Page 78 of Dragon Keeper
Tyr blushed, nails dragging slowly up along his chest. “Even though I’m round with our child?”
He touched that sweet belly, fingers slip-sliding down toward Tyr’s burgeoning prick. “Especially because you’re round with our child. I have so much love for you, it swells my heart.”
“Yes, I love you, but I have things other than your heart that I wish to swell.” Tyr reached down and cupped his cock, stroking it base to tip, nice and slowly.
“Do you now?” Sloan spread his legs, offering himself up to Tyr’s attention.
He was going to have to remind himself that the world, while incredibly exciting and busy, was nothing compared to the love that he had for his mate.
“I know. I crave you like I crave sunshine.”
It was all he could do not to just take Tyr right then and there, but this little seduction was adorable in every way.
Adorable and arousing.
He thought he’d take advantage of it.
“Tell me more.” He let his hands slide over Tyr’s skin, the rough patches of his scales like little calluses. It was so warm and good, drugging his senses. All he could smell was Tyr, all he could feel was Tyr on top of him, their bodies rubbing together.
“You’re like honey to me, Sloan. Sweet but raw, and so wonderful on my tongue.”
“Such poetry, Tyr. My perfect mate.”
“Am I perfect?” Tyr wiggled madly.
“You are. And mine. Utterly mine.”
“Yes.” There was no doubt, just a ringing happiness, an endorsement that he felt in his marrow.
He kissed his mate then, slow and deep, dragging his tongue along Tyr’s lips until they opened so he could dip his tongue inside. He wanted every touch, every taste, to mean something. To give pleasure.
Tyr stroked him to full hardness as they fed off their kisses, the sensations crashing around them both, the water beginning to form tiny waves. They moved as if they were dancing, swimming, and making love all at the same time, and Sloan loved it. He loved how physical it was. So amazing.
Tyr was hot as the blazes, cock like a brand against him, and his knot ached, wanting to bury himself in that perfect body.
Yes. Please.Tyr’s strong fingers dug in against his shoulders.Please, Sloan. Love me now.
He reached down to test Tyr’s readiness, finding him slick and open. So he lifted Tyr up, then let Tyr slide down on his cock.
Tyr’s eyelids went heavy, his lips going slack as Sloan filled him up.
He kissed that sweet mouth, loving how Tyr clung to him, how well they fit together. They might boil the water, since it was already hot and they were so heated.
Tyr clung to him, body sweeter and more wonderful than the water, both of them soaring, their cries filling the air. They rocked together faster and faster in shorter, sharper thrusts, his knot swelling to full engagement. Soon they could hardly move at all.
“Love…” Tyr’s head fell back, his body moving restlessly as he searched for completion. “Please.”
“Yes. Tyr.” He grunted, taking Tyr’s mouth again and again as he stroked Tyr’s cock. He wanted to feel his mate clamp down around him and take his seed.
Tyr whimpered, the sound pushing into his lips and making him soar. No one made him feel this good, no one ever had.
When he pushed and pulled just right, Tyr cried out for him, arching back, braids in the water. He grunted as Tyr came for him, and he sent his seed deep into his mate’s body, his knot throbbing so hard he nearly passed out.
He gripped Tyr hard to keep them from floating away from their perch. “I love you, mate.”
“Uh-huh…” Tyr blinked at him, body holding him tight.
“Shhh. Rest now, love. It’s been an exciting day. We’ll be fine.”
