Chapter 13 Bonding
Bonding
Ernest
I turned off the engine and looked at Lawrie.
He lay curled up in the passenger seat, his head resting against the window, lips parted.
He was completely out of it. My sweetheart must have been so tired.
The lights inside the garage illuminated his tousled mop of hair, highlighting its honey hues.
For a moment, I hesitated. Should I wake him?
But I didn’t have to. I got out, rounded the car, and pulled out the small backpack.
I’d leave the duffel with the harness in the trunk.
Carefully, I opened the passenger door and caught Lawrie so he wouldn’t fall out.
I gathered him into my arms, worried I’d startle him, but he didn’t even open his eyes.
Sluggish, he wrapped his arms around my neck and hid his face in the crook of my shoulder.
He murmured something I didn’t understand.
“I’m taking you to bed,” I said.
“M’kay.”
In the elevator, I used my elbow to press the floor button, but then I stood in front of my entry door, looking at the lock, my arms full of my mate. Supporting him around his back, I set him on his feet and held him tightly to my side. Then I fished out my keycard.
“Sorry,” Lawrie mumbled into my T-shirt. “Dunno what’s wrong with me.”
“You’re exhausted, sweetheart. It’s okay.”
Leaning on me, he shuffled into the apartment. I dropped the bag onto the floor and caught him again, carrying him to the sofa. Sitting down, I cradled him in my lap.
Eyes closed, Lawrie smiled. “You can carry me around under one arm, can’t you?”
I chuckled. “Probably. But that wouldn’t be comfortable for you.”
“Mmm.” He snuggled closer, nuzzling under my ear before he all but melted into the sofa.
His face looked so serene, his features slack with tiredness, but his expression content. I brushed my thumb along his cheek, and the corner of his mouth curved up subtly. His eyelashes fluttering, he peered up at me sleepily.
“I flew on a dragon today,” he whispered.
“You did. How was that?”
“Absolutely insane.” He grinned, biting his lower lip. “Magical.”
“Do you want to do it again sometime?”
He nodded, and his eyes fell shut again, but the smile stayed.
I ran my nose along his hairline, breathing him in.
Slowly, I skimmed my hand down his side, over his hip, the curve of his ass, the bulge in his pants.
Those damned pants. He looked amazing in them, so sexy.
A small kiss brushed my throat. Could I… ? But he was tired.
His fingers danced on my shoulder and nape, and tension rose in his body. Suddenly, he didn’t feel as heavy and languid. I needed to kiss him, taste him, fuck him. I needed to bury myself inside him and stay for the whole night.
“Lawrie, darling. Unless you want to… I…”
Wanting him this much hurt. A sharp physical pain in my knot, growing, pulsating. Against my will, I groaned.
Lawrie tilted his face up, his eyes glistening in the dark.
He caught my jaw, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
Oh please. I leaned in, trying to give him space in case he wanted to move away.
But Lawrie closed the gap himself, skimming his lips over my upper lip.
He opened his mouth, and his tongue darted out to meet mine.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Tracing my jaw with nimble fingers, Lawrie kissed me deeply and hungrily. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled himself closer. That was when his chest pressed against mine. He moaned, and the passionate sound grabbed me by my balls and squeezed.
“Ernest,” he murmured against my lips.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I need…” he trailed off and pushed his chest out, rubbing his nipples against my torso through the thin cotton of his T-shirt.
Excitement and anticipation made my hands shake as I pulled his jacket down his arms and slid the T-shirt over his head.
I kissed down his throat, along his collarbones, and over his sternum.
His fingers tangled in my hair, massaging my scalp.
His scent heightened with arousal. His nipples were dark red now, like rubies in his satiny skin, and his pecs had swelled a little more, making the small nubs jut out enticingly.
When I kissed the very tip of one nipple, he drew in a breath.
“Oh God. Ernest. Please?”
“What, Lawrie?” I teased.
“You know.”
I circled the areola with the tip of my tongue and suckled carefully, just the nub, and Lawrie groaned from deep within.
“Ernest, please,” he whined.
“Tell me what you want. Say it.”
I scraped the tip with my teeth, and Lawrie shuddered.
“Suck the milk out of them. All of it. Please.”
His words sent a jolt of desire through my groin. I sucked the areola and the surrounding flesh into my mouth, and after a few pulls, the precious nectar trickled onto my tongue.
Lawrie arched in my arms and fisted my hair, his loud cries of pleasure filling the room while I savored the most delicious, intoxicating drink on earth.
Only little drops, but I could feel it changing me on the inside.
My cock and balls tingled all over as if I were coming but not really while the unique taste spread in my mouth and down my throat.
After a while, my stomach felt warmer and sated, as if I’d eaten the best dinner even though I’d only swallowed a small mouthful of Lawrie’s milk.
I took care of the other nipple, emptying the straining flesh, and Lawrie sounded positively ecstatic.
He clutched my head to his chest, bowing his spine, pushing into each suck.
His nipple lengthened in my mouth, the skin yielding, adjusting to its new purpose.
I licked the underside and massaged the whole pec, trying to lure more liquid out.
Lawrie moaned beautifully, throwing his head back, and more drops released onto my tongue.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded. “Fuck me, please.”
Hell yes.
Fumbling, we managed to rid him of his tight pants, and I shucked my jeans.
Lawrie almost tore my T-shirt as we pulled it off together.
I rolled on top of him, and he lifted his legs to his chest. My cock was heavy and hard like never before, the sensitive skin stretched tight over my engorged cockhead, and the new ridges ached in an unfamiliar way, craving friction.
I grabbed myself at the base, and the partially swollen knot throbbed.
For a second, I stared at my changed cock.
It had transformed completely and looked truly monstrous now, nothing human about it.
I’d shifted today with Lawrie by my side.
Did that somehow speed up the process? Could I hurt Lawrie with this thing? But we were made for each other.
Shivering, I sank the tip into him, and his little opening widened over my cockhead, swallowing it easily until the rim tightened over the ridges.
The sensations were electric.
“Fuck,” Lawrie gasped. “That’s… Oh.”
Yeah. There were no words. The changes in our bodies seemed engineered for maximum pleasure. My cock tingling all over, I fucked Lawrie gently with the ridged part, massaging his inner walls.
“That feels incredible.”
“I know. God, Lawrie. I know.”
Another shallow thrust. Lawrie whined and I moaned when half of my cock disappeared in him.
I wanted to go slow, but Lawrie grabbed my ass cheeks and tilted his pelvis up, forcing us together.
Suddenly, I was in him to the root. We both cried out when we slotted together.
My swollen knot popped past his rim, and the walls of his ass squeezed it tight while my cockhead sank into the softest, satiny tissue deep in him.
Holy fucking insanity.
Sometimes, I’d wondered if the tales about bonding sex were exaggerated. But no. This was even better than I could have imagined.
“Lawrie, sweetheart,” I rasped. “I’ll come. It’s too much.”
“No.” His nails dug into my ass. “Fuck me like this.” His voice was low and breathy. “Fuck me. As deep as you can go.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth. Slowly, I pulled out and sank back in, Lawrie’s tight rim sliding over the bumps and ridges of my erection.
“Fuck!”
“Deeper,” he ordered, breathless.
I obeyed. My cockhead pushed into a soft barrier. I knew what it was, but I couldn’t think about it too much or I’d blow my load in seconds.
“There. Like that,” Lawrie murmured and drew in a deep breath. “Oh, Ernest.”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Just…stay right there.”
I made the tiniest thrusts, pushing on the spot, and Lawrie stiffened. “I’m coming,” he gasped. “Ernest… Fuck, I’m coming!”
And just like that, I knew I could last forever. The sensations were amazing, mind-blowing even, but I could balance on the edge and savor the way Lawrie’s body clenched and squeezed around my dick. His desire for me made me feel invincible.
“It’s my cock kissing your womb, sweetheart. That’s what’s making you come.”
“Don’t stop… There. Right there!”
His hole rippled along my length as Lawrie orgasmed again immediately after the first peak, his passionate cries filling the room.
Lodged in him to the hilt, I circled my hips, massaging the spot, while he quaked and whimpered.
“My Lawrie. You’re perfect.”
“I can feel it.”
“What, darling?”
“I feel… Oh.” He groaned and lifted his hips, making my cockhead burrow into the spongy tissue deep within. “I want you in there. I want you so much, Ernest. I think…I belong to you. I do.”
He felt the bond, just like I did. Breeding him seemed like an impossible dream and an inevitable future at the same time.
I kissed him while I thrust in and out slowly, but he couldn’t keep up with the kiss.
His mouth went slack, so I lifted my head and simply looked on as his face transformed into an image of pure euphoria.
His glazed eyes on mine, Lawrie looked and sounded as if he was drowning in pleasure, and the dragon roared with joy.
This is how my mate is supposed to feel. This right here.
Lawrie’s hole clutched me with another powerful orgasm.
When he reopened his eyes after a few firm thrusts, he looked drugged—cheeks pink, lips swollen, pupils blown, eyes glazed and unfocused.
He went boneless, his erection twitching between our bellies, spitting small drops of cum, his hole clenching erratically.
“Ernest…not possible… How?” The whites of his eyes flashed, and he shuddered, groaning from deep within. “So good… Fucking hell…again. Coming…again!”
Six times. I made him come six times before I succumbed myself, pumping him full of cum while every cell in my body sang with bliss. Glued together with sweat and cum, we lay intertwined, just breathing.
Lawrie slowly came to life, his hands stroking my ass cheeks. When I finally softened and pulled out, he stayed folded in half.
“Want me to clean you up?”
He shook his head. “Hold me like this.”
I wrapped myself around him, supporting his tail end with my thigh, and he rested curled into a ball, ass up.
“Want to keep your cum for a while longer.”
I stroked his lovely face and kissed his nose. Then I reached down and covered his wet opening with my fingers. I’d buy him a plug so he could safely sleep with my cum in him. I’d order it tonight. The thought made my knot tingle anew.
“You like my cum in you?”
“Uh-huh. It’s amazing.”
“Do you know why you feel like that?” I whispered.
Lawrie nodded solemnly, his eyes meeting mine. “Because you’re my mate.”
I blinked away the sudden pressure behind my eyes. “Lawrie, I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.” My voice broke halfway.
He gave me a small, tired smile. “I know.”
Did he truly? Did he have any idea how much the dragon already loved him and how quickly my personality molded itself around him?
He was the love of my life. The point of my existence.
He changed me, my body and soul, and I was his slave for eternity, dedicated to his well-being, pleasure, and happiness.
Everything and anything I’d ever accomplish would be for him and thanks to him.
But he met me only a few days ago, and while I felt like I knew him, like I could read his thoughts when I looked into his eyes, to him, I was still mostly a stranger.
I needed to change the subject, or I’d break down in tears.
“Thank you for letting me taste you,” I said.
Lawrie smiled sheepishly. “I thought it would be weird when you sucked me there, but it felt incredible.”
“My kind call it lover’s milk.”
“I know. I read about it in the book. It felt good for you too, right?”
He really had no idea. “The little drops that come out of your nipples are the most amazing thing I’ll ever taste in my life.”
“It felt like my nipples were orgasming,” he whispered, his cheeks getting pink.
I grinned. “You sounded like you were.”
He blushed deeper, his eyes on mine, all soft. “This is insane. How can I feel like this, Ernest? I barely know you.”
“How do you feel?”
“Happy. Absolutely blissed-out. And my reason tells me I should keep freaking out because you shouldn’t even exist. But I’m so happy right now.”
“Lawrie…” I kissed him, and he welcomed me in, caressing my tongue with his. His eyes remained closed when our lips parted. “You’re exhausted. Let’s go to bed.”
“Don’t leave.”
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
We took turns in the bathroom and brushed our teeth. He slept curled up in my arms all night. I woke up a few times, disoriented, but then I felt his warmth and smiled.
I have a mate. I have Lawrie.