“Fuck, Thystle,” Matteo choked out.
The raw desire in his voice was gas thrown on the fire of my lust. As I plowed him harder, his moans grew louder and drawn-out to the point where he practically screamed.
“Fuck,” Matteo breathed, barely voicing the word. His expression was dazed. Sweat rolled down his temples and his cheeks were flushed.
Holy Drake, I wanted a photo of him right at this moment. For reasons.
“Shit,” Matteo gasped out. A roguish glint flashed across his eyes. “Getting fucked by my number-one fan feels so good...”
I blushed, then grinned. “You fucking tease.”
Matteo dug his heels into my lower back, locking me into place. “I’m not teasing.” His voice was husky with arousal. “Breed me, fanboy. Pump your beloved Aquila full of cum and knock him up.”
Drake-fucking-dammit.
He knew exactly what turned me on, didn’t he?
That naughty talk was enough to send me careening over the edge. My nails dug into Matteo’s skin as I lurched forward, thrusting my cock into the deepest part of him. A feral, draconic cry tore from my throat as I finished inside my mate. Just beneath it, I heard Matteo’s mirror cry and felt a splash of warm wetness against my belly.
After the stars disappeared from my vision, I curled up beside him. His hair was mussed up in that attractive, I-just-had-sex way. With his rockstar hair and loving smile, he looked halfway between Matteo and Aquila. He was both.
And they were both mine.
Nineteen
Matteo
After a thorough shower torinse off last night’s evidence, I headed down to the lobby to meet the rest of the contestants. It surprised me to notice how much the number of people shrank. So much had changed since before the Games began. I’d come into this experience with a glimmer of hope, a fantasy of finding my fated mate... and now I had him.
A smile crept onto my face as I thought of Thystle. Last night was magical, and it was only the beginning of our lifelong love.
I yawned loudly. The sex was amazing, but itdidkeep me up past my usual bedtime.
“That’s the third time you’ve yawned,” Alaric pointed out. “Stayed up late?”
I stood up straighter. I hadn’t noticed the slinky cat shifter’s approach.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I said, which was true enough. It would be impossible to fall asleep while Thystle bred me.
Alaric eyed me shrewdly. He lowered his voice to a low mumble. “As a bird shifter, you probably can’t tell, but you have the distinct smell of dragon on you.”
Shame flushed my cheeks. Dammit. I thought I did a decent job of getting rid of it.
I didn’t want to lie to Alaric, especially when he already knew. Besides, I was sick of hiding the truth.
“I’m sorry,” I said honestly.
I didn’t apologize for what I’d done, but because I felt sorry for Alaric. He was clearly lonely and yearning.
He shrugged. “Why? You found your fated mate. That’s why we’re here.”
There was no disappointment in his tone, only acceptance with a hint of jealousy. I didn’t blame him. It couldn’t be easy competing in the Dragonfate Games twice to no avail.
“You’ll find your mate, Alaric,” I said. “Don’t give up.”
He arched a well-groomed brow. “Who said I was giving up? Iwillget my dragon mate, mark my words.”
I smiled, happy to hear his determination.
