Chapter 15 #3
He traced the outline of my claiming gland with his tongue, and I let out a long, slow breath.
It was finally going to happen. We were finally about to reunite the spark that we lit eons ago in the Other World.
His teeth grazed over the taut skin and then the sting came.
It was quick and sharp and then his warm tongue lapped up all the clear magical fluid that ran from it.
That clear fluid held all the pertinent memories of mine that he needed to know to not feel crazy for loving me.
Though, we’d covered a lot of that in the time we’d already known each other.
It took me years to figure out that our claiming vows showed us slightly different things than most mates received.
I found out about little quirks of his and he learned all about my favorite book series.
It was as if the magic knew we had one helluva ride ahead of us and wanted to ensure that we were the best possible partners for each other.
Clarence lapped up the last of the clear magical fluid from my claiming gland and then it was my turn.
I kissed his gland where it was perched on top of his trap muscle.
I licked it and savored the squish of the liquid moving underneath his skin.
He moaned and thrust deeper into me. I dug my nails into his shoulders in a vain attempt to hold him still even though I didn’t want him to stop.
Borrowing my dragon’s eyetooth, I pierced my alpha’s gland and was rewarded with a warm gush that tasted like strong, sweet coffee.
It washed over me and brought me flashing memories of him and Pras in their younger years.
I saw other faces and places that I knew – but through his eyes.
I learned about his quirky obsession with shiny things but also understood it because light glinted off everything in his vision.
More so than I have ever heard another dragon describe.
Later this would be part of his shinymania diagnosis but at the time the condition wasn’t even named.
It did mean I bought a lot of glittery underwear in our younger days, though.
“Mate?” Clarence tested our newly forged mating link once his claiming gland ran dry.
“Alpha,” I moaned into his thoughts as he sank deep into me again.
It was mind-bending to experience not only my pleasure, but the sensations traveling over his body as he rocked inside me.
The thought passed through my head that this must be the reason why so many true-mates end up versatile if they lived long enough.
Clarence reached between our bodies and took my dick in his big hand.
I wasn’t small by any means, but I loved how his fist enveloped me as if he didn’t want to let a single bit of skin go untouched.
His fist stroked over me in time with the rhythm of our lovemaking.
My fire burnt brighter and hotter until I thought I might explode the whole hospital if I didn’t cum soon.
Clarence stroked me faster and harder, squeezing and tugging, as my hips worked frantically underneath him.
He was close too. Everything over our mating link screamed that we were both so fucking close and desperate and needed more and more until my balls finally drew up tight to my body and I saw stars.
Fire did shoot out of my nose as I came hard and messy all over my alpha’s hand.
Thankfully, Clarence was as fireproof as I was and there wasn’t a bloody oxygen tank in the room.
His thrusts continued, seeking out his own release.
I squeezed him hard as his pleasure still rained down on me.
Clinging to him, I writhed, riding out the waves of continuous pleasure as his throbbing dick twitched inside me.
He thrust once, twice, three times more and shuddered.
Then with his head thrown back in euphoric victory and he roared.
If I hadn’t been so caught up in how good everything felt and how my toes curled into his flesh, I would’ve died of mortification.
The whole hospital knew exactly what we were doing and the news spread that we’d met when I came to make a delivery for the apothecary even though I hadn’t worked there in months.
Still, we let them talk because we were together and that’s all that mattered in the end.
Once all the pleasure was milked out of us, Clarence got rid of the condom and we cuddled until we dozed off. I couldn’t remember a night I’d slept so well since I was a kid. Wrapped up in his big, strong arms, I knew we could take on whatever the world threw at us.
The next day we’d have a private handfasting for my parents, Volex, and our few remaining friends.
We’d waited long enough to tie the knot.
The big wedding would come almost a year later after much planning and forethought.
All of Moonscale London turned out for the event and that was a relief because it was for them.
My parents hated the pomp and ceremony of it all, but it didn’t bother me.
I loved watching our dragons come together and I loved being one half of the pair who they united under.
It would be a long time before we had an egg, but it would be a lie if I said I didn’t enjoy every moment of our early mateship and leadership.