Page 74 of The Loneliest Dragon at Christmas
Avery still couldn’t believe it. They were mated. Nothing could tear them apart. And anyone who tried would face Avery’s raging fury.
Jack rocked his hips. Their cocks ground together, creating the perfect friction. The kiss muffled their groans as they continued to frot. The desire pulsed through Avery. And not just his own, but Jack’s, a feedback loop of bliss building between them until he could think of nothing but their joint pleasure.
Avery shivered.Mine.Mate.
Avery’s pre-cum spilled over their cocks, making the gliding motion smoother. Avery hooked a leg over Jack’s thigh, bringing their bodies closer as Jack thrust against him.Mine.Tension built and coiled inside him. His balls tensed, eager to spill onto their skin and dicks, marking them both with his cum and scent.Mate.
Jack tore away.
Avery cried out, hands trying to grab Jack and pull him back down. “What? Why?”
“Not yet. I don’t want to be done yet.”Jack rose. “Not for our first time as mates.” He grabbed at the drawer that held the oil and yanked it open. He snatched it up. Jack uncorked the bottle and dropped the top onto the floor.
Avery blinked through the blurry haze of arousal.
Yes. Jack was right. Avery wanted Jack to fuck him for their first time as mates. He’d gotten so caught up in the taste and feel and touch of Jack that he’d completely forgotten. Avery slid his hands down his thighs and pulled them open. He bent his knees and angled his hips, offering himself to his mate.
Jack groaned, eyes widening as he knelt between Avery’s thighs, gaze fixed on Avery’s hole. Jack poured the oil over his hand and fingers, not looking away from Avery’s entrance for even a second.
Avery preened.Jack wants me. My mate wants me. He wants to fuck me and fill me with his seed.
Jack’s gaze lifted to Avery’s.Yes. I do.
Avery swallowed as he stared into his mate’s lust-filled eyes. Dropping the bottle, Jack then leaned forward. With one hand, he gripped the back of Avery’s thigh, pushing his thigh back until it touched Avery’s chest. Then with the other hand, Jack pressed his fingers against Avery’s entrance.
Avery groaned, eyes closing, as his head dropped onto the rug. Jack slid his finger deep inside Avery.
“Jack,” Avery whispered. “Please.” He clenched around the digit probing inside him. “I need more.”
Jack shoved a second finger inside, stretching the tight muscle of Avery’s channel. Avery whimpered, rocking his hips on the digits. Then the fingers slid free. Avery’s eyes fluttered open.
“Turn around.” Jack panted. “I want to prepare your hole with my tongue.”
Avery’s dick jerked. With unsteady limbs, he turned onto all fours.
“You have a beautiful hole,” Jack whispered as he pressed an oil-slick finger against him. He teased, not pressing in, just running his finger around the puckered flesh.
“Jack. Please,” Avery begged. He shoved himself back. “I need it.”
Jack massaged Avery’s rim. Avery rocked back, desperate for Jack to put a finger, tongue, or dick inside him. He ached. He felt so empty. He needed his mate to fill him. But still, Jack continued to tease.
Avery whined. He clenched his arsehole, trying to tempt Jack.
“What an eager little hole you have. I think I know what it needs.” Then Jack gripped Avery’s cheeks and pulled them open.
Avery’s breath caught. Jack leaned forward, and his tongue licked against Avery’s entrance, curling around and pressing inside.
“Oh!” Avery cried out as Jack tongued and sucked at him. “Jack! Jack!” His claws gripped the rug.
Jack’s tongue wiggled inside him. Then Jack reached around and gripped Avery’s cock. He squeezed, fingers massaging the sensitive bulging ridges on the underside before stroking him. With a cry, Avery thrust into the tight grip before shoving back onto Jack’s tongue.
Close. I’m close,Avery thought.
I know, Jack responded.I can feel it.
Avery’s pleasure built to a crescendo as Jack kept spearing his tongue into Avery whilst jerking his cock. Avery teetered on the brink.
His mouth fell open. His whole body tensed.
