Chapter 4
Fergus
I’d waited half a century for my love.
For hours, I watched him sleep. The beast was already tied to him for life, after only one mating.
His scent and slick were altering me, and when I got hard breathing him in, my balls ached, and my knot tingled.
My dick would get thicker at the base, the knot always a little swollen, and my cockhead would grow bigger with firm ridges underneath so I could fuck my mate into ecstasy.
My cum was in him now, changing him on the inside, his womb ripening swiftly. Soon, he’d bear my young.
I knew it was merely nature running its course, but it seemed like a miracle. My heart overflowed with so much love and desire, and my body burned with so much want, I was spellbound, simply staring at Gillam’s pink lips, parted in his sleep. He was mesmerizing.
I’d almost been too late. I didn’t dare to imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t lost his glove and I hadn’t caught his scent. But he was here in my bed, and the bonding had already begun. He was mine forever.
The next time he woke, I lay by him on the bed, waiting. He accepted the water I offered him.
“Fergus,” he murmured. His body and mind hadn’t yet recovered from the harrowing two-day journey. I should have found him earlier, but the king’s soldiers tracking him with dogs hadn’t made it easy. Aside from looking for him, I’d had to avoid them.
I reminded myself he was healthy and safe. Soon, he’d be recovered, our bond would strengthen, and I’d take him far away from this land, away from any danger.
“Fergus,” he repeated.
I cupped his jaw, caressing his beautiful face. “Yes?”
“Why do I feel like I know you?”
I held his gaze, letting him recognize our bond. Even if he didn’t understand it, he felt it, just like I did. His pupils flared, and a faint blush spilled into his pale cheeks.
“I know you,” he breathed.
I nodded, leaning closer. “Of course you do. Our hearts have always known each other.”
As soon as our lips brushed, he opened for me.
The instinct was stronger than any notion of decorum he’d been raised with, more powerful than any doubt or fear.
The bond tying us together was the ultimate force that would steer both our lives until we died.
The perfume coming from between his legs burned through my nostrils and into my torso.
Artlessly and hungrily, Gillam accepted my kisses, suckling on my tongue and wrapping his arms around my neck. I tugged the sheet off his naked form and rolled on top of him, letting our bodies slot together. I needed to get inside him. Immediately.
Gillam gasped. “I… I feel…” With his legs bracketing my hips, he arched up. “I need you so much. What’s happening?”
I held his wild gaze as I brushed my hand through his crease. When I found his opening, he jolted, crying out. His rim quivered against my fingers, loosening swiftly, releasing oily slick, eager to be filled. I smeared the liquid around the hungry, pulsating hole, and Gillam shuddered.
“I don’t understand. My body… and you… Ah. Please! I’m so empty.”
“You’re my mate, Gillam, and you’re in heat.”
My gaze never wavered from his face—full of want and wonder—as I guided my cock into place.
His mouth fell open and eyes bulged with shock, yet his hole swallowed me eagerly and tightened around me.
After I’d opened him up last time, he was ready for me.
His body remembered the pleasure it had received, and now it demanded it again even as his mind seemed to reel.
His hole was drenched, his inner muscles rippling along my cock, sucking it in.
“What’s happening?” he repeated, breathless.
“We’re true mates. Your body needs me. It needs my cum.”
He angled his hips up, meeting my thrusts. On the next fuck, he moaned, clutching my upper arms. “I’m… I… Fergus!”
“Shh. Feel me.”
I thrust a few times, and on a piercing cry, he came around me, his flesh clenching on my shaft, his fingers digging into my shoulders. Then he slumped underneath me, gazing up at me with passion.
“Feels… like magic.”
“Because it is.” I could see another wave of pleasure building, clear as day in his angelic features. “When true mates make love, it is magic.”
“We’re making love.”
“Yes, my treasure.”
“I’m not… innocent anymore.”
“No. I claimed you last night. Spilled my cum into you and knotted you. And now I’ll do it again.”
I sped up my thrusts, and he groaned. “Full! Oh god, so full.”
“Do you like it when I fuck you deep like this?”
“Yes. Yes! Please, more!”
“I’ll give you more. I’ll fuck you until all you’ll feel will be me. My cock. Fucking you deep and hard. Ruining your young body.”
“Ruin me. Please. Hurt me.”
He was a dragon mate—his body was made for me, and I couldn’t really hurt him. But he liked the fantasy, and I’d indulge him in anything and everything.
“You’re so slim. So fragile. My dick is thicker than your wrist. Your hole is stretched like a screaming mouth. Your stomach is bulging on each fuck. I’ll break you in. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll never close your legs again.”
He couldn’t speak anymore, but his cries were clearer than any words. He gripped his nipples and pulled on them, and his slender shaft spat more pearly cum all over his torso.
“Keep coming, my darling. Your hole sucks my cock so lovingly when you do.”
I feasted on the sight of him lost in passion, writhing and keening, pinching his nipples.
The sixth time he peaked, I was kissing him, drinking in his desperate moans, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Buried deep in his young body, the crown of my shaft pressed up against the growing sprout of his womb, I let the love swallow me whole.
When I came inside him, my knot swelling swiftly, he keened, pressing up against me.
For a while, we lay entirely still, and I listened to his heartbeat as it slowed.
He nuzzled my ear.
“What are you doing to me? This is madness.”
I lifted myself on my arms and circled my hips, stirring his guts with my knot. It made him sigh. When his eyes opened, tears glistened in them.
“What have you done to me?” There was no accusation in his tone, only wonder.
“We’re fulfilling our purpose, my love. The lust we feel, the passion…
I’m yours, and you’re mine. You need my knot inside you, and I need to feel your warmth and breathe your scent when you come for me.
I’ll never touch anybody else—I’ll forever want you.
Our bodies are tied together, and our minds are creating an unbreakable bond. ”
“Unbreakable bond,” he echoed, searching my face.
“That’s how our kind mate.”
“Your kind? Who… what are you?”
“Our kind, Gillam. You and me, and others like us. I’ll show you soon.”
His eyebrows drew together in confusion, and I smiled.
“Do you trust me?”
He nodded without hesitation.
“I need you to be patient, love. Soon. Can you wait just a few more days for an explanation?”
Nodding again, he stroked my jaw. “You wouldn’t hurt me or lie to me,” he said with conviction.
“No, I could never do that. You’re my everything, Gillam.”
I needed the bond to grow a little stronger. I didn’t want to frighten him by showing him my other form too soon.
“For now, simply feel. I’ll bring you pleasure. Endless pleasure.”
He hummed when I rolled my hips.
“Oh please. Yes.”