"Done!" Apollo exclaimed, shutting the water off. He slung Lachlan over his shoulder and carried him back into thebedroom. He dropped him on the bed, making him laugh harder. "Not so fun getting manhandled when it's you, huh?"
"Oh, I dunno about that. I think it depends on the man," Lachlan said, his eyes glittering with lust and mischief.
"You are going to pay for that comment, Ironwood."
"Come at me, Greatdrakes," he teased back.
Apollo pounced, and Lachlan caught him, still laughing. "I know how to shut you up."
"Do you?" Lachlan asked, nipping at Apollo's bottom lip.
Apollo used his newfound strength to wrestle his way up and rub his dick against Lachlan's lips. "Open up, sweetheart."
Lachlan opened, and Apollo slid into the welcoming heat of his mouth. Oh, fuck yes. He thrust a few times, his breath catching at how good it felt.
"There we go. Isn't that better than back-talking your mate?"
Lachlan whimpered and gripped Apollo's hips and pulled him back with a pop. "Turn around."
"I don't know if that's how it works..."
"Give me some oil from your drawer, and I'll suck you off and open you up at the same time," Lachlan said and teased his tongue over Apollo's tip. "Better make it the fun oil too, if you have any, because I'm going to need my mate in me if he's going to claim me." He batted his big blue eyes.
Something about that triggered the dragon in Apollo's brain, and he growled. "I'm going to claim you so fucking hard."
"You better," Lachlan replied.
Apollo jumped off him and hurried to his bathroom to find more of the oil he had made. He had only been using it to jerk himself to pieces in the shower. He found the bottle and grabbed a few clean hand towels and hurried back to where Lachlan was waiting, his arms behind his head. Apollo's brain stuttered at the sight.
"Oh, good gods, you're my mate," he said, feeling dazed.
Lachlan grinned. "Get over here and prove it."
36
Apollo tipped some oil into his hand and closed in on Lachlan. "Are you sure you want this again so soon? Because..."
"If you don't make this mating official right now, I'm going to make your temper tantrum at the Château last night look tame," Lachlan snapped.
Apollo laughed and traced a sigil over his ridiculous abs and then his own. "Okay, but you asked for it."
He whispered the words, and his whole body buzzed with magic. Shifting into a dragon had changed something more than his physical shape. His magic felt deep and vast, and it was right there for him. He didn't have to work so hard to focus on bringing it out of himself.
Lachlan's blue eyes narrowed. "That was a different spell. What did you just do, Apollo?"
"Me? You told me you wanted sexy oil with some magic," Apollo said with a wicked laugh. "What's the matter, honey? Don't you trust me to make it good for you?"
Lachlan twirled his fingers in Apollo's curls. "Why do you like torturing me so much?"
"Because if you're going to be stuck with me forever, I don't want you to think having sex with me is going to be boring," Apollo pointed out.
"Nothing about you is ever going to be boring, and I'm never, ever going to get tired of having sex with you," Lachlan replied and pulled him down for a long, lingering kiss.
Apollo's heart did weird things when Lachlan's hands trailed slowly over his back. This was his mate, and he could finally make Lachlan his.
For once, there was no dragon commentary in his head. Something had happened to more than his magic during his shift. It was like he could finally focus on what he really wanted. And he really wanted to claim Lachlan within an inch of his life.
Apollo nipped his bottom lip, along his jaw, and down to his neck, which smelled so damn good. "Now, where were we?"
