The Accidental Dragon Baby (Babies For Broken Dads #1)

2. Oops

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OOPS

Their fingers touched in a rush of electricity. Ivo’s breath snagged in his throat.

Ace was warm, his skin calloused. He felt strong even from that brief contact, and Ivo didn’t want him to pull away.

“I don’t usually do this,” Ace murmured. “I don’t like not seeing my partners.”

Ivo cringed and snatched his hand back, hoping Ace hadn’t noticed the scars on his fingers. He could already imagine the man—towering over him, his gaze intense like how it had burned into Ivo last week.

“I just need... I need your knot,” Ivo said in a small voice. “You have a knot, right?”

Ace made a sound like he was stifling his groan. “Yeah. I do.” He had been toying with the foil square between his fingers, but he paused. “I’m—big. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”

A moan slipped out of Ivo. “H-how big?”

Ace made another sound. Then he stepped closer, pressing his bulge against the hole in the wall. “Why don’t you feel it for yourself?”

He was so big that his half-hard bulge could not fit entirely through the circle. But he pushed it toward Ivo anyway, the fabric straining.

Ivo began panting. He could already imagine Ace fully hard between his cheeks, stretching him wide open. He touched trembling fingers to Ace’s fly, whimpering when Ace’s warmth soaked into his skin.

“Harder,” Ace murmured. “You can touch me harder than that.”

Ivo fitted his hand carefully over Ace’s bulge. Ace grew thicker, and Ivo ached so badly, he couldn’t breathe. I’m touching his cock.

“Here.” A belt clinked. Ace stepped away.

For a second, Ivo worried that he would not come back. Then Ace’s bulge reappeared at the glory hole. This time, his zipper had been shoved down midway so it was within reach.

“Do what you want with it,” Ace rumbled.

Ivo’s face burned. Ace was allowing himself to be vulnerable; he was giving Ivo so much control.

No one had done that for Ivo before.

Just because he could, Ivo leaned in, burying his twitching nose against Ace’s warmth. No one could judge him within the privacy of these four walls.

“What’re you...?” Ace growled, rolling his hips. His bulge shoved against Ivo’s mouth and nose, and heat seared between Ivo’s legs.

Ivo whimpered, gulping down Ace’s scent. Ace smelled musky, slightly smoky, and fertile.

He could breed me. Ivo’s entire body throbbed.

“You smell—” Ivo bit off his words.

“What do I smell like?” Ace murmured.

Even though the dragon could not see him, Ivo ducked his head. “Good. Really good.”

“What does my scent make you want to do?”

Ivo moaned. “Bad things.”

He filled his lungs with the scent of Ace’s cock.

Ace’s breath rushed out. “I can feel you breathing through my pants. It’s hot in there.”

“You’re hot like a dumpster fire,” Ivo blurted. Then he buried his face in his hands. “Oh, gods. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Ace coughed lightly, but there was a smile in his voice. “Really?” He rolled his hips, rubbing his bulge against Ivo’s face. “How did you know I’m hot?”

Ivo froze. Crap! “I, uh. You, uh.” He shoved his face against Ace’s bulge to avoid answering the question. Ace grunted. And Ivo pulled down the zipper, his body pulsing when he found Ace wearing nothing else inside. “Oh, gods.”

“Are you wet for me?” Ace murmured.

“Yes.” Ivo bit his lip, ever so conscious of the slick trickling down his thighs. “So wet.”

“Show me. Let me feel you.”

Ivo swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. If he were to press his ass against the glory hole... It was possible to hide his scars from Ace, right?

He released Ace’s bulge, shoving down his pants before Ace could pull away to look through the hole. Ace was leaning away, though.

Panicking, Ivo kicked over the stool and leaped onto it. He caught himself mid-wobble.

Then he pried his cheeks apart, and shoved his wet entrance onto Ace’s bulge so none of his scars were visible.

Ace hissed. “Fuck! Fuck, you just—”

He withdrew from the glory hole. Ivo’s ass bumped against the cold, hard wall, and he whined.

Except thick fingers pushed between Ivo’s cheeks, sliding up and down his crack in a blissful caress. Ace spread Ivo’s wetness around, playing with the bundle of nerves around his rim. Ivo whined.

“You’re so wet,” Ace rasped, his voice dipping lower. “You should’ve told me how ready you were.”

He slid two fingers straight into Ivo. Ivo jerked, bliss shooting through his body.

Ace began crooking his fingers, probing around. Ivo held his breath. Was Ace going to find—?

Ace’s fingers hooked against his sweet spot, and pleasure burst through him. Ivo’s back arched off the wall; a ragged sound tore out of him.

“Oh?” Ace sounded like he was smiling again. “Did I find something?”

He began to massage that spot, until Ivo’s precum shot out of him and his knees buckled. Ivo had to shove his hands against the opposite wall to keep himself upright. “D-don’t tease!”

“This is teasing?” Ace was definitely smiling. He kept rubbing that spot, over and over until Ivo shuddered, his body clenching around Ace, trying to take him deeper.

“I need your cock.” His voice broke.

“Fuck.” Ace made soft hushing sounds. “I’ll give it to you, babe. Don’t worry, all right? I’ll make sure you feel good.”

Ivo froze. He’d never been called a babe, especially not after he’d received his scars.

And yet Ace had just given him the nickname so readily.

He closed his eye and listened to the alpha. For a moment, Ivo could just... pretend. That he was pretty, that he didn’t have all the ugly scars on his skin.

“I’m a babe?” he asked in a small voice.

“Oh, yes,” Ace purred. “So perfect for me.”

Ivo’s heart stuttered. He closed his wet eye and tried to breathe—right before those thick fingers came back, three of them slipping into him this time.

“That’s it. You’re opening up so nicely for me,” Ace growled. He pressed another finger in; Ivo felt himself stretch.

“More.” He palmed his aching cock, trying to breathe. Ace massaged him inside, on and on until he ached for release. “I need,” Ivo gasped. “Please.”

“I’ll give it to you,” Ace murmured. His fingers slipped out. Then he grunted. “Fuck, this condom is... a tad small.”

Ivo moaned. Had Ace grown even bigger? How good would Ace feel inside him? “Inside. Inside, now.”

Something blunt nudged against his opening. Ivo gasped. And Ace pushed in, big and unyielding.

Ivo was coming even before Ace hit his prostate.

“Yeah, babe. Come for me. You sound so good,” Ace groaned, thrusting shallowly. “You’re so tight around me.”

Ivo barely had time to catch his breath, before Ace shoved his way deeper.

“You like my cock, don’t you?” Ace purred. And he forced Ivo open in the most sinful way, nailing his sensitive spot.

Ivo had to slap his hands over his mouth; he was coming so hard, he couldn’t think.

“Here, I’ll give you more.”

What came after was the singular best moment of Ivo’s twenty-three years. Ace pushed into him, an overwhelming thickness that made his eye roll back. Ace sank into him, deeper and deeper until Ivo felt so fucking full, he thought he might become pregnant again.

“Last couple of inches,” Ace grunted. “I don’t think it’ll fit. You’re—tight.”

“There’s more?” Ivo whimpered.

“Feel how big you make me?” Ace rasped. He pulled back a little. Then he slammed in deep, and Ivo’s knees almost gave out under him; he was shaking so hard with bliss.

Ivo shoved himself up and down Ace’s cock, until his balls writhed and he was coming all over the floor.

“Gods,” Ace whispered. “I wish I could hold you. Hold you down, make you take every inch.”

Ivo wheezed, his body clenching. Ace cursed. His next thrusts came faster, leaving Ivo a wet mess against the wall, helpless to do anything but keep himself upright.

“Such a babe,” Ace growled. “Taking me so well. You keep coming around me like we were made to fit together.”

“Jigsaw puzzles are horrible,” Ivo blurted.

Then he could’ve cursed himself for saying such a random thing in the middle of sex.

But Ace laughed, low and rich. “Oh? What about those puzzles where I slide a long, hard thing into a soft wet circle?”

He rolled his hips to demonstrate.

A moan ripped out of Ivo. Ace began picking up his pace. He swelled inside Ivo, his breathing going ragged. “Fuck. I’m thinking about having you beneath me. Taking me so well, coming so hard while I plow inside you. You want to be stuffed full of my cum, don’t you?”

Ivo whimpered and came, only for Ace to swear and bury himself deep. Warmth filled him thoroughly, soaking deep into his body.

Ivo pretended that Ace had painted his insides with cum.

For a while, both of them breathed hard, saying nothing. Then Ace jerked. “Are you sure you want my knot?”

“Yes,” Ivo moaned.

Ace swore. His knot swelled at his base, a round, heavy weight just behind Ivo’s rim. Ace pushed it deeper; it ground against Ivo’s prostate and made him come again.

“Such pretty sounds,” Ace rumbled breathlessly. “I bet you’re real pretty.”

