Chapter 20 #3
Romilly groaned as his dragon attempted to push forward. Archer’s pupils expanded in response, the scent of his desire roaring to life.
"Are you ready to accept my mate bite?" Romilly’s voice gave away how close the animal inside of him was to the surface.
Archer raised his hands, placing them on Romilly's jaw. "Yes, Daddy. I want my Alpha to claim me and make me his forever."
Romilly surged up, lifting Archer in the process. His boy giggled for a moment, then moaned as Romilly took to his neck, kissing and sucking against the skin, teasing it for what was to come.
As he lavished his mate's throat, his hands worked on their clothing. He tugged and pulled, yanking at fabric, uncaring of what was destroyed and what was salvageable.
He would replace everything a million times over. Nothing would stand in the way of finally getting to bond his mate.
He'd controlled himself. Controlled his dragon’s urges. Now it was time for his reward. For what Fate had promised him.
Archer moaned, curving his back as he pushed his cock forward into Romilly.
"My needy little mate," Romilly whispered, grasping Archer's cheeks and squeezing them, spreading the globes to give him access to his boy fully.
Archer didn't flinch at the description. Instead, he rocked his hips, pumping against Romilly with more force.
It made the Alpha chuckle. The vibration moved through his whole body, vibrating his mate’s frame as well.
Archer shivered, "Please, Daddy! Don't tease me. I need your bite. I need you."
Romilly understood the plea. He was just as desperate. He reached his hand around to delve into Archer's crease. Sure enough, his mate was wet with slick, his body producing what was needed to ease the connection.
It had taken all his control not to fuck his mate hard the other times they’d been intimate. He’d felt it too soon given Archer was adjusting to so much at once.
But he knew his dragon wouldn’t resist the call to fully dominate his mate during the completion of the bond. It was inevitable.
Romilly eased a finger inside and noted how the tight channel was already softening. Carefully, he worked his mate open. He kissed Archer passionately, their tongues dueling, tasting one another, knowing that after this they would be forever connected.
There would be zero question of what they were feeling or what they were thinking when the mate bond clicked in place. For the rest of their lives, centuries possibly, they would be joined, leading the horde and possibly raising a family together.
Romilly was quick to pull free once he knew Archer was prepared enough. His mate gripped his shoulders, raising himself up enough to allow Romilly's cock to slip into position.
The minute the pair were fully joined, Romilly sighed into their kiss. Archer’s body gripped the Alpha’s cock, sucking Romilly in. There was only one step left now. One more piece to finalize everything.
"Are you ready, my mate?"
In response to Romilly's question, Archer tilted his head to the side, revealing his neck. The pale skin there beckoned to Romilly. He ran his face over where he would be marking his boy.
His mustache reddened the skin more as he burrowed against the boy. Archer’s body relaxed further, proving to Romilly he was indeed ready.
Allowing his dragon to come forward, his eyes brightened to gold and his teeth elongated enough to pierce his mate's skin. The minute he broke through, blood poured free. Archer’s gasp echoed around the playroom.
Their bond clicked into place. There was no hesitation of it, no moment where things slowed down.
One minute he was feeling only his emotions, and the next it was joy and love and need as Archer's emotions fluttered through the link.
Tears formed in Romilly's eyes. It overwhelmed him. Consumed him.
He pulled back, licking at the wound so it would close. They were still joined together, but there was no urge to pound into his mate. Romilly could see in his mate's eyes how much the bond was affecting the little human.
Romilly's love had to be pouring into Archer. He had to know just how enchanted the Alpha was with him now. There'd be no question of it.
Archer blinked, then smiled. In Romilly's mind a sort of tapping began, and then in Archer's voice he heard, "Fuck me, Daddy."
Romilly's brows rose. “Naughty little mate,” he murmured back. He punctuated the words with a thrust of his hips, laying Archer back on the bed.
The minute they were horizontal, he shifted his hips back, then surged forward, plowing into his boy with force. He pumped his hips over and over and over again, fucking his mate, showing him just how much he desired him, how much he wanted him.
There was no letting up, no easing things, because truly, what was there to ease when he could feel how much Archer wanted more? When he could sense how desperate his boy was for it all?
Romilly held on until Archer came, and then he exploded. He barely caught himself as his body attempted to collapse. Rolling them to the side, he tucked his mate to his chest.
“Mine,” Romilly growled.
“Yours forever, Daddy.”