Chapter Sixteen #3
“They’ll look even better after I refinish them.”
Together Elouan and Jules toured the house, Elouan saving the main bedroom for last. He opened the door to show the sleeping bag he sometimes used at the lake, along with a cooler.
“Sit with me. Celebrate the new house.” Elouan dropped onto the sleeping bag, dug into the cooler, and popped the tops on two root beers.
One side of Jules's mouth quirked up. He sank gracefully onto the sleeping bag. “Congratulations. I can’t wait to be nearly neighbors. I don’t live very far away.”
Elouan had started dreaming they’d be closer than mere neighbors. He placed his drink on the floor.
Jules set his drink down and lay on his back with Elouan above him. The need to thrust his jeans-covered cock against Jules overwhelmed him. He’d only meant to show off the house and eat a picnic lunch, but being this close changed all his plans.
Particularly when Jules slanted his mouth over Elouan’s.
Elouan loved how aggressively Jules kissed him, not the least bit shy. He drew back. “I want to see you. All of you. Is that okay?”
Jules smiled. “Only if I get to see all of you.”
Elouan would love to say later that he’d performed a skilled seduction, using every bit of the expertise accumulated over the years to win his partner. In reality, they’d each shucked off their own clothes, with someone’s boot hitting the wall with a thump.
Passionate moans echoed off the walls before Elouan found himself on his back, Jules staring down at him with a feral look in his eyes, nestled between Elouan’s legs.
Elouan rocked up, pressing his erection against Jules’s impressive length, while slipping a hand between them and enveloping their shafts in a firm grip.
He wrapped his calves around Jules’s, using the leverage to change the angle and increase the speed.
While he never wanted their encounter to end, now that he knew what Jules felt like, what those sweaty blond curls and wide eyes looked like in the heat of passion, there’d be no going back.
Jules connected his gaze with Elouan’s. “You don’t know how much I’ve fantasized about getting you naked. How much I’ve wanted you.”
“Can’t be more than I’ve wanted you.”
Jules dropped his face down, but instead of a kiss, he went straight to Elouan’s neck. Did he intend to…He bit.
Elouan froze for a moment before every muscle seized, and he came, his grip growing slick. Then Jules pulsed, continuing the bite. Could he possibly know what he did? His teeth broke skin, making Elouan wince.
Then euphoria began, dragon venom winding through Elouan’s veins.
Dragon venom.
Jules collapsed onto Elouan, breathing hard, his heartbeat unusually loud.
Elouan couldn’t have fought what came next, driven by want and instinct. He located the spot where Jules’s neck met his shoulder. His fangs descended, and he bit.
Connected. Connected in a way he’d only dreamed about, as only dragons could be. Mates. His other half. For now and forever.
Jules froze, then panted. He jerked, climaxing again. Elouan stroked Jules’s cock through the orgasm.
The heat in his veins intensified, the joining of two dragons, permanently. Though they’d not spoken about this, it was right. Elouan’s dragon agreed. Purring came from two dragons, not just Elouan’s.
Mated. He’d mated, never again to be alone, no longer a lone alpha in search of a mate. He found his destiny. His omega.
He’d also secured a home for his omega, then claimed him. Or rather, the omega had claimed Elouan. Even being away from Adrakus, their dragons recognized the rituals.
Their dragons. They’d recognized each other in the mountains, led their stubborn human halves to this moment.
Nothing mattered but that Jules was Elouan’s, as Elouan was now Jules’s. He didn’t need to ask for the Goddess’s blessing. Somehow, he knew she’d approve. Sakaris’s words came back to him:
You won’t be alone, Prince Elouan. Keep your eyes open. There’s no telling what—or who—you might find.
“You’re the bronze dragon,” Jules said, wonder in his tone. He brushed gentle fingers against Elouan’s cheek.
“And you’re the gold.” Elouan planted a kiss against Jules’s forehead and snickered. “Hawk, my ass. You had no idea about me, did you?”
“Moira maintains spells so no other dragon can sense us, which means we also can’t sense them.”
“I thought I sensed you once, a few nights ago.”
Jules nodded. “Moira dropped the spell to try to connect to her children in Adrakus. That’s when we found out they were gone.”
The relatives Moira and Ray had lost. His heart ached for dragons he didn’t even know.
Was this what his father meant about a king caring for all dragons, not simply his own court?
“I’m so sorry for their loss. And yours.
I need to have a long talk with all three of you.
” He kissed Jules again. “We’ll save that for later.
” They drifted off in each other’s arms—a mated dragon pair.
But more than a mated pair. The king and consort that his court needed, everything Elouan had ever needed.