Claimed
Roarke
My blood boiled with need, and I felt my dragon taking over.
Our mate is finally ours, he whispered. He would not take any chances.
He wanted to claim what was his now. I rolled on top of Devin.
Crushing my mouth over his, owning it, and demanding to claim every part of him.
I felt him swell against me as I continued to plunder his mouth.
His cries and taste moved me forward. I lifted from his lips and slowly planted kisses down his body: his neck, his chest and abs, and finally my prize.
His cock stood in front of me. He was smaller than me, about seven inches, but what he lacked in length, he made up in girth.
I wrapped my hand around the base, slowly moving it upward; a bead of pre-cum sat on the tip.
Leaning over, I opened my mouth. I needed to taste him.
I flicked out my tongue, tasting his essence.
I moaned in pleasure; he was delicious. I wrapped my lips around the head, fully taking him in.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Suck my cock. Take me down," he said, firmly placing his hand on my head.
I went down, relaxing my throat muscles, allowing his thick cock entry.
Even though I had no gag reflex, the width of his cock caused me to choke.
I pushed on, undeterred, determined to take him fully.
Inch by inch, I took him to his base, deep-throating his dick.
Saliva dripped from my mouth as I moved up and down, savoring my mate's flavor.
As I gave the best blowjob of my life, I reached my own dick and started jacking it.
I felt my pre-cum leak out my slit and scooped some onto my fingers.
Dragons produced a lot of pre-cum because it was used as a lubricant.
It relaxed the muscles around our mate's hole, allowing them to take our usually larger size.
I took my cum-covered fingers and started playing with my mate's ass.
I felt him tense at first, and I doubled my effort, swallowing him down my throat again.
He relaxed once more, allowing my fingers entry into his tight, virgin rosette.
"Oh God! Keep doing that!" he cried.
No way I was stopping. I added another finger, preparing him for my cock. I crooked my finger a bit and touched the nerves.
"Holy fucking hell! Do that again!"
I chuckled around his cock at his cry and did it again. I added another finger, then another, until I had four fingers in him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" he demanded.
I came off his cock with a pop and pulled my fingers free.
He didn't need to tell me twice. I lined up my cock and slathered his hole with my pre-cum.
My crown was on his hole, and I sank into him, to the hilt, then froze.
He clenched around me and stared at me with lust in his eyes.
I stayed motionless, waiting for the go-ahead.
Through clenched teeth, he said, "Fuck me! I'm ready."
I slid out, almost leaving him entirely, then slid back in. Now I took him in earnest, pumping in and out. His moans grew louder and louder.
"I pledge to you my heart, my soul, and my love forever.
I promise to stand by you for all eternity as your mate.
This is my dragon pledge. Do you accept my pledge?
" I asked, looking into his eyes as I continued to fuck his ass.
A dragon's pledge bound the dragon's soul to their mate, transferring a piece of their essence and magic.
"Yes! I accept you!" he yelled; I surged forward and bit my mate's shoulder, marking him as mine.
I felt him squeeze around my cock as he came, and he bit my shoulder in turn.
The combination of his blood, the squeezing of my dick, and his bite triggered my release.
I felt my knot extend, locking me in place as my cum filled my mate.
I lifted my head and saw strands of red and gold light surrounding us, wrapping us and binding our souls together.
The lights landed on my bite and formed my mating mark.
Created from my scales, the mark shone both red and gold.
It looked stunning; my dragon growled his approval.
I looked into Devin’s eyes again and kissed him.
"How are you feeling?" I asked as I rolled us, so he was now on top of me. I didn’t want to crush him.
"I'm feeling okay. It's kind of weird feeling you shoot your cum in me, but it was amazing," Devin said with a blush.
"It was amazing. You're amazing. Just think—we get to do this again and again," I said with a smirk.
He chuckled and moaned at the same time. "I look forward to it. Your ass is to die for, but I could get used to you taking me too. Maybe I'm not a straight top like I thought. I know about the knot. Ben told me about it, but he didn't say how long it would last."
A dragon's cock expanded, forming a knot at the end, locking them in place with their mate. This was to ensure conception, and it only happened with fated mates.
"It will last anywhere from fifteen to thirty minutes," I answered.
“And as far as you not being a straight top—yes, you are. It's just my magic dick and knot that you like.” I laughed.
"True, but maybe it's just that you're my beloved," he said as he smiled, and his golden-brown eyes glistened.
I really loved his smile, and now it was mine forever. I leaned down and kissed him again. I had claimed and bonded with my mate. I couldn't be happier.
Krispin
Roarke's roar shook the house and woke little Callum. Ben jumped up, ready to race up to see what was happening. I quickly grabbed him.
"You can't go up there. Roarke and Devin have started the bonding. The roar was a warning to everyone to stay away."
"What do you mean, stay away?" My Cardia asked, looking at me.
"You were unconscious for this part in our mating, but a dragon will kill anyone that enters the mating area.
Roarke will view them as a threat no matter who they are.
A dragon normally, when he finds his mate, will take that mate to his lair.
Then, he will call his trusted dragons into service, protecting the entrance from any entering.
I guess Roarke isn't waiting for anyone to guard the room," I explained.
"Oh, wow. We need to do that for Roarke and Devin. We have to make sure no one enters," my sweet mate said.
"Yes, my heart, we will stand guard for them," I chuckled, pulling him into my arms.
I paused as my dragon hearing picked up the sounds of tires on our road.
No one came up the mountain to see us except Master Stephen and his mate, but we would have to go see them.
I stood up as I heard the vehicle come to a stop.
As I neared the door, I felt a power on the other side —dragon power.
There were dragons or a dragon on the other side.
I turned to Ben. "Take Callum and go up to our rooms. I don't know who these dragons are, and I need you and Callum safe." I prayed he listened. Ben sometimes had a stubborn streak. He nodded, grabbed our son, and went upstairs.
A knock sounded as I watched my mate disappear up the steps.
I turned, my heart beating fast. I didn't know if I was going to have to fight, and Roarke was indisposed.
I reached for the doorknob and slowly opened the door.
Three identical men stood on the other side.
They were huge, at least as tall as my six-seven.
They wore red plaid kilts and different-colored shirts.
They had large muscular frames, dark red hair, and green eyes like Roarke.
They were so similar in appearance to Roarke; these had to be his brothers.
"How may I help you?" I asked.
"We're looking for our brother, Roarke," the one in the middle, who wore a tight black muscle shirt, said. They even sounded like Roarke, but their brogue was more pronounced.
"Roarke is busy at the moment. He won't be available until tomorrow, maybe the next day," I said, fighting a tiny smirk. Roarke was definitely busy.
They each scowled at my response. It was crazy, seeing the three brothers act as one.
"Why can't we see him now?" Black shirt asked. "What's going on with our brother? He hasn't called or texted us in weeks. Our da is going out of his mind with worry," he said, his Scottish brogue becoming even more defined as he spoke.
"Let's not have this conversation standing in the doorway. Let Roarke's brothers in, Kris." Ben's voice sounded behind me. I turned my head, and now I had the scowl. He was supposed to be upstairs.
"You're a vampire," the one on the left, who wore a dark red button-down shirt, said hotly. "What does my brother have to do with bloodsuckers? What have you done with him?"
I felt my eyes glow at the insult to my mate. My dragon was pissed. He wanted me to kill these hatchlings for daring to insult our heart.
I growled low in my throat. "Watch how you speak about my Cardia, whelp!"
The three turned their wide eyes to me, realizing that I was a dragon, but not only that, I was the stronger dragon. More powerful than all three combined.
"A thousand apologies, my lord. We did not know you were a dragon, and he was your mate. Forgive our brother," Black shirt said, bowing his head slightly. The other two followed suit and bowed their heads.
"Krispin, stop. They're worried about their brother; let them in so we can be properly introduced," Ben said with exasperation.
Knowing I could not deny my mate, I sighed and moved aside from blocking the doorway. I motioned the three in and shut the door as they entered the great room.
"I'm Benjamin Morgan, of the Walden Coven. This is Krispin, my beloved. You can call me Ben and him Kris," Ben said, putting his hand out to shake in greeting.
"Angus MacNair," the man wearing the black shirt said, shaking Ben's hand.
"That's Addison and Aaran," he added, pointing to each of the other brothers. Addison wore a plain white T-shirt, and Aaran wore the red button-down shirt.
Ben shook the other brothers' hands and stared at me, waiting for me to do the same. Reluctantly, I stretched out my hand and shook theirs.
"Can you please tell us what's going on with Roarke? He hasn't talked to us in weeks, and we’re all worried," Addison quietly asked. He seemed to be the softest-spoken and most subdued of the three.
I exhaled. "Your brother is fine. He’s just been working on wooing his mate. That's the reason you can't see him now because of the mating heat. He's upstairs finally claiming his mate."
"His mate!" all three all but shouted.
"When did he find his mate?"
"Why didn't he tell us?"
"Father’s going shit kittens!"
They all shouted at the same time. As amusing as it was to watch, the last phrase by Angus caught my attention.
"Why is your father going to shit kittens?" I asked. "Finding your Cardia is a blessing, a good thing."
This time Angus was the one to exhale. "One of the reasons we’re here is to bring Roarke home. Father is tired of him traveling and not being close to home. It worries our da. So…he arranged a mating with a leader of the neighboring circle."
Ben's eyes rounded, and I'm pretty sure mine did the same.
“Well, your dad is going to have to get over it because this is Roarke's mate, and there will be no forced mating. Who the hell does he think he is, thinking he can force a mating? This isn't the ancient times!” Ben all but yelled.
My little mate was furious, and I understood why. Roarke's mate was Ben’s best friend, and they already had a tenuous coupling.
"Our father is the leader of our circle and representative of the Red caste on the council. He's well within his rights to facilitate a mating," Aaran all but growled back. Apparently, he hadn’t gotten the memo that my mate was pissed.
"I don't fucking care! He can be the fucking king of Siam! No one may force a mating," Ben seethed.
"Calm yourself, my Cardia. That mating will no longer happen. As we speak, Roarke is claiming Devin. Roarke's father will just have to deal with it," I assured.
"I agree the plan has now changed. To be honest, I'm happy it did," Angus said with a smile.
I looked at him, studying the sincerity of his words. I believed him, and I felt Ben through our bond; he believed him too.
“You're welcome to stay here until your brother is available. There are rooms on the second floor. The third and fourth floors are off-limits," I said to our three guests.
"Thank you for allowing us to stay. We are very grateful," Angus said. He was obviously the leader of the three.
I got up to show them around and where they could stay. I hoped that this wouldn't backfire and bite me in the ass.