Apollo had seemed quieter than usual on the way home, and Bas had been too tired to ask what he had found on his exploration of the hospital. Whatever it was, it had given him a lot to think about.
Bas would worry about his brother later. At that moment, he had better things to do.
Bas tucked his arm around Bridget and wriggled closer to her. She fitted neatly into the curve of his body, and there was nowhere he would rather be.
Bas thought about the power boost she had given him in the hospital. Reeve knew that mates could share magic when they needed to. It was just another confirmation of what Bas already knew. Bridget belonged to him.
His dragon rolled to the surface whenever he thought about it. It was even louder about claiming her after what had happened in the library that morning.
Bas found blowjobs uncomfortably intimate at the best of times, but Bridget’s mouth on his cock? Pure fucking heaven. She knew just what to do to make him lose his mind. For Bas, that was a rare occurrence. He couldn’t wait to return the favor. His mouth watered, and his dick hardened just thinking about it.
Bridget sighed in her sleep and rolled over in his arms to face him. Her big eyes opened, and she smiled sleepily. She was so gorgeous, it hurt.
“Hey. What time is it?” she murmured.
“Don’t know. Don’t care,” he replied. His fingers trailed up her arm, fascinated by how soft her skin was. “How are you feeling? Today was a lot.”
“I’m good now I’ve had a nap. You did most of the work. How are you?”
“Good. Waking up with you is nice,” he said.
Bridget grinned. “Have you been watching me sleep, you creeper?”
“I have, but not in a creepy way.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s no non-creepy way to watch someone sleep, Basset.”
Bas laughed and brushed his fingers over her cheek.
“I was more awe-struck than creeping. You’re so fucking beautiful, Bridget.”
She turned her face into her pillow, embarrassed. “You can’t say stuff like that to me first thing after I wake up. I don’t know how to respond to it.”
“The best response is to kiss me,” he said.
She lifted her head and pecked him on the lips. “There you go.”
“That’s not a kiss,” Bas said and rolled her onto her back. When she didn’t object, he brushed his mouth teasingly along hers. He kept it light, tasting her gently. He didn’t want to make her feel pressured into getting physical if she wasn’t ready forit. Just having her so close to him made his heart pound in his chest.
The tip of her tongue flicked out, and his breath caught as a tingle ran straight to his dick.
When they both moaned, he deepened the kiss, his body angling over hers, pinning her. His dragon growled, and Bas realized the sound had come out of his throat.
“That a good sound?” Bridget asked, her hand resting on his cheek. “Your eyes are glowing.”
“Very good sound, and it’s my dragon. He likes how you taste,” he replied, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.
Bridget’s other hand slipped under the hem of his shirt and stroked the skin on his lower back. “Why does that sound extra dirty when you say it?”
“Because it wants it to be extra dirty,” Bas replied. He brushed his thumb over her full bottom lip. “It wants to thank you for the excellent blow job this morning.”
Bridget grinned. “Is that so? How does it want to do that?”
“By returning the favor. I promised I wouldn’t push you into anything, and I won’t,” Bas reassured her. “But if you let me, I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll see colors.”
“Big boast from a man who has never been near my pussy.”
“I got close enough this morning to have a thorough plan mapped out in my head on exactly how I’m going to make you break. You’re not the only neurodivergent in the room with an attention to detail, sweetheart,” he told her.
