Chapter 15
Fifteen
Zamir
I paid no mind to his room as he closed the door and led me to his bed.
He sat down on the edge, then pulled me into his lap before kissing me again, and I kissed him back eagerly as my cock hardened in my pants.
I could feel Nolan against my ass, and I rocked into him, moaning when it pressed my erection against his abdomen.
"Do you... want to..." Nolan murmured between kisses, and I nodded before he could finish his question. I wanted whatever he wanted to give me. I wanted everything.
Nolan stood up, and I scrambled to grab onto him, though his grip on my thighs held me steady.
He turned, then placed me onto the mattress, his eyes dark as they roamed over me.
We'd ditched our jackets at the door, and I was dressed in a t-shirt for once.
I hadn't felt like hiding his marks the way I'd hid the others, so I'd dug it out of the back of my closet.
I swallowed hard as he pulled his shirt off in one smooth move and threw it behind him, then unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. I realized I was just lying there, and quickly sat up, sliding off my pants and underwear, then grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, hesitated, and pulled it off.
Nolan sucked in a sharp breath. Before I could parse his reaction, he was on me. He pushed me back into the mattress, his eyes hot and hungry as his gaze trailed over the red and orange marks on my skin. His marks.
"It happens when I feed on a supe," I said, and he blinked. His eyes blazed even hotter, and he leaned down, kissing me roughly.
"From now on, you should only feed from me," he said, and I could almost see his dragon side through his eyes. I'd read that dragons were a possessive type, but I'd never thought...
Speechless, I nodded, and Nolan leaned down. The tip of his tongue trailed over the mark that reached up my shoulder, and I moaned. Everywhere he licked, it felt like the marks came alive, turned into his fire as they burned into my skin in the most pleasant way possible.
"Nolan," I whined, and he pulled back. His eyes sparkled as they met mine.
"Want me to stop?"
I shook my head, and he chuckled, then went back to licking and kissing the marks, his teeth scraping over them when I started floating in the warm feeling.
My cock was hard and heavy against my stomach, and his length was pressed against my thigh. I reached down and took him into my hand, squeezing firmly as he groaned against my skin.
Sex had always been a rushed affair for me, not only because I'd never had sex with someone I had feelings for, but because I could never completely let go, afraid my hunger would overtake me as soon as I did.
Things were different with Nolan. So, so different. I was full, and even if I hadn't been, I knew I could feed from Nolan without hurting him. I had feelings for Nolan too. Intense, overwhelming feelings.
"Okay?" Nolan murmured, then leaned back, his dark eyes searching mine.
I smiled, and reached up to cup his cheeks with my other hand. "I'm okay. I just can't believe I'm here. That we're here. I didn't think I'd ever find my mate. I didn't think I deserved one."
Nolan's face softened, and he turned to press a kiss on my palm. "You deserve all the good things, Zamir. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to give them to you."
Unbidden tears filled my eyes, and I swallowed hard, blinking before they could escape. My first time with Nolan could not include me crying.
Nolan leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, saving me from my feeble attempts at speaking. I kissed him back, sliding my hand down his back as I pulled him closer. He was warm, almost too hot, and he felt so good against me. I wanted to disappear in him.
I squeezed his cock, and he groaned into the kiss. Then I felt his hot, big palm circle my length, and I moaned. I pushed into his grip, and he chuckled as he tightened his hold. His hand slid up and down my length, his lips never leaving mine, and I closed my eyes, soaking it all in.
A simple handjob had never made me feel this way. I wondered...
Opening my eyes, I loosened my grip on my powers, and Nolan lit up with a warm red glow of passion and hunger, streaks of soft pink of adoration filling in the gaps with some deeper pink streaks mixed in. It was a color I'd never had directed toward me, though I knew what it meant.
Love.
This time, I couldn't stop a single tear from sliding down my cheek, and Nolan pulled back, his green eyes full of concern.
"Too much?"
