“I’m going to fuck you,” I ground out between haggard breaths.
Matteo looked as eager to receive as I was to give. He grabbed my thighs to brace himself for the incoming thrusts.
“Don’t just fuck me,” Matteo muttered. “Breed me.”
That went straight to my cock. I groaned as it twitched, desperate to be inside of him already.
But the words gave me pause. It was a drop of clarity that put a stop to my frenzy.
“Breed you,” I repeated. “Is that dirty talk, or...?”
Matteo levelled a steady look at me. “Thystle. That’s the whole point of the Dragonfate Games, isn’t it? So you can find a proper mate?”
I blinked slowly. Among all the chaos of the TV production, silly challenges, and contestant drama, that important fact slipped my mind. Matteo was right. This whole charade was meant to unite a pair of fated mates and start a family.
Matteo sat up and grasped my hands, staring into my eyes. “That’s what I’ve wanted from the very beginning. I want it all with you.” He leaned close enough that I could see the moonlight reflected in his warm brown eyes. “As your fated mate, I want to carry your egg.”
My heart fluttered like a thousand dragon wingbeats.
“Matteo. I’ve known you were mine since the second I laid eyes on you, back when I only knew you as Aquila. Nobody understood my obsession, but Iknew.And now you’re here in my grasp. I can finally hold you, and touch you, and love you the way you deserve. There’s no hiding from your fated alpha dragon mate,” I teased.
A smile lit up his face. “Thystle...”
I gave him a chaste, yet romantic kiss on the lips. “Sooner or later, I’d always find you. Now there’s no escape.”
“Who said I wanted to escape?” Grinning, Matteo spread his legs. “It’s quite the opposite. Like I said, I want you to breed me.”
My arousal flared to life. “Then get ready.”
The mating urge consumed me. As I pressed the head of my cock against Matteo’s entrance, it easily slipped inside.
Matteo downed a sharp gulp of air, then hissed through his teeth as his body adjusted to my intrusion.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
Matteo grinned. “It’s no eight-foot long toy, but you’re still pretty damn big.”
Worried I hurt him, I went to pull out, but Matteo grabbed my wrists.
“If you pull out, I’ll quit the Games,” he warned with a sharp glare.
I snorted. “Fine, you diva.”
Matteo moved his hips, then sighed when he found the perfect angle. I felt his muscles relax when he was fully comfortable.
“Now, fuck me,” he ordered.
The demand sparked in my brain like a lightning strike. Fueled by possessiveness and desire, I grabbed Matteo’s hips. I was about to make him mine in every way.
My cock sank deeper into Matteo’s wet, needy hole. He let out a half-gasp, half-moan. His tight hole pulsated around my sensitive shaft, sending passive shocks of pleasure up my spine.
My dragon rumbled in my soul, simultaneously pleased and greedy for more. It wouldn’t pipe down until I’d flooded Matteo’s insides with my cum.
Which was exactly what I intended to do.
Matteo’s little gasps and moans nearly made me salivate. The way his chest arched, and the way his damp hair fell across his forehead was so sexy. Did he have any fucking clue how hot he was?
All my years of pent-up crushing and lusting over Aquila exploded. My hips thrusted wildly. I felt savage, deranged. I was completely out of control over my fated mate.
