Chapter 26
Milo
Being a Milo was exhausting and confusing and a lot.
Being a Milo and a dragon added a layer of shit on top of it that made things chaotic and barely manageable.
Being a Milo, a dragon, AND a mate was supposed to be the worst possible combination. It should have just amplified all of the confusion and the chaos and made him unmanageable. And yet…it didn’t.
It gave Milo roots. Where he’d felt like he was adrift his whole life, Rowan anchored him. He felt like he was whole. Like he was right. Like all the wrong things about him weren’t wrong, just…unseen by the people who were supposed to see them. And he had that now.
The feeling reduced Milo to a ball of instincts.
He slithered his way into Rowan’s chest, gripping him hard and kissing, licking, sucking, biting.
He felt the need to give himself to Rowan.
To repay what Rowan was giving him. He wanted to find a way to make Rowan feel just as good as he was feeling.
Just as right. Just as irrevocably correct in his existence.
So he gave himself wholly as Rowan carried them through the air.
And that…was a trip in and of itself.
Mouth full of Rowan’s scales, hot on his tongue, he peeked and caught glimpses of roofs, treetops, birds. Stuff that made him exhilarated and scared in equal parts. Stuff a human shouldn’t see from this perspective.
But that was the thing, right?
Milo wasn’t a human.
He was a dragon.
And he had a mate.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew there was so much he didn’t understand about that, so much he still had to learn. But it didn’t matter. Not really. Not when his mate was holding him high above the ground where nobody could ever touch him again.
A mate who looked like a whole feast just for him, and airborne or not, Milo was going to take full advantage of it. He had a great idea. All of his ideas were great ideas, he felt.
He started shimmying around, making Rowan growl.
“Settle!” Rowan told him through long, sharp teeth, his elongated dragon snout puffing out little clouds of smoke and fire.
There was no trace of human Rowan in there.
He was fully a beast now. The few scraps of clothing that had survived the shift were billowing in the air around them as Milo drank in the sight of his mate.
Long, ridged nose, all trace of his gorgeous hair completely gone, leaving only tiny, blood red horns lining the top of his head in two neat rows.
Those two bright red eyes were the only things Milo felt he knew. But he was safe. He felt safe no matter how feral Rowan looked.
And holy fuck did Milo want ALL of that. He wiggled and kicked and shuffled until he got his arms free and out of the suit jacket he was wearing. It fluttered off to god knows where behind them, swept up by the backdraft of Rowan’s massive wings.
“What are you doing?” Rowan asked, claws digging into Milo’s hips, thighs, and back as he struggled to hold on to him through his movement.
“Just gotta… Wanna…” Milo tried to explain but there was zero time. He couldn’t. Not when there were more pressing matters.
He hooked his legs around Rowan as best as he could. They both had wings. If he plummeted to his death, those would come in handy, probably. Not his, since he had no fucking idea how to use them, but Rowan did.
Rowan knew all the things.
He knew how to fly, and how to be a dragon, and how to kiss and suck and fuck Milo to the brink of insanity, and he needed that right away or he’d die. Probably. He wasn’t willing to test it.
He ripped at the tattered shreds of clothes clinging to his half-shifted body, tugged and tore and pulled until he was dropping items from the sky down onto the street. He’d pick those up later. Whatever.
“Milo!” Rowan growled when Milo’s naked skin pressed against his hot, dragon body. Rough scales brushed against every inch of him, his cock tickled by their tips, warmed by the heat radiating from Rowan.
It was maddening.
The chill air cut across his back even as sweat broke out under Rowan’s touch.
“Milo,” Rowan panted, one clawed finger dipping into the crack of his ass and teasing at his entrance. “Don’t want to hurt you. Not human.”
“Me neither,” Milo said, pushing his ass onto that finger, making the sharp tip dip inside his hole. He hissed at the burning sensation but wanted more of it. So much more. He wanted everything.
