Chapter 2
Slide down, Brooks. I need to hold you.
Only following those directions because standing on solid ground was his greatest desire, Brooks negotiated his way off the dragon. His knees shook in reaction to the arrival. Brooks leaned forward to brace his hands on his thighs as he took deep breaths.
The air swirled around him before warm arms wrapped around his torso, drawing him upright before hugging him close. Not used to being weak, Brooks struggled to get away, but Rogan squeezed him tightly to his hard form.
“Relax, Brooks. It’s okay to be vulnerable with me. No one is watching.”
“That dragon is an asshole. You should all torch him.”
“He is unstable. Keres needs a mate. He and I were the last two unmated dragons in our horde.”
“And you found me?”
“And I found you,” Rogan confirmed. “He was okay until he wasn’t. The horde will have to make a tough decision soon. But not today.”
Rogan brushed back the bangs that had flopped over Brooks’s eyes. “I was not expecting you, mate.” He wrapped his hand around the back of Brooks’ head and drew him closer.
Brooks held his breath. An overwhelming attraction filled him, but this was way outside his experience. Rogan’s lips met his softly once before slamming down on his mouth. The man and shifter battled for dominance. Aggressive kisses ignited the bond between them.
Rogan’s hands stroked over Brooks. The dragon’s barely controlled strength fueled the urgency building inside Brooks. There was no way he was in charge.
Brooks ripped his mouth from Rogan’s and stared at him in astonishment. Even with the sexiest female companion, Brooks had never experienced this consuming desire. “I’ve never…”
“I have you, mate. Nothing is off-limits for fate. We can try to take this slow,” Rogan said, squaring his shoulders.
“Fuck that.” Brooks grabbed Rogan’s shirt and attempted to haul him forward. It was like trying to move a boulder. He only succeeded in pulling himself toward the shifter.
Rogan didn’t allow him to think about that. He wrapped his arms around Brooks and pressed his mouth to the other man’s neck. When he bit that vulnerable spot at the curve of Brooks’s shoulder, Brooks rolled his head to the side to give him more access. Rogan’s hands slipped under his fitted T-shirt to caress his abs before pushing the fabric higher.
“This has to come off, mate. I need to look at you,” Rogan growled and took a step away to rip Brooks’s shirt over his head.
Brooks stilled as Rogan checked him out, trying not to flex too obviously. Thoughts flew through his mind. Brooks wasn’t a gym rat but preferred to exercise by hard work. His body was strong. Women seemed to find him handsome, but who knew what attracted a man?
“Damn! Unwrapping presents is now my favorite activity.” Rogan didn’t wait for him to ask. He reached over his back and grabbed a handful of his own shirt to drag it over his head.
“Fuck. What do you have? One percent body fat?” Why did he want to trace those grooves in Rogan’s torso with his tongue?
“Dragon,” Rogan reminded him. “Let me seal the entrance before you distract me completely.”
Rogan walked toward a large metal disk that had to weigh a ton. The muscles in his back flexed as he rolled it to cover the flaming entrance. With that done, Rogan turned to stalk toward Brooks, making him feel like prey. He loved it until Rogan leaned over to throw him over his shoulder. The shifter carried him easily away from the entrance.
“Rogan. I get it. You’re strong. I can walk.”
“The beast inside me needs this, Brooks. Besides, it’s a faster way to get you to my bed.” Rogan reached up to whack Brooks’s ass.
Even through his heavy denim pants, Brooks felt that sting. He definitely didn’t expect the twitch of his semi-erect cock. “Hey!”
“Spanking your bottom will happen, Mate.”
“I don’t think so. Who gets turned on by that?” Brooks tried to bluff.
Rogan laughed. “I can smell your desire, Mate. You have no secrets from me. The connection between most mates is strong. Ours is legendary.”
Brooks had a quick upside-down tour of the dragon’s refuge. It was not what he’d expected inside a mountain. He wanted to be interested in seeing more, but the sensation of the shifter’s muscles moving under his weight mesmerized him. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. It didn’t help.
He steadied himself by gripping Rogan’s hips. The man’s butt was epic. Brooks had always considered himself a breast man. Maybe that hadn’t changed. It was the connection between them.
Rogan walked through a doorway and stopped. A fraction of a second later, he leaned forward, dropping Brooks onto a soft surface. He bounced once and sat up.
“A warning would be nice. You don’t want me to have a heart attack,” Brooks groused.
Rogan stripped Brooks’ shoes off and toss them away. His socks followed quickly. Crawling over him on the bed, Rogan sat on his thighs to unfasten his jeans.
“Whoa!” Brooks protested and tried to back up as his cock went into full alert as Rogan’s fingers carefully pulled his zipper open.
“Stop?” Rogan asked, searching Brooks’s face.
Brooks slowly shook his head. He curled up off the bed to kiss the magnetic figure looming over him. As their lips met, Rogan slid his hand into Brooks’ jeans. Brooks gasped into his mouth when the shifter’s fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed.
