Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Odem
A full body shiver ran through me. The vision of Ronan playing the role of a cock warmer…damn, just…damn.
“I’m in.” And he could pick whatever movie he wanted. The likelihood I’d give it ten seconds of attention was next to nil. “Snack. You mentioned wanting a snack?” There, I found a few words, though my mind was solely focused on that tight hole, or was it his mouth, that would play the leading role?
The smartass winked as his eyes scanned my body, tongue darting out, licking his bottom lip as his gaze landed on my erection. “Hmm, hot dogs sound good to me.”
Mother. Fucker.
Was it possible for a three thousand plus year old dragon to prematurely ejaculate?
It was a mad scramble to the kitchen for a breath of fresh air before clothes went flying.
Feed mate first, cock warmer after.
Yes, dragon.
It wasn’t often he spoke up, though since we had mated, he’d become more dominant.
Protect mate. Protect eggs.
Yes, dragon.
Well, hot dogs weren’t an option, but sausage was. Big, spicy, juicy…Jesus, there was no way I’d last through the opening credits. Everything was a sexual metaphor right now.
Who was I kidding, that was the norm for me. Especially where Ronan was concerned.
I slid the sausage over the skewers, drew out my internal flame, and roasted away. Who needs a barbeque when the Goddess gifted you with fire?
“Smells good in there,” Ronan called out from the living room.
Perfectly cooked snacks in one hand, bottles of water in the other. Time to rejoin my mate, eat, and then have a warm dessert.
“Yum, thank you,” Ronan’s stomach rumbled as I handed him a skewer. “How did you?”
I winked. “It’s a gift.”
“I can’t wait to see what gifts the Goddess grants our girls with.”
“Same.” These subtle changes in Ronan, the way he was finally accepting everything that upended his life, secretly thrilled me. I’d play coy, keep the cheers inside so as to not spook him and send him back down that negative spiral, which at times was hard to do.
When I glanced up at Ronan, I noticed he’d not only scarfed down both of his sausages but was eyeing mine. “Not a dragon, huh?” I teased and handed him one of mine, “Eat up baby.”
“Babies and thank you.”
This pregnancy was really pushing his dragon forward. How he was missing all of this was beyond me. Scales were clearly visible along his exposed skin. “Um, Ronan, look at your arms?”
The skewer hit the floor as he screamed. “What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re. A. Dragon. And a gorgeous opalescent one at that. What a rare color. Goddess, I can’t wait to see you in full form, the sun’s rays bouncing off your sheer scales.” Without a doubt, I’d have the most amazingly gorgeous dragon for a mate. My dragon preened and strutted around.
Mine.
Ours.
“Who’s voice was that?” Ronan’s head whipped around. “Where did it come from?”
“That’s my dragon, he’s very pleased with yours.”
“What? No, this is just, it’s just,” he rubbed his arms. “A rash?”
“Not a rash. Being pregnant is drawing your dragon out. Haven’t you heard a voice inside your head before? A guiding one, warning you of things?” He blinked. “It’s not your mind, it’s your dragon.”
“Huh. I um, I need to brush my teeth.” When he couldn’t get up on his own, I helped him up. “Thanks.”
Whether or not he’d return was the question that hung in the air. Most likely he’s stripping down and checking every inch he can see for scales. And when the scream came, I bolted upstairs and walked right into what I expected in front of his bathroom mirror.
“Ronan, are you okay?” There he was, in his opalescent birthday suit.
“Did you do this to me?”
“Sweetheart, that’s literally impossible. I cannot turn anyone into a dragon. You must be born with dragon blood in you.” I slid my arms around his waist and cupped his growing belly. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Ronan.”
“You really think so?” his gaze was glued to the mirror. My dear vain mate, obsessed with looking his best at all times.
“I do. Now, about that movie and a cock warming? I mean, you’re already naked. Just saying….”
“Hmm,” he did his best to twist around in my arms, but his belly got in the way. “That wasn’t sexy.”
I loosened my arms so he could turn. “Ronan, you could run around the house in a burlap sack with food in your teeth and I’d still be turned on.”
“Please, for the love of all things holy, do not, under any circumstance, allow me to wear a burlap sack, nor have food in my teeth,” he huffed. “Now, give me a few moments to freshen up and I’ll meet you downstairs. I know exactly which movie to pick.”
I couldn’t care less which movie he picked. I’d stare at a blank screen as long as he sat on my cock. I raced downstairs, tidied up the living room and stripped down. There may or may not have been the sound of clothing being ripped, but c'est la vie.
Couch pillows were fluffed up, TV was on and Ronan’s mate, the epitome of Adonis, lay in waiting.
Flipping through the channels about twenty minutes later, a freshly showered Ronan’s naked ass flittered through the room, took the remote from me, and selected the movie he wanted.
Even pregnant Ronan’s movements were full of confidence.
My eyes were glued to that sexy ass I was intimately familiar with.
“Warm me, baby,” came out all growly.
Ronan rolled his eyes. “Please tell me that line has never worked for you before.”
“Huh, to be honest, I can’t recall ever having used it.” Might be a reason why, given his lack of positive reaction to it.
“Ranks right up there with, did it hurt when you fell from heaven.”
“Yeah, can’t say I’d fall for that, nor have I used that one before. I take it some poor schmuck used it on you?” Some men were truly idiots.
“Sadly,” he eyed my cock and licked his lips, “yes. Now, spread ‘em, Dragon.”
Topping from the bottom, another plus on the ever-growing list of why I…Oh hell, I’ve been in love with his snarky ass for a while now, haven’t I? Jesus, sometimes I’m a complete idiot. How did I not see any of this coming?
Because you didn’t listen to me.
Not helping much now, Dragon.
Tell him you love him.
He’ll flip the fuck out and I’m about to get really, really, really warm.
“Hey, stop ignoring me,” Ronan slapped my thigh.
“Yum, pain with my pleasure. Never a problem.” We had so much to learn about each other. More eyerolls, which were somehow sexy coming from Ronan.
“Scooch up.” I slid into a sitting position at the boss’s order, excited for the show to start.
I had an idea where this was going, but the suspense was like foreplay.
“Well,” he grunted after trying and failing to find a comfortable way to suck me.
“That’s not gonna work soooo,” he dragged the word out.
“We’ll just begin with the second act.” After another awkward move and getting my hands slapped for trying to help him, Ronan flipped around and straddled me.
“Reverse cowboy, hell yeah,” I wiggled my cock along his crack. “Tell me when, baby. I’m dying to be in…prepped and slick. Goddess, I love you.” Ronan froze and my jackass dragon laughed. I was glad he was facing away from me.
Smooth.
Fuck.
That too.
I said nothing, just waiting for Ronan to make the next move. “Line up, then sit still.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” As soon as my cock breached that gorgeous hole, Ronan took charge. Down an inch, back up. Down two inches, back up. My cock was not enjoying this, well, he was but I was seconds away from impaling him. Fucking tease.
Finally, all tucked inside his nice, warm hole, Ronan snuggled up with his back to my front then covered us with the blanket. “Now be a good boy and watch the movie. Maybe when it’s over, I’ll let you come.”
“Wait, what?”
“Now, now, that’s not being a good boy at all. Should I sit somewhere else?”
He fucking would, too.
“N-No,” I said through gritted teeth. Hey, two can play this game.
My hands slid from his belly, fingers teasing his neatly trimmed pubes.
Not sure if he meant to or not, but that hum he just released was a tell all.
Now it was a game of who would last the longest. “Oops,” I thrust up, “sorry, had to shift a bit.” Ha-ha, loved that shivery gasp it elicited.
Though the more I teased, the harder it was for him to sit still, and it had us both on edge.
“Be good, I’m trying to watch the movie.”
“Really? What’s it about?” Ronan was full of shit.
“It’s-It’s,” he sighed. “Fuck if I know. Are you warm yet?”
“Ha-ha, I’ve been warm since you mentioned your new role this afternoon.” And another thrust, for good measure. He stilled, not the reaction I was hoping for, so it was time to up my game. Lightly trailing my fingertips along the inside of his thighs, goosebumps broke out across his flesh.
“I-I,” I was loving this stuttering, knowing I had him right where I wanted him. “You-you,” my fingers traced his balls and along his taint. “Warm. Supposed to be warm.”
“Oh, we’re plenty warm,” I nipped his shoulder and circled his shaft, then stroked. “Are you warm, baby?”
“Yeah-Yeah, warm. Sooo warm.” Those sexy little hips shimmied, taking my cock with them. “Yeah.”
“What’s going on in the movie?” Even in the moment I was a total smart ass.
“What-what movie?”
“Hmm, thought we had to watch the movie before there were any happy endings.” There was no way he’d make it much longer. Ionus and Caro both told me their mates were horny as hell while pregnant.
“Yeah, happy ending.”
Laughter bubbled forth. I wrapped my arms around him, held him in place and thrust up in rapid succession.
“Yeah, yes, right there.”
Movie night was a blip in the rear-view mirror.
He-he rear.
“I’m gonna fill that pretty hole and keep it plugged until the movie is over. I was promised you’d be my little cock warmer, after all.”
“Ugh,” he groaned. “Shut. Up. And. Fuck. Me.”
“My, my, how the bossy little tables have turned.”