Page 38 of Reindeer Flames
"How do you want me?"
"I don't want to hurt the eggs."
I cupped his cheek and hauled him in for a kiss. "They'll be fine, but I'll give you a show, anyway."
Now clean and dry, my dragon wanted to show off for my mate. I pushed him over on his back and straddled his chest. He gazed up at me with heat and utter devotion. How had I doubted he loved me? He'd worshiped me from the first time we kissed. I would let him revere me a little more, and then it would be my turn.
I rolled a pillow beneath his head and leaned forward, letting my cock drag over his lips and chin. He opened for me, sucking my tip into his mouth. Lifting his hands to cup my balls and guide my shaft into his mouth, he encouraged me to go deeper until he swallowed around me.
He felt so good on my cock, but we had a purpose that didn't involve me coming down his throat. With a sigh, I eased back onto my heels, leaving him with spit-slick lips and glassy eyes.
With an awkward shuffle, thanks to my hard cock, I made my way down the bed to return the favor. He was already rigid and leaking, and a little pool of precome nestled in his wiry pubichair. I licked it up before sliding my mouth over his cock. I didn't stop until his hair tickled my nose. Then I pulled back, rolling my tongue around his length. While I played with his cock, I slid two fingers inside my slick hole, stretching the muscle while I forced myself to relax.
I added a third finger and worked my channel open until the burn subsided, and then I collected all the slick I could. My hand glided over his cock, preparing him for me.
"You're so perfect," Hart whispered as I rose on my knees and positioned his cock at my entrance. "Look at you."
My dragon rushed to the surface, preening from the praise. In my human form, I'd always tried to look smaller, to take up less space, and to avoid attention, but this, with my mate spread out beneath me, telling me how beautiful I was, I accepted the praise for both of us. I was my dragon, and he was me, and our mate found us attractive.
Not only that, but he wanted to claim me with his mating mark, to solidify the bond fate had suggested. I hadn't realized how much I'd wanted to wear his mark on my neck, to show everyone that I belonged to the sexiest reindeer of all.
I sank down onto his cock, and it felt like coming home. Hart was my mate, my perfect fit in every way.
He lifted his knees, tipping me forward as he thrust into me, putting exquisite pressure on my prostate. "Not gonna last," I choked out.
"Neither can I. Wanna mark you, mate."
Both of our beasts hovered near the surface. I surrendered to the pleasure filling me with each stroke. My cock dragged along Hart's abs as he rolled his hips up to greet me, our bodies slapping together as our sweat dripped everywhere.
Hart reached between us to grab my cock. It was too much and not enough at the same time. "Need your bite," I whispered.
Hart snapped his hips up and froze. His cock pulsed inside me as he came, and he relaxed into the pillows, sated and boneless, as his knot swelled.
I partially shifted above him, my leathery wings overtaking my arms, but staying their same length, the soft scales brushing against my sides when I tucked them under me and positioned my claws over my mate's heart. I leaned down, pressing my neck against his lips.
I felt the change come over him. His snout grew longer, his wet nose brushing against my shoulder, and then he clamped down with blunt teeth. At the same time, I clawed his pec, leaving three shallow gashes. My arms replaced my wings again, and I collapsed to Hart's chest, which was already healed.
"Love you," he panted against my neck.
"Love you, too." I propped myself up on my elbows so I wouldn't crush him and relished the fullness of his knot as it built. Though I enjoyed it, and could probably come again from the pressure, tonight was about more than pleasure. I kissed him, slow and sweet, as the bond settled between us. Like Hart's reindeer, our connection was fluffy soft on the outside but with a tenacious and unbreakable core.
"I'm so proud of you," I whispered.
"Me? Why?"
"You could have walked away from fate, but you chose to stay."
"You mean everything to me," he said. "What choice did I have?"
"Oh, my sweet reindeer mate, you had a choice." I kissed him again, trying to tell him without words. I felt lucky and eternally grateful he chose me instead.
On a Friday afternoonat the end of January, Gold sent me home early. "You're absolutely intolerable. Go home and hatch those little ones."
"It's not time," I whined. I couldn't help it.
"Did you call the birthing assistant?" she asked. Cuthbert had come in to check on me earlier in the week, but I'd been delivering coffee and cookies to Santa 30 while Hart ran errands.
"No."