“Milo…” Rowan warned, but Milo shook his head.
“Need you,” he whined, undulating against him. “Need you so bad. You were gone for so long. You left. You left me here.”
“I didn’t want to leave you. Never leave you again. Just be good.”
“I am good.” Milo felt his own scales prickle in response to his dragon peeking its head out. Demanding. Wanting out. “Hot. It’s hot. You make it better. Just please, make it better.”
“We’re almost there,” Rowan said. “Just a little longer…”
“NO! No waiting! I’m done waiting.”
He went limp, flopping over Rowan’s arm to check how far he had to drop to get that glorious, gigantic dragon cock inside his hole. He had no idea what he’d been expecting, but the ridged, pointy-tipped, bulbous thing was not it.
It made his mouth water.
It was red just like the rest of Rowan, but where everything else about Rowan seemed soft and comforting, even in dragon form, his cock looked like a weapon. The head was shaped like a heart with the tip pointed outward, aiming at Milo.
Underneath it, the shaft was long and ridged, forming dips and valleys that got larger and wider the farther toward the base of it they went. They ended in a rounded, soft-looking ball with tiny little spikes around it. Milo shivered at the sight of it.
His hole clenched around the tip of Rowan’s claw still inside of him and he pushed at Rowan’s chest again.
Something inside of him was screaming, clawing at the skin from within.
It wanted out. Wanted to be set free. But there was a barrier it couldn’t get past. Like something was holding it back.
Like there was something missing. A magical pull that would just unzip the human and let the dragon come out.
Milo shivered at the thought. It sounded both terrifying and completely right; he just needed to get there.
And he knew exactly what would help.
“Let me…” he whined, wiggling and sliding until he managed to escape Rowan’s hold and drop.
His stomach swooped.
It turned over as the air whooshed around his ears.
Before he could plummet, strong hands captured him again, but lower. Just where Milo wanted to be.
He wrapped his legs around Rowan’s hips and held tight to his wrists as Rowan held him just over his cock, the tip brushing his entrance.
“Yes.” Milo pushed lower.
“No. You’ll get hurt.”
“Want it,” Milo growled. “In me.”
“I want in you too, but we have to get home first.”
Rowan’s wings were still working around them, their rhythm stuttering as Milo clenched his cheeks and caught the head of his cock between them. He swiveled his hips, making Rowan blow out a plume of smoke between them.
“Fuck,” Rowan said, and Milo did it again, muscles screaming with exertion as he kept that gigantic cock pressed against his entrance, swaying his hips in time with the flap of Rowan’s wings. “Milo, please, hold still.”
Milo looked up into Rowan’s wild eyes. At his scales bruised from Milo’s bites. He held his gaze. He gave the plea one spare thought before shaking his head.
“No,” he said, letting go of his hold on Rowan, making Rowan’s arms the only things keeping him from plummeting to his death. He knew Rowan wouldn’t be able to stop him like that. Wouldn’t be able to hold him up.
He reached back and held Rowan’s cock steady, poised at his entrance. He tried sitting down on it, but Rowan held him tight. “Let me!”
“No!” Rowan said. “Milo, I’m too big. I’m not human right now, and you’ll get hurt.”
But Milo felt the tip of his cock leaking with want at his entrance, the precome sliding down his crack and dripping off. A surge of jealousy flamed within him. It might fall on someone. Touch someone. Someone who wasn’t him.
“Mine!” he roared, and before Rowan could say anything, Milo turned his head and bit into his arm again, vicious and feral.
A scale beneath his teeth chipped and cut his lip, blood soaking his teeth, but it didn’t matter because Rowan hissed, then winced, and then his arms went just loose enough for Milo to drop.
Pain burst behind his eyelids as Rowan’s cock speared into him, huge and thick. He was sure he’d split into two.
He screamed but fought against Rowan when he tried to pull him back up.
