Chapter 25 #2
I maybe should have spoken to Ethan and Ayo about this before discussing it with Bryn, but Ethan has been nothing but encouraging about me pursuing something with my dragon, and Ayo really likes him. They’re not going to turn my mate away.
He snorts, a little puff of smoke escaping and drifting up into the air between us. ‘It’s a hardship, but I think I can endure living in the stunning manor house that literally changed my life.’
I grin, my hand movements playful. ‘Even with its leaky taps and dodgy hot water?’
‘Eh, those will be fixed eventually.’
‘And Jet’s pranks?’
‘Just say the word and I’ll help you plan every revenge.’
This time when he pulls me down into a kiss, my brain finally runs out of questions to ask and things to check. We didn’t even decide who’s going to top this time, but if I’m going to be giving him a bonding bite, I know which one I want.
I reach for the lube and coat my fingers, then nudge his legs into a bent position.
I wait for his nod before I circle his pucker with my finger and suck his nipple into my mouth, alternating between sucking and lightly blowing on each bud in turn.
At the same time, I play with his entrance until he softens enough for me to slowly insert a finger, sliding it in and out until he’s ready for me to add a second.
His panting breaths and occasional grunts mix with the tweeting of nearby birds and the distant hammering on the manor roof.
I love the aborted little thrusts of his hips, the way he tries to grip the short strands of my hair, and the burning love in his eyes when I glance up to find him watching me.
I crook my fingers, searching for his prostate until his back arches and he gives a low moan, his cock dribbling precum.
I crave his every response he gives me, every tiny indication that I’m giving him pleasure. My mate deserves the best sex of his life for our bonding, and I’m determined to do everything I can to give it to him.
I stretch him until I’m able to insert a third finger, wanting to make sure he’s well and truly prepped. I’ve never topped him before and I don’t want to risk hurting him.
He claws at my shoulders, the heat from his body increasing the more worked up he gets. It’s a sharp contrast to the cool March air, and I’m sweating before I’m even inside him.
I finally have mercy on his abused nipples and withdraw my fingers as well, reaching for the lube and liberally coating my throbbing cock. I settle between his legs and brace myself with one hand next to his head, my cock positioned at his entrance.
‘Yes?’ I ask, needing a moment to compose myself.
Bryn is always stunning, but he’s especially beautiful like this, spread out beneath me with a flush to his skin and a puffiness to his lips, each ragged breath reminding me that he’s here and whole and mine. My overprotective dragon shifter, who took one look at me and decided I was it for him.
‘Yes,’ he signs, eyes burning with need. ‘I love you, treasure. Bite me. Bond with me. Turn this into forever.’
My heart rate picks up, my tiger urging me to stop holding back and claim our mate now.
I hold the base of my cock and slowly push into Bryn’s tight, hot channel.
Oh, fuck, that feels incredible. I stop an inch in to give him time to adjust, my braced arm quivering, my entire body trembling as I resist the urge to thrust.
He grips my arse with both hands and urges me to keep going, pulling me to him until I’ve bottomed out. I kiss those incredible lips, feeling a little overwhelmed and a lot in love, so grateful I found this man and that I overcame my reservations to take a chance on him.
When he starts rocking under me I slowly pull back until just the tip of my cock is inside him, then thrust back in.
He’s preferred rough strokes whenever I’ve jerked him off, so it’s no surprise when he encourages me to move faster, rock harder, and thrusts his tongue into my mouth in time with the way I’m pounding into him.
I’m not sure who’s topping who at this point, but I don’t actually care as long as I can give him what he wants.
My orgasm builds at the base of my spine, a tingling sensation that spreads outwards as my skin heats. I tear my mouth from his as my teeth sharpen and my canines elongate, ready for the mating bite. I reach between us for his dripping cock, stroking with a slick fist in time with my thrusts.
Suddenly a swirling red mist rises from his chest, wrapping around me like it wants to envelop me.
It’s distinctly possessive, like a physical manifestation of the precious way he calls me his treasure, and the feral feel to it is what tips me over the edge.
I roar out my release then bite down hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, thrilling in his low moan as he spills between us.
A tether forms in my chest, joining me to the dragon beneath me, and through the brand-new bond all the elation and love I feel for him is reflected back at me.
I collapse on top of him, breathing hard, trying to process the incredible sensation of this new tie to him. His arms are firm around me, gently insistent that I stay right where I am. He doesn’t need to worry; I’m not going anywhere. I’m exactly where I want to be.
We lie there for long, lazy moments, his release smeared between us, amplifying our already mingled scents. With the bond now in place we’ll always smell of each other. My tiger chuffs happily at the thought.
As soon as I get my breath back I lick the blood from the bite, my tiger demanding we take care of our dragon. The bite will scar but it’s already starting to heal, which reassures me as much as anything else that he’s unlikely to have any lasting physical effects from yesterday.
Eventually my tiger nudges me, wanting pets from our dragon. I smile into Bryn’s chest. That’s a fantastic idea. I finally start to get up, wincing at the way our drying cum is sticking us together. As much as I want us to carry each other’s scents, a bit of cleaning up is probably in order.
‘What was the red mist?’ I ask gently. I know what I want it to have meant, but I need his take on it.
He gets to his feet as well and brushes mud from his legs, a quirk to his lips as he rolls his eyes.
‘That was my dragon deciding that if we were going to bond, we needed to do it properly. I honestly don’t know if that means we’re fated and my dragon and I weren’t strongly connected enough before today, or if that side of me chose you as well. ’
The sensation through the bond holds a hint of uncertainty, and that’s the last thing I want him to feel. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. Fated or not his dragon wanted this too, and now we’re fully bonded, exactly the way we should be.
I smile, my hand movements as soft as the mushy feelings inside me. ‘Either way, I’m happy. I love that your dragon wanted to make the bond even stronger.’
He smiles and tugs me in for a kiss. When we part, I hold out my hand and jerk my head at the nearby lake. The water is stunningly clear thanks to Ayo’s hard work, so it’s perfect for getting clean before redressing.
His eyes widen, and not in a good way. ‘There’s something you should know, treasure.’ He looks unusually hesitant. ‘Fire dragons can’t swim. We’re too dense. We literally sink like a stone.’
I blink. ‘Didn’t you say your mum’s a water dragon?’
He cringes. ‘Yes, she’s got this long, serpentine body without wings, stunning black and gold scales, and swims like a dream in her dragon form. Unfortunately, I didn’t inherit any of that. She tried for years to teach us all to swim, but it just wasn’t possible.’
I side-eye the lake. ‘That’s fine; we’ll head back to the manor to clean up.’
I’m turning to gather my strewn clothing when he touches my shoulder gently, his hand warm. ‘How about if we stay in the shallow parts? We can still wash off.’
I smile, really liking the idea. ‘Let’s do it. And any future wet sexy times can be limited to the shower.’
Not that I was thinking about having round two in the lake. Honest.
His shoulders relax and he smiles, the mood through the bond one of slightly horny relief—probably at the thought of showering together.
‘Perfect,’ he signs.
We clean up in the frigid water and as soon as he steps safely onto the shore by himself, I shift. I absolutely love swimming in my tiger form, but I’ll save that for another day.
I crouch low in the water, only my eyes above the surface, ready to pounce. I wait until he turns towards me—a sensation of suspicion reaching me through the bond—and leap out at him, knocking him flat onto his back with a paw planted firmly in the centre of his chest.
I delight in his laugh and demonstrate this by shaking the water out of my fur, all over him. He grabs me and rolls us, and it’s the best thing ever to roll around on the bank of the lake, tussling with my mate for dominance.
Eventually the play fighting turns to petting and I immediately settle down, loving his hands stroking my fur and scratching in all the right places. I chuff and lick his face, making him grin, before he leans forward and presses a kiss to my nose.
My tiger is delighted with our playful dragon. I love every part of him—his intelligent mind, his determination, and the way he’d do anything for the people he loves. It’s the best feeling in the world to know I get to spend the rest of my life with him.