Matteo blushed. “You told your brothers about me?”
Cobalt nodded. “Thystle was ready to break the family rules in order to meet you. Instead, I challenged him. These scars on my arm are proof of that.”
Matteo’s jaw dropped. “Youfoughtyour brother so you could see me?” he squawked, sounding both embarrassed and impressed.
“It’s fine, it’s a dragon thing,” I said, waving it off.
“I wanted to test Thystle’s will,” Cobalt explained. “I did not want him to throw his life away on a whim.”
Matteo’s brows raised in confused shock.
Cobalt went on. “But if it was for his fated mate... I allowed it.”
I grimaced at the memory. “And then five minutes after Cobalt gave me the green light, the twins told me TalonStorm broke up.”
Matteo’s face paled. “Oh, gods. I’m sorry, I had no idea,” he murmured.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
A slight smile curled the very corners of Cobalt’s mouth. “I am happy to see you two finally united.”
That comment warmed me. “Yeah, I meant to introduce Matteo to the family eventually. Just... not right now.”
Cobalt nodded—although, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if he got the hint—then left.
“He seems nice, if a little odd,” Matteo said.
“That about sums him up. Now, where were we?”
I dragged Matteo to my bedroom—and thanked Holy fucking Drake we didn’t run into any more family members on the way—then shifted and locked the door.
Before Matteo got a word out, I pinned him to my bed. He was divine. Sweat-damp, tousled hair clung to his forehead. His heady masculine musk was cut by his flaring omega hormones. The intoxicating scents mingled in the air. I drank it in like a drug, letting it scramble my brain.
I crashed our mouths together. The make-out session turned hot and heavy fast. Growls of pleasure slipped out of me as our tongues warred. When we finally parted for breath, we both gasped for air.
Images of Aquila’s performance flashed in my mind. Each one was like a direct jolt to my dick.
An idea struck me. I peeled away from Matteo.
“What’s wrong?” he asked breathlessly.
“Wait here,” I ordered.
I strode over to my sound system. I delicately picked out a vinyl from my collection, put it on the player, and cranked up the volume. As the needle dropped, the opening notes ofWings of the Sunenveloped the room.
Matteo’s eyes were wide as I resumed my position on top of him.
“Why are you surprised?” I asked with a grin.
His cheeks deepened in color. “I guess I shouldn’t be. I’ve just never fucked with my own music in the background.”
“First time for everything.”
As the chords progressed, I kissed Matteo savagely. We writhed against the mattress, arching our bodies together. The sound of Matteo’s music flooding the room drove me wild. I got fiercely hard hearing both his raw voice in the song, and his pleasured moans below me. My hoard was on blast, and I was making out with my fated mate—it was a dragon’s ultimate wet dream.
Suddenly, Matteo put a firm hand to my chest. I paused.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