“NO!” He clenched his legs around him tighter, insides pulsing with pleasure and pain. Rowan’s cock went deeper, so deep he could feel him in his stomach.
Milo’s eyes rolled and then the pain disappeared.
He felt that ball of spikes teasing at his entrance, begging him to stretch impossibly further before Rowan slid all the way inside on a wing beat, still flying, still carrying them both.
The spikes at the end of his cock gripped the rim of Milo’s ass as soon as he was inside and locked them together.
Milo groaned in incredulity at how he could possibly fit anything more, then gasped at the lack of pain.
He opened his eyes and realized he wasn’t Milo anymore. He was the silver-blue dragon. His wings joined Rowan’s, his scales glittered in contrast to red ones, and his body expanded to take his mate in.
He roared.
And then he felt it. Rowan’s cock sliding back and forth inside him without ever pulling out. Like it was contracting and expanding to glide through Milo’s channel without ever leaving him.
It felt right.
It felt so right.
Rowan answered Milo’s roar with his own, the thunderous noise echoing through the sky and telegraphing to everyone that Milo was his as his cock continued to piston inside of him in maddening undulations.
His body seemed built to take it though. This exact size. This exact cock. Milo’s dragon was made for Rowan’s.
“Rowan, fuck me harder,” he said, the dragon unlocked within him demanding it.
The tiny spikes stretching his rim started pulsing in time with the slides, prickling against his sensitive hole. Milo cried out, calling Rowan’s name as new pleasure overwhelmed him.
Claws slashed and cut and hurt, but all Milo could sense was Rowan. Around him. In him. Taking him. Claiming him.
Taking him away from everyone.
His own cock was a mystery to him. It didn’t feel the same as before. He felt it trapped between their bodies, more sensitive than ever before, but he didn’t want to touch it. He didn’t want to look.
He was reduced to a whimpering, shivering mess in Rowan’s arms. Fucked and loved, suspended above everyone and everything else.
And then they dove. The air pressure forced them tighter together as their wings tucked in, and Rowan’s cock only sped up, getting stronger, harder, stretching him further.
They hit something solid and Milo jolted on Rowan’s cock, the spikes resisting and keeping them locked tight. Milo could only whimper, mouth open and panting.
Vaguely, he realized they weren’t outside anymore. He felt walls close around them. The softness of a bed under them.
Rowan’s scent was overwhelming, billowing up, and Milo’s slitted gaze was singularly focused on the massive dragon on top of him, breeding him full, mating them forever.
Rowan rocked his hips with a low growl, forcing Milo farther up the bed, stuck on his cock and unable to resist. Things crashed to the ground because of their combined wingspan, but neither paid them any notice as Rowan leaned down with all his massive teeth exposed and bit him back for the first time.
Right at the junction of his neck and shoulder.
Milo’s world blacked out as a supernova went off inside his brain.
I’m his.
Milo howled his pleasure, his claws scraping down the scaled arms planted on either side of his head. He got a wisp of pleasured smoke curling up from where Rowan was biting, and tasted cinder and desire as Rowan’s cock pulsed and thrust, pushing him closer to the edge.
He clenched and rolled against Rowan, chasing his mouth, chasing his cock, chasing everything this dragon was.
The frantic movements made Rowan growl and unlock his jaw, holding Milo by the shoulders as he thrust wildly and animalistically.
“Love you!” he heard Rowan cry out as he forced them to the peak, sparks flying.
Milo thought he could feel and hear steam where their bodies connected, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
“Too” he managed as Rowan’s cock expanded forward one more time, brushing something inside him and making him explode.
Milo howled, spraying come between their bodies and shaking as Rowan emptied inside of him, pulse after pulse filling him until Milo felt like he’d burst. Rowan kept them locked together to make sure nothing escaped, growling softly in satisfaction as he began nuzzling and gnawing at him.
His cock was still moving softly, massaging his insides and making sure Milo twitched with every aftershock.
Mate, Milo thought before blacking out. This is my mate.