Chapter 5 #2
Right now, he didn’t care about building, or about rooms, or about anything but putting his hands on Sloan’s broad chest and actually getting to feel the beating of the big dragon’s heart.
So that was what Tyr did.
He didn’t ask, he was brave, and he just pressed his hands against Sloan’s bare chest.
That huge heart was right there, pounding, steady and strong. He could feel it all the way up through his arms into his chest.
It took a moment for Tyr to discover the rhythm, but then their hearts began to beat in harmony together, catching one another’s magic and binding.
Tyr looked up into Sloan’s eyes, dazed as the magic rushed through him. Can you feel it?
It was their magic, and it was thrumming through the room, through the house, out into the air where it caught the hives and they began to thrum in conjunction.
All of them, all of the bees, all of the hives buzzed with the two of them.
Tyr couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t believed this was possible, that it could happen so fast, that Sloan could attune to the bees.
But he could.
I can feel it, love. It’s amazing. You’re stunning, and I finally get to touch you.
Yes. Yes, I despaired. He felt sorrow for his lost queens, but this was not the time or place to mourn.
Sloan stroked his braids. I’m so sorry, love. I should have just come to you. I would never want you to lose them because of me.
No, you made a promise to your brother, and that’s important. But I’m so happy you’re here now.
I am too. Sloan put two fingers under his chin to tip it up, then closed those finely shaped lips over his in a kiss.
Tyr’s heart sang, his body lighting up at the contact between their mouths. He’d never seen much sense in kissing, really, his few encounters more messy than anything, but this? This was magic.
Truly magic.
You taste so good. Like honey and spice, Sloan told him.
Tyr hummed, his arms coming up to twine around his mate’s neck. And you taste like rain and clouds and flying.
Tyr… Sloan kissed him again and again, and he had no notion that they were moving until they landed on the bed. The sensation of Sloan’s body pressing down against his eased an ache he thought would never go away, and he shivered, not knowing how to process what he felt.
I’m flying, he said.
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.
Mated.
He wanted it all.
“I’m here. Just let me…” Those fingers drove him mad, in and out, in and out, until finally Sloan pulled them free so that he could press his cock there instead.
He swallowed hard, his head bobbing as he surged up, taking the thick length of Sloan’s prick. “More.”
“All of me.” Sloan pulled him down, the thrust giving him the delicious fullness he desired. “Soon you’ll have my knot, love.”
He nodded, his groan caught in his throat. That was what he’d asked for. All of Sloan, every single inch.
Knot and all.
Sloan grunted, rocking into him, hips moving fast now. They were plunging together, the joy of being together fierce.
My beautiful omega. I’m home.
Yes. Sloan was finally where he belonged.
He wrapped around his mate, holding him close while that knot sank into him, then stopped moving. They were locked together.
Sloan grabbed his cock, stroking him with a strong, sure touch, thumb dragging along the shaft and making his eyes cross.
“Love. Yes. Let me help.” Sloan gripped him harder, then pulled, and he wailed, his ass clamping down on Sloan’s knot. Sloan’s growl filled the air, the sound deep, vibrating through the cottage and making the entire building vibrate.
Tyr let Sloan take over completely, trying to touch Sloan instead of himself while Sloan took him higher and higher. He lost the ability to think; all he could do was feel.
All he could do was fly and try to keep his wings under control.
Stop worrying. Feel. Feel me all within you.
I’m trying. This was too big, though. Too much, and not enough all at once. He needed to feel it when Sloan released inside him. He clenched down, milking Sloan and demanding his seed, his need, his magic.
They needed to come together.
“Tyr!” Sloan’s growls turned to a shout, and he felt it then, the hot, wet jets of Sloan’s seed. And he felt Sloan inside him in so many other ways as well. All the way to his core.
He swore he could stay right here, loved and full and whole in the sunlight for an eternity.
“Yes.” Sloan stroked him harder, faster. “But first. I need you to come for me, sweet love.”
Oh, he’d almost—almost—forgotten. He nodded, leaned up and lapped at Sloan’s lips. “Mate.”
“My mate. Oh, I’ve needed you.” Sloan loved on him, lodged deep inside him. So good, so perfect.
His orgasm was almost a second thought, his physical pleasure so small compared to the need in his soul. He had been too long without the connection he and Sloan needed.
Now he could bask in it like his bees in the sun.
“Thank you for trusting me, love,” Sloan told him, forehead pressed to his. “Mate or not, you didn’t have to.”
“I do. I believe in you.” And it had been perfect. Sloan had heard him and come to him. “Welcome home.”
“Thank you, Tyr. I can’t wait to explore it.” Sloan smiled, eyes crinkling up. “With you.”