Cobalt huffed in amusement. His lips—and fangs—grazed the shell of my ear.
In a soft voice, he ordered, “Drench them.”
Well, shit. That was one way to turn a guy on.
My cock throbbed against its fabric cage, which was now wet with so much slick fluid that it had as much structural integrity as a damp piece of paper. I was about to ask Cobalt to take them off when he raised a hand, shifted his nails into dragon claws, then sliced them clean off.
“Hey, those could’ve been my lucky underpants,” I protested jokingly.
Cobalt paused, leveling a serious look at me. “Were they?” he asked, actually worried.
I planted a reassuring kiss on his cheek. “No, but thanks for your concern.”
Cobalt sighed in relief. “I’ll buy you thirty more pairs of lucky underwear,” he promised before capturing my lips.
I quickly dissolved into nothing but moans as Cobalt’s tongue tangled with mine. With his big hand wrapped around my sensitive cock and his mouth claiming me, my entire body was alight with pleasure. I was taut as a pressurized spring, greedy for release, ready to explode.
But I didn’t want this to end. Nobody had ever wanted me as desperately and passionately as Cobalt did. His desire for me was intoxicating.
Was this what being fated mates felt like? No wonder everybody wanted to find theirs so badly.
Our need for air finally broke our kiss apart. Cobalt panted heavily above me. His eyes blazed with lust. They looked draconic again, wild and ringed with spirals of neon blue. He was breathtakingly beautiful.
Man, being craved by an alpha dragon felt pretty damn good.
Cobalt dug his fingers into my arms. “Muzo,” he murmured thickly. He sounded like he was barely hanging onto his sanity. “I need to breed you.”
Tingles sparked across my skin.
Cobalt wanted to breed me.
My fated mate wanted toimpregnateme.
“Yeah,” I blurted without a second thought. Then I blushed because that was so not a romantic way to respond to Cobalt’s sexy comment. “I mean, yes, please do that.”
Cobalt smiled in the sweet way he always did when I stumbled over my words, since I was apparently really good at that.
His next words held a twinge of hesitation. “I can restrain myself. We don’t need to rush. But if you want a family—”
“I do,” I interrupted.
I stared him dead in the eyes. If his gaze looked intense a second ago, mine must’ve looked the same way now.
“I know I joke around and stuff, but this is what I’ve always wanted,” I promised. “A mate. Kids. A family. I just never thought it’d happen so soon. Or even at all. I mean, that’s why I entered the Dragonfate Games. Even if Taylor thought I was doing it to troll him.”
Cobalt flashed a playful smirk. “I thought you came on for the free vacations.”
“Okay, those were a nice bonus,” I agreed. “But I obviously didn’t gel with your brothers, so I had to keep coming back, right?”
A spark of possessiveness flashed across Cobalt’s face, which was adorable since I literally just told him I wasn’t interested in the other alphas. I laughed and patted his cheeks.
“You’re so cute when you wanna rip your little brothers’ heads off,” I teased.
He sighed, calming down. “Dragon instincts. I’ll keep them under control.”
I paused, then wriggled my eyebrows. “What if I don’t want you to?”
“How so?”
