I forced the urge to subside. Not until he realized he was my fated mate. Tonight was all about his pleasure. I had to prove to him how much I cared, how much I wanted him to be happy.
Muzo suddenly threw his arms up around my neck, clinging to me. His cock throbbed in my hand. He wasn’t far from finishing. I quickened my pace, eager to see him come.
“Cobalt,” he half-spoke, half-breathed. “I wanna kiss you.”
I crushed my mouth against his. The kiss wasn’t hungry—it was starving. I poured my alpha instincts into it, claiming Muzo’s tongue with mine, showing him that he belonged to me and I to him.
Muzo’s body went taut. The split-second of silence was broken as he screamed with pleasure into my mouth. I swallowed the sound eagerly. I didn’t stop kissing him, or pumping his quivering cock. I wouldn’t stop until the last drop of cum was spent.
When the last violent shudder passed, Muzo slumped against my chest. He panted hard, and his skin was drenched in sweat. I brushed the damp strands of black and blond hair from his forehead. His dark eyes sparkled with satisfaction, and an indescribable quality that looked a lot like love.
“You’re like, really awesome,” Muzo said, then flashed a sheepish grin. “Is that a weird thing to say after you just made me come?”
Warmth welled up in my chest. I kissed Muzo’s forehead.
“No,” I replied with a smile.
Muzo grinned back, then gasped. “Oh! I forgot.” His gaze snapped down to my cock. He licked his lips. “Should I, uh...”
My pulse skyrocketed at the implication.
“If you want to,” I rasped.
Muzo turned around, then held out his palm. “Oil me.”
I handed him the bottle. Once he’d slicked up his hands, he reached beneath the stretched fabric and touched me. I groaned in pleasure. The sensation was unbelievable.
Muzo grinned. “Man, you’rehuge. I should’ve figured, since you’re big in every other way.”
He hooked a finger into my briefs and pulled them down, releasing my cock. He worked his hands up and down my length until it ached with need. My body trembled. I was no stranger to this feeling, but until now it came only from my own hand. Muzo’s touch was something else. It felt so much better.
I was too worked up to last. A growl vibrated in my throat. My teeth transformed into fangs, grinding together with a sharp hiss. My dragon lurked right below the surface—he wanted me to sink my teeth into Muzo, plunge my cock into him, and breed him right here, right now.
But the anticipation would make our eventual mating all the sweeter.
Instead, my nails—which shifted into talons—raked the bed covers. I threw my head back with a feral roar as the orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave. Muzo’s oily hands kept working my cock as I came.
I exhaled a puff of smoke as the aftershocks slowly faded. My vision was blurry. My body was spent.
And I still wanted more.
Suddenly, Muzo grabbed me like I was an oversized doll and flopped backwards onto the bed. He beamed with a huge ecstatic grin, then snuggled up close. My draconic libido died down when I looked into his eyes.
Sex could wait. We had a lot of cuddling to do.
Before I could wrap my arms around him, Muzo cried, “Wait!” He grabbed the dragon plushie and cradled it against his chest. It was comically half his size. “There. Now all three of us can snuggle.”
I raised a brow at the phraseall three of us. “I don’t remember him being invited,” I grumbled.
Muzo laughed. “Wait, are you seriously getting jealous of a plush toy?”
“I might be.”
Muzo lifted the toy’s head. Its delicate hand-embroidered eyes met my gaze, begging for mercy.
“Oh, please, Mr. Cobalt, please don’t kick me out of the bed,” Muzo said in a higher-pitched voice, speaking for the plushie.
I pouted. “The toy is a symbol of my dragon form. You can cuddle the real thing. Me.”