“You need to be naked now,” Rogan growled and released him to slide off the bottom of the bed. Wrapping his hands around his mate’s ankles, Rogan pulled Brooks to the edge of the bed before helping him stand. Quickly, he stripped off Brooks’ jeans and briefs.
“Mate,” Rogan complimented in a low voice, heavy with desire.
“I need to see you, too,” Brooks said and stepped forward to unfasten Rogan’s jeans. The shifter brushed his hands away, taking over. In seconds, he stood nude as Brooks admired his chiseled form. The power in Rogan’s body was unmistakable.
“Women must go crazy over you,” Brooks said and shook his head at the ridiculous statement. He was floundering in this situation and couldn’t even come up with something intelligent to say.
“Brooks. I do not notice how anyone reacts to me. The only person I’m interested in is my mate. You.”
Holding his gaze, Rogan dropped to his knees in front of Brooks. He stroked his large hands up Brooks’ thighs. Rogan leaned forward to exhale a warm breath a fraction of an inch from Brooks’ erection before running the tip of his tongue from the base to the broad head.
Brooks couldn’t believe the overwhelming pleasure that threatened his control. His cock jerked in reaction to the caress. Off-balanced by that lick, Brooks wrapped his hands around Rogan’s broad shoulders, holding on to steady himself as he widened his stance. Upping the sensations, Rogan cupped Brooks’s buttocks, pulling him forward as he opened his mouth to draw Brooks’s shaft inside.
Struggling to not thrust his hips forward, Brooks reveled in the erotic scene happening in front of him. That view struck a deep desire he hadn’t known had hid inside him. This felt better than right. It felt essential.
Rogan’s tongue swirled along the underside of Brooks’s shaft, pushing his control as if it were his first time. Clamping down on his control, Brooks tried to think of anything else. He couldn’t come like a virgin within minutes of being caressed.
Relax, mate. Enjoy. I’m nowhere near finished with you. Rogan underlined that statement by tugging gently on Brooks’ sac as he sucked hard.
“Ahhh!” Rogan’s touch pushed his arousal further into dangerous territory. His knees shook as he struggled to remain standing. Rogan’s hands on his butt supported his weight easily.
Too soon, Rogan’s hot mouth released him to press a kiss to his still hard shaft. Rogan dragged his soft beard to Brooks’s thigh. There, his mouth opened to nip the tender skin.
Brooks met his gaze in surprise.
I’m very glad to have found you, mate. Rogan stood to embrace Brooks, pressing their shafts together. Are you ready for me to make love to you fully? If you need time.…
“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I can feel inside me that this is right. Be gentle?”
You are my mate, Brooks. I will take good care of you.
“What do I do?”
Onto the bed, My Adventurer. Let’s go explore. Rogan stepped back to guide Brooks to stretch out in the center of the giant bed. Following closely behind him, Rogan joined him. Brooks turned to him, eager to explore his mate.
The urgency between them rebuilt as they kissed and explored each other. Each searched for those special spots that brought the other pleasure. Brooks gained confidence as they caressed each other. He loved Rogan’s soft moans and mental praise.
Mate, you are driving me crazy. I need you now.
“Yes. Please.” Brooks allowed Rogan to shift him to his knees. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as Rogan applied lubricant to his tight opening before dipping inside. The sensation of his fingers moving in and out of him threatened to make him spill himself.
When Rogan’s thick cock pressed inside, Brooks grabbed handfuls of the comforter below him, crumpling it into his fists. Rogan slowly stretched his tight passage without hesitation. With the enormous shifter wrapped around him, Brooks could only submit. The burn of his entrance exploded the desire already filling Brooks.
When their bodies met fully, Rogan kissed and then bit Brooks’s shoulder. You are incredible.
“I need you to move,” Brooks demanded, making Rogan chuckle.
Your wish is my command.
The flurry of thrusts that followed erased anything Brooks had ever learned about sex. There was so much more between them than simple desire and attraction. A link grew and deepened until it seemed to shimmer around them. An explosion of pleasure shook Brooks as he and the shifter melded together, creating something completely new.
“Rogan!” He panicked at the intimate sensation.
The mating bond has snapped fully into place, My Adventurer. Enjoy. It will only get better.
“This is going to kill me,” Brooks muttered as he collapsed onto the bed.
In a couple hundred years or more, hopefully.
Brooks couldn’t process that statement. They lay together until their heart rates settled closer to normal. He grabbed Rogan’s arm when the shifter eased away.
“I’ll never leave you, Adventurer. I need to care for you. Come to the bathroom.”
Brooks appreciated that the darkness concealed his flaming cheeks as the shifter tended to him. Stumbling with weariness, he allowed Rogan to guide him back to bed and tuck him under the covers. As soon as his mate pulled him close, Brooks tumbled into sleep with his head on Rogan’s hard shoulder. His lips curved as he registered Rogan’s soft message.
Welcome home, Mate.