this high-pitched, almost whining cry, clutching at him and pulling him closer.
“Yes! Yes, just like that!” Tyr shouted. “I need it right there.”
Tyr’s skin felt so hot to the touch, his scales coming right out all over him, his soft belly pressing against Sloan. So he thrust home, his body knowing exactly what it needed to do even as his brain shut down a bit and went into primitive mode. This was mating.
Tyr held him, arms and legs wrapping around him as Tyr clung like a limpet. Sloan started to thrust as much as he could, but his knot was already pretty engaged, which made it hard to move more than just a little bit. Still, he managed to rock deeper and deeper and thrust just enough to give them the friction that he required.
Tyr made sensational sounds, deep, raw cries that seemed to echo through their bedroom.
Sloan understood exactly how he felt. Tyr was an inferno inside, his heat closing tight around Sloan’s cock, and all he could do was move as much as possible. Provide friction.
Tyr wrapped around him, and he sank in, caught in the warmth of his mate’s gaze. He could drown in those eyes; he would be happy to.
“Sloan…” That was it, just his name, and it made his cock jerk inside Tyr, made his hips flex, his ass clenching. He buried his nose against Tyr’s neck, his burnt honey scent utterly intoxicating.
The temptation to bite down was huge, so he did, and they both exhaled, huffing out a hard, harsh breath. Tyr squeezed around him, both inside and with arms and legs, smashing them together with sheer will.
He reveled in it.
Sloan thrust as hard as he could, but even then, his hips moved in tiny, sharp jerks.
“Cairi!” Tyr cried out. “My love!”
The word rang out, filling him up to the top, and he roared in response, his need too big to deny. So he knotted his mate completely, his body fused with Tyr’s, his seed spilling from him in a wave. He gave everything to Tyr.
Even as he soared, he kept his lover in mind, taking that long, sweet prick and stroking it, demanding his dragon’s pleasure.
Tyr arched as if he would snap in two, a wild roar echoing through the room, and he stroked until he had wrung every last drop of seed from Tyr.
Oh.
Oh, that was luscious, to be trapped and buried in his mate.
He flopped down, and as soon as the sweat of the heat of their lovemaking began to cool, he pulled some of the new blanketsover them, cocooning them in warmth. “Mmmm. This is much better than a book.”
“Yes. Even a good book.” Tyr rubbed their noses together. “Stay with me? I’ve been missing you.”
“I missed you too, love. I think I got jealous of your bees, which is ridiculous. I’ll do better.” He kissed those bruised lips.
“No, I was short with you. I need to share my life, not just let myself be overtired and grumpy.”
“Then we will both do better.”
