I slam into his mouth with a roar, my orgasm rushing through me like a tidal wave. That feeling in my chest explodes right along with the pressure in my gut, pulsing the same way my cock pulses in the grip of Drax’s throat. His body shudders right along with mine, and the smell of musky cum that isn’t mine fills my hoard room and spurs my orgasm on.
He replaces his hand around my knot with his tongue, squeezing and pulsing, hot and wet like I imagine the inside of his ass would be, gripping my knot, locking us together.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It’ssogood… and so fucking bad.
DRAX
I wantevery last drop of my mate’s cum, smoky and sweet, coating my tongue and the back of my throat in thick ropes I can’t gulp down fast enough. My cock pulses and spasms untouched between my thighs, echoing his orgasm in perfect harmony, my release spilling onto the floor between his feet.
When his orgasm slows down, I wind my tongue around his knot. He gasps and feeds me a few more drops of his delicious essence. His chest heaves with heavy breaths, sweet little whimpers falling from his lips even after he’s spent. But his cock stays stiff, and I keep my tongue coiled tightly around his knot, humming happily at the way he absently strokes my horns and tangles his fingers in my hair. I knew he would come around on the mate issue. He just needed to see how right we are for each other, and now that’s settled.
Mac is mine.
I can feel the happy purr of his dragon brushing up against our bond, reaching for me. I answer, pushing my energy into the bond tugging at the center of my chest. I can’t wait to see his full dragon form. I can feel the strength of it, brimming with the same wonderfully chaotic energy I can smell on my mate in his human form.
I stroke his softening knot with my tongue and push a little