I shook my head, fast and firm, and pulled him into a deep kiss, pouring all the feelings I was too afraid to name into it.
I wouldn't mention what I'd seen, not until he was ready to tell me, but knowing that he'd started falling for me?
It was beyond amazing, and it made me take a look at my own feelings as well.
With everything that'd happened, I hadn't had a chance to do that, but sometime between when I got drunk in front of Nolan and tonight, I'd started falling for this wonderful, sweet, sexy dragon as well.
I tugged at his lower lip, and he groaned. His hand sped up over my length, and I twisted mine over his. Neither of us were going to last long, but I wanted to drag this out as much as I could.
I didn't want this moment to end, didn't want to stop feeling close to Nolan, didn't want to stop touching him.
But everything ended at some point, and with another slide of his hand, I was gone. I clung to him as I came, my grip tight around his length.
Nolan fucked into my hand as I covered his in cum. He grunted, and thick, hot cum spilled over my hand, his body hard and unyielding over mine.
We hung there for a moment, both of us panting as we caught our breaths. I gazed up into his warm green eyes, and I smiled.
Nolan
Zamir had never looked more beautiful than he did now, with his hair a mess and his lips red and swollen.
I knew we'd need to get cleaned up soon, but for now, I settled beside Zamir, and smiled when he instantly curled into my chest.
With my clean hand, I traced the red and orange marks on his skin. They reacted to my touch, like they recognized me, and it made me smile.
"I hated them, you know," Zamir murmured, drawing my gaze to his.
"Hated what?"
"The marks. It felt like they were there to tell people what I was, proof that I was a parasite, a monster."
His eyes drifted away to somewhere I couldn't follow him, and I pressed closer to him.
"That's why I always wear turtlenecks. I don't like people seeing. Or, well, I didn't," he amended as his eyes flickered back to me, then to his own chest.
He touched the marks, a soft look on his face. "Your marks are different. They... they make me feel like I belong."
I didn't know what to say. Despite my old age and many experiences, I had no idea what to say.
Instead, I dipped my head and brushed my lips over the red streak closest to me, then over his lips.
Our kiss was soft and warm, like the rays of the rising sun, or fresh bread just out of the oven, and I sank into it.
The sound of nails scraping against the locked door made Zamir laugh, and he pulled back, his brown eyes twinkling.
"Let's get cleaned up."
I led him into the connected bathroom, and we washed up in silence before returning to the bedroom.
Zamir slid under the covers, then gestured toward the door. "You should let them in. They sound sad."
"They're acting," I assured him, but I still unlocked the door. I didn't open it all the way, because I knew the dogs would hog the bed if I didn't get there first.
As I climbed in beside Zamir, Muffin and Clip pushed the door open and hurried onto the bed with Pebble right on their heels. The three jumped onto the bed like they belonged there, while the chickens watched from the doorway.
"Hey, you guys," Zamir said with a grin as Muffin covered his body with her own. He grabbed her head before she could lick his face, and she turned her head, trying to bite his hand.
"How's Dots?" I asked as Pebble curled up between our pillows and Clip squeezed herself between us.
"He's good. What are you doing tomorrow? Maybe you could come see him and meet my friends too?"
"You want me to?" Zamir nodded, and I smiled. "I'd love to. I'll come by tomorrow after breakfast?"
"Perfect. I can't wait for you to see my home."
I wanted to see the inside of the Sanctuary too, and being there would also help me figure out if I could actually help with their issues.
"Me too. Would you like to come to the bar with me later?" Last time, he was there as a patron, but this time, I wanted to show him around and introduce him to Sofia. I hadn't told her about Zamir yet, hadn't had the chance to.
Zamir brightened. "Can I stand behind the counter?"
"You can stand wherever you want," I assured him, and he grinned.
"Then yes, I want to."
With that settled, we turned our attention to my needy fur children, and chatted until the sun dipped low in the sky, only leaving the coziness of the bed when it was time to head to The Lair.