Page 15 of Dragon Keeper
I promise I won’t let you fall.Sloan kissed him again, hands exploring his body, making him arch and moan. His whole body clenched, and moisture flooded his most secret place, readying him for Sloan.Oh, love, I can smell you.
My alpha.He wrapped his legs as well as his arms around Sloan, holding him close fiercely. His cock pressed to Sloan’s hip, Sloan’s against his belly, rock hard and long and wide.So perfect.
He wanted more.
More,he demanded.
Anything. Anything you want. I need you, Tyr. I have to be inside you.
Yes, I am ready for you.
No. You’re wet for me, but you aren’t ready yet. I refuse to hurt you.Sloan pulled back to kiss his nose, which made him sneeze.
Laughing, Sloan kissed him again, then bent to kiss his throat, then his scales just on his shoulder.“You’re so pretty.”
“Bah. I am a stocky beekeeper with weird scales,” Tyr said.
“Nonsense. Your scales are gorgeous, and so are your eyes.”
He searched Sloan’s face with his gaze. “Do you really think so?”
“Goddess yes. I think you’re wonderful.” That got him another kiss, this one just below his ear. He shivered some more, his nipples making themselves known, his body on fire.
“Please.” He moved restlessly, his need driving him. It was as if the fire had not been quenched but intensified by all the touching. Though now it was a whole different kind of pain. A delicious one.
I ache too. Let me get you ready.Sloan slid a hand down his back, turning them so he had access to the place he wanted Sloan the most.
Yes. Please. I want it.He pressed back, trying to open up for Sloan so they could do this now.
My sweet beekeeper. Breathe in deep.Sloan circled his hole with one long finger, then pressed inside, his natural moisture easing the way.
His toes curled, his head falling back so Sloan could lick and suck at the tender skin between his scales. In and out, that finger moved, making him pant and twist.
“So hot and wet.” Sloan pressed another finger into him, opening him up inexorably.
“All for you.” Tyr could not remember being so eager for anything.
Sloan’s touch made him burn, and he arched into it, drawing one leg up. The magic—their magic—was beginning to swirl around them. Honey and crimson, blues and greens—he was fascinated.
Then Sloan added another finger, curling it inside him, and a sharp, short sound pushed out of him, his thoughts shattering. “Mate!”
“Oh, right there? Sweet love, I’m going to make you fly higher than you ever have before. I will send you to the moon.”
“Promise?” He needed that. He craved it. More than honey, which was saying something. He panted, hips rolling, trying to get more.
“Yes. I swear by all I hold holy.”
Tyr pushed up, begging another kiss, another place where their spirits could intertwine. A near desperate need was flooding him, making him shake and whimper.
And Sloan opened up, answering his desire with a flood of heat, of emotion. They were sharing thoughts as well as bodies, and he could never ask for more than that. And yet he did.
He lifted his chin, letting Sloan slide hot lips down his neck, sucking a little on the skin there.
“Please. I ache for you. I want to be… joined.”
Taken.
Loved.
