"Love?" I said.
"Hmmmm," he answered.
"What's your name, beautiful?" I asked, my face warming.
He opened his beautiful green eyes and stared at me, then started laughing. I laughed with him. It turned into a moan as my knot moved across his prostate. We finally settled and he answered quietly, "Benjamin Morgan, but most call me Ben, or Benny." We stilled and enjoyed each other's presence.
After a while I murmured, "How are you feeling? "
"This is amazing. How long are we going to be like this, big guy?" he sleepily asked.
"I don't know. This is the first time I’ve ever knotted. A dragon can only knot with their mate. I’ve heard that it can last anywhere from fifteen to thirty minutes."
"Wow. That long? Will you continue to come during that time? I can feel you pulsing, and it feels incredible." He shivered beneath me.
"Yes, it's to increase the chances of conception." I smiled as he looked up at me with round eyes.
"You realize I'm a man, and the chance of me getting pregnant are slim," he said, chuckling.
"I most certainly realize you’re a man. This beautiful cock confirms it," I said as I wrapped my fingers around him. He moaned as I stroked his sensitive prick.
"All dragons are male, and their mates are always male. We’re inherently gay. In fact, the mating heat will last until you’re pregnant with our son."
He stiffened beneath me and stopped moaning. "What?! I can get pregnant?" He yelped and tried to wiggle free. I held him down. If he moved and tried to leave, my knot would tear him.
"Easy, you’ll hurt yourself. I know it's a shock. I would have explained it to you prior to starting the process, but in order to save you, it had to be done. I’m sorry, my Cardia," I said soothingly.
A myriad of expressions crossed his face as he took in what I said. Finally, he closed his eyes, and he took a deep breath.
"Tell me everything I need to know," he mumbled, eyes still closed as if he was counting to ten and reining in his feelings. I knew it was a lot to absorb. He didn't know me. All he knew was that I was his mate, nothing more. He didn't know what kind of man I was; it was all new to him.
I sighed. "You were dying. You would have died if I had not started the bonding by sharing my blood. The bond with a dragon is different. It causes a mating heat. We’re both affected. We yearn to complete the bond, and the dragon is pushed to reproduce. The mating heat will last until conception. I have searched for you for five thousand years, and I could not let you die."
"So, we'll go at it until I'm knocked up?" he asked. I nodded. Again, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Ididn't interrupt him. He was processing the information. After a minute, he opened his eyes and looked at me.
Now he was the one to sigh. "Yes, I would have liked to know this was going to happen beforehand, but I understand why you did what you did. I’m not mad at you, just taken aback and processing that I’m going to become a father. Is there anything else I need to know? Any more surprises?"
With our bond, we also have a mind link, an ability to share thoughts, images and even speak telepathically.His eyes widened as I spoke through our bond.
“I can’t read your mind, but I'll pick up on your emotions and hear and see anything you project to me. As you will be able to do with me.”
Shaking his head, “Anything else?” he squeaked.
I cringed, knowing the next bit of information could cause an overload. There was so much to explain. "I am the last of my caste and am the king of all dragons."
"King of all dragons?" he sputtered, eyes round in shock. "I thought you were a doctor?"
"I am a doctor—it’s a long story. I will explain all to you." As I said this, I felt another wave of heat race through my body. I had stopped pumping seed and my knot deflated, but I was still hard and inside my beautiful mate. He shivered beneath me, and I felt his need swell again.
Explanations would wait; time to lay claim to my mate again.
Royal Guardian Protector
Krispin
Iwokeupslowly,Ben still pressed against me. Through the night we had sex five more times. The heat was dissipating. I didn't feel the all-consuming need to take him again. I sat there and looked my fill at my sleeping mate. I loved his long, dark blond hair and tan skin. He had a tight, medium-framed body, a swimmer's build. I looked down his body to his nicely defined chest and abs. I went down further and stopped just above his groin. There was a slight, subtle mark that was the size of a quarter, and it looked like a tiny tattoo of a faded dragon—the conception mark. My mate was pregnant, and I was thrilled. After these many years alone, I had a mate and I was going to be a father. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Ben looking at me.
"I don't feel so horny and hot. Do you think the heat is over?" he asked.