Ivo flinched. But he blurted anyway, “Tell me again.”

“Tell you what?”

“That I’m a babe.”

There was an obvious smile in Ace’s voice when he said, “I really think you’re a babe. You’re just keeping yourself hidden because you don’t want me to be amazed by how incredible you are.”

Except he was probably imagining a perfect person with no blemishes, someone strong and competent.

“Your heart’s pounding really hard,” Ace murmured. “Did I say something wrong?”

“N-no.”

“I would like to give you a hug. What’s your name?”

Ivo’s body ached. He wished he could accept that hug. But not like this, not with his face visible.

After a while, Ace said, “You don’t have to answer. I’m sorry for asking, if you didn’t want me to know.”

“It’s okay,” Ivo said, his throat tight.

“You’re still a babe.”

Ivo swallowed hard. He waited until his body seemed satisfied with the knotting. Then he tried to wriggle off.

“Hey—” Ace made a sound. “You’ll hurt yourself if you do that.”

“So take away the knot,” Ivo mumbled.

“You could’ve told me to,” Ace said, but he made his knot recede.

It wasn’t until the knot wasn’t there anymore, that Ivo realized he missed it terribly. He could’ve cried.

But he couldn’t stay. He had to go back to his baby and make sure she was safe.

Ivo slipped himself off Ace’s wet length and, with his single eye, misjudged the distance to the floor.

He all but fell off the stool, crashing into the opposite wall.

“Hey,” Ace growled, sounding concerned. “Are you okay?” His belt clinked; Ivo realized that Ace was yanking up his pants so he could come check on Ivo in his cubicle.

Ivo panicked. Ace was fast; he was already unlocking his own door.

There was no way Ivo could hide from him as a human.

He shifted into a mink with patchy dark fur, his clothes falling into a loose puddle around him. Ivo squirmed out of his shirt and swiveled his head extra to compensate for his blind eye.

This close to the ground, the restroom floor was wide open. Ace’s large shoes were outside Ivo’s cubicle, to his left, and another set of boots was planted at the urinals on the far wall.

The boots turned and made for the restroom exit.

Ivo scrambled under the cubicle walls, catching Ace’s low curse. By the time Ace turned around, Ivo was halfway across the restroom, the door closing behind the bar patron.

He made it through with a second to spare, the door nearly slamming shut on his bushy tail.

Just that Ivo hadn’t thought ahead to this part. The bar was dim; there were several people gathered around the tall tables. People were walking across the floor, too.

And Ivo couldn’t see anything on his left side.

He turned his head to check that no one was approaching from his left. Then he leaped forward, his claws clicking against the floor as he scampered all the way to Uriel’s table.

Uriel glanced up sharply, speaking when Ivo got close enough. “What happened? Did he hurt you?”

Ivo shook his head, clawing his way up Uriel’s pants.

“I’m getting us out of here,” Uriel said firmly. He scooped Ivo up and deposited him around his neck like a scarf.

On the other side of the bar, the restroom door opened.

Ace strode out like a man on a mission. He swept his gaze around; Ivo hunkered down against Uriel’s shoulder and clutched his shirt.

Uriel looked away just before Ace’s gaze passed over them.

Except Uriel was wearing a pale orange shirt, and Ivo stuck out like a sore thumb on his shoulders.

He had a moment to think that Ace had completely missed them.

Then Ace’s attention snapped back onto him.

“Ah, shit,” Uriel murmured. He stood and strode casually out of the bar.

A glance over his shoulder showed that Ace was following them out.

Ivo clutched Uriel’s shirt so tightly, his claws pierced several holes in it. What did Ace want with him?

They stepped onto the sidewalk outside the bar; Uriel lengthened his strides.

Except he was no match for Ace’s long legs.

“Uriel,” Ace said behind them.

“He wants to go home,” Uriel growled. “Don’t make me throw up a barrier.”

“He fell,” Ace said. “I wanted to make sure he’s all right.”

Uriel’s footsteps faltered. He glanced down at Ivo; Ivo nodded quickly. “He’s fine.”

Ace blew out a breath and stopped following them. “Okay.”

When Ivo peeked over Uriel’s shoulder, he found Ace standing alone, growing further and further away.

Ivo shivered under the intensity of his gaze. Why was Ace still watching him? Ivo’s mink fur was patchy in several places where the scars hadn’t healed right; he couldn’t be pleasant to look at.

But Ace never once looked away.

Then Uriel turned a corner, and Ivo’s pang of loss was small, but undeniable.