Chapter 12 My Mate Is Here #2
“There’s this thing. Among dragon folks.”
He waited for me to get it out. I had to tell him. If I were to treat him as my equal, I had to tell him everything.
“We find mates for life.”
The words, even though I said them quietly, seemed to boom through the space before they slammed into the walls around us and bounced back to knock the air out of my lungs.
Ansel blinked, mute.
His expressive face fell, turning completely blank. Unreadable. Time seemed to stop, but I kept talking, breathless.
“And with the way I feel about you, I think I’ve found you. I had my suspicions at the cabin. But when we flew together, when you touched me in my dragon form, I knew. The pull we feel toward each other will get stronger. You’re…my mate, Ansel.”
I inhaled, my constricted chest aching around the cool air. Ansel pulled back, straightening his spine, and my stomach clenched. Was I messing it up?
“Mates? For life?” I could read the syllables on his lips more than I could hear him.
I’d wait. I’d wait for however long he needed, and the prospect filled me with peace. But I couldn’t look on as he grew afraid and distant.
With my head bent, pleading with him even as I said something else, I prepared for the worst. “You’re only nineteen.
You’re so young, sweetheart. You’ve barely lived outside the golden cage you grew up in.
I’d hate for you to feel like I’m putting you into another before you’ve had the chance to fly. ”
My bare feet pointed at his polished leather shoes, the lines in between the tiles on the floor like pathways from me to him. The invisible strings tying me to him tightened with each passing second. The room was silent except for Ansel’s ragged breaths and thumping heart.
“I flew with you.” His voice cut through the quiet. “It was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.”
When I lifted my gaze, he pushed off the counter, took two small steps toward me, and put his palm on my overheated cheek.
“I want you to kiss me again. Is that bad?”
Oh Lord, I was shaking. “No. It’s not. But…the bond between us…will feel stronger the more time we spend together.”
“I don’t want to be away from you.”
I made a pained sound when he dragged my head down for another kiss. His plush lips against mine, his scent, his hand on my jaw…
“I hate that Valentin stole my first kiss,” he whispered against my mouth. “It should have been you.”
He was killing me.
Didn’t he get it? This was it. He was a mere nineteen years old, dammit, and he was bound to a dragon for the rest of his life. After only a few days together, every kiss and every touch were sealing his fate.
“Ansel, it’s for life.”
He stepped back, his hand falling away. His expression crumbled. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No!” I’d rather cut my heart out with a fork. “Please, don’t go.”
“But if I stay, our bond will grow stronger, and you don’t want that.”
He didn’t understand. “I do, Ansel. I want that.”
He lifted his chin defiantly. “So you think I might not want that. Is that what worries you?”
“Well, yes. I crashed into your life when you already had so much to deal with. Now I want to claim you and hide you in my lair like it’s the Middle Ages.”
When he smiled, so gentle and beautiful, I felt my eyes burn.
“You’re my dragon.”
This time, he opened his mouth into the kiss, teasing my tongue with his.
My chest rumbled with a growl. He must have felt how hard I was, but I didn’t thrust, didn’t dare to rub against him even as I ached all over.
The last thing I wanted was to make him feel pressured to do anything he wasn’t comfortable doing.
To avoid the contact, I lifted him onto the counter. We could kiss, but I could hide my groin under the edge.
Exploring my mouth, he played with the hair on my nape. I let him learn what he liked, then I kissed along his smooth jaw and under his ear. He tilted his head to give me more space. I mapped out his neck, the graceful line to the base of his throat, and the hollow between his collarbones.
“I don’t want to stop,” he said, breathless. “I want you too.”
Tugging the open collar of his shirt out of the way, I opened my mouth over the soft skin in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
My Ansel moaned, fisting my hair.
You’re sealing his fate. This is it. He won’t be able to ever leave you…
But the voice of my conscience got weaker and weaker.
He won’t be able to ever leave me. He’s mine.
The sweet scent of Ansel’s slick filled the room as I felt the tension in him rise.
He grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into another kiss.
This time, he sucked on my tongue, instinct taking over.
I stepped between his thighs while he scooted on the counter, dragging himself closer. His hard cock pressed into my stomach.
Slow down. He’s never done anything like this before. He’s innocent. The dragon didn’t have any scruples, though. Innocent. A virgin. Take, claim, mark.
My shoulder blades itched, wings ready to burst out of my body, and my skin grew hot all over. My erection seemed to pulsate with my heartbeat. I could distinctly feel my knot, even deflated, as it ached, coiled tight.
Claim my mate, fuck him, send him into heat. Knot him. Breed.
On a wild moan, Ansel tore his mouth away.
“Pascal… I want…”
My mate needed me. I could see his passion like a mirror image of my own agonizing desire. We were burning together. All my fears and reservations got charred in the fire, the dust blown away.
“Whatever you want. Tell me.”
A flush of arousal glowed on his cheeks and neck. “Can you make me come?” he blurted and bit his lip. He was trembling, his breaths coming out choppy.
Sweet heaven.
“Yes, love. Of course.”
He looked on with blown pupils as I took off his shoes one by one.
I put him on his feet and undid the button on his slacks.
Surprising me, Ansel swiftly shoved his pants down along with his underwear.
Trembling all over, he gripped the counter with both hands, bare from the waist down.
He looked so eager yet fragile on his socked feet with his knees wobbling.
Holding his gaze, I knelt before him.
The hem of his shirt caressed my face as I mouthed his cock. It was slim, in proportion to his small frame, but so hard it seemed to throb on my tongue. Ansel cried out, then bit his fist. With his other hand, he held on to the edge of the counter, his knuckles white.
“Nghhh!”
Tightening my lips, I slid up and down his perfect little cock. Then I slowly sucked him in all the way, until his cockhead nudged the back of my mouth. He fit like he’d been made for me. I pressed my nose into the soft thatch of hair and swallowed, my lips tight around the base of his erection.
Claim him.
I squeezed his ass cheeks, holding him to me when he bucked helplessly.
Ansel’s cry pierced the air, ringing through my apartment and echoing in my skull. I closed my eyes. His body grew taut in my hands, and his cum flooded my throat. I drank him in, my own cock throbbing painfully in the confinement of my jeans.
I couldn’t describe the taste, only what it did to me. Something squeezed my heart and released it, restarting the rhythm. I was changed, irrevocably.
I sucked until he stopped shuddering and his cock softened, then I kissed up his flat belly. Ansel hugged my head to his middle.
His scent drugged me. I forgot about everything—his age, my age, why he was here in the first place… What mattered was the bare skin of his ass cheeks against my palms, his cum on the back of my tongue, the imprint of his cock in my mouth, and his desire in my lungs.
I wanted more. I wanted to make him yell my name in ecstasy.
Massaging his ass cheeks, my fingers swiped through wetness that I hadn’t tasted yet. That wouldn’t do. I lifted Ansel into my arms and carried him to the sofa. I laid him on his stomach, and he parted his thighs.
“I’m not going to fuck you, love. Not tonight.”
He nodded against the pillow and closed his eyes. His trust in me humbled me.
I kissed the two small hollows on his lower back, then the top of his crack. Then I licked through his crease, lapping up the abundance of slick he’d leaked during his orgasm.
His moans sounded like music. He spread his legs wider and tilted his hips up, offering himself to me.
The tiny pink star was open, but it would barely fit my pinkie.
I teased it with the tip of my tongue and pushed against it to feel the firm ring of muscle.
It resisted, but Ansel made the most beautiful sounds of pleasure when I pressed harder.
Claim my mate.
With my fingers spread, I pulled his ass cheeks further apart and pushed my tongue into him.
Ansel groaned from deep within.
“Oh, Pascal…oh!”
His slick. I could drown in him and die happy.
He tasted sweet, like unknown fruits and flowers and rare white wine.
The juices he leaked were thick like honey, clinging to my tongue and to the roof of my mouth, blending with the flavor of his cum.
I shoved my tongue deep and wiggled it, trying to tease out more, and Ansel cried out.
“Oh my God. Oh my God! Aaah…”
He scrambled to push his ass against my face, so I grabbed his hips and held him to me like a damned meal. His hole loosened further, opening for me and begging me. His slick all but gushed out of him.
I licked him and kissed and gulped, insatiable.
The sweetest pleasure covered me whole, tightening every muscle in my body, then setting me free. I came in my pants, humping the sofa cushion, my tongue inside my sweetheart’s perfect body.
Ansel didn’t even notice. He rocked and ground against my mouth, his hole clenching on my tongue.
I couldn’t stop.
The world could go down around us, and I wouldn’t be able to tear myself away. Buried between Ansel’s ass cheeks, I tongue-fucked his hole, drank his slick, then made him come again. And again.
His hands and feet twitched, his nails raking over the sofa cushions.
He made deep animalistic sounds. The tones got higher as he got close to another peak.
This time, his ass fluttered, the muscles trembling with electricity.
It went on and on. I shoved my tongue as deep as I could.
As Ansel shook, a jet of his slick filled my mouth.
Spasms racked his body, broken wails spilling out of his throat.
That was the ecstasy I needed my mate to feel in my arms. He lost himself, orgasming for the longest time. I licked him through it until he collapsed.
Panting, he lay spread out on my sofa, only in his black ankle socks and his now wrinkled shirt rucked up under his arms. I ate him up with my gaze, storing every detail in my memory.
Planes of pale skin, the twin curves of his waist, his plump, flushed ass cheeks with fading finger marks where I’d held him, the vulnerable pink crease, and in the middle, his open hole.
His rim was reddened, gaping right in front of my face and glistening with wetness. A rosebud dipped in honey.
I’m going to put my cock in there. Soon.
It twitched, so I soothed it with a fingertip. Not yet, but soon.
A pool of Ansel’s cum stained the sofa cushion. His back lifted with deep breaths, and a shudder went through him. An aftershock? His hole clenched one last time, releasing another drop of fresh slick. It trickled down his taint.
My virgin mate, utterly debauched.
Careful not to put too much weight on him, I covered his body with mine. He pressed his round ass into my stomach when I nuzzled his back.
With my mate sated, his cum and slick filling my belly, the dragon was content. Happiness fizzled in my veins.
When his breathing calmed down, Ansel rolled under me, blinking sleepily.
“What about you?”
“I came in my jeans. Your taste did that.”
“Oh.”
“You need to sleep, love.”
He’d been through so much today. No wonder he was all but passing out.
He exhaled, and his eyelids sank lower until he peered up at me through mere slits of his pretty eyes. “Okay.”
I gathered him into my arms and carried him to my bedroom, where I sat him on the edge of the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt while he gazed at me, sex drunk and adorable. Kneeling on the floor, I took his socks off. I rose, kissed his nose, and tucked him in.
Naked.
My mate is naked in my bed.
“I’ll be right back.”
He nodded, his eyes closing already.
I showered quickly, soaping up to get the mess off my groin before it got crusty.
Then I brushed my teeth and put on a pair of clean boxer briefs.
In the living room, I stripped the cum-stained cushion cover.
I lifted the fabric to my face and inhaled the scent deeply.
I was tempted to lick it but was sane enough to go throw it in the wash instead.
Tomorrow, I could suck my mate and eat his cum for breakfast. Warm and fresh from his pulsating cock.
I brought two glasses of water to the bedroom and left them on the nightstand. My mate was deeply asleep already, his features slack and swollen lips parted. His lavender-tinted eyelids quivered. He must have been dreaming.
After staring at Ansel in my bed for I didn’t know how long, I lifted the blanket and curled around him. He snuffled from his dream but didn’t stir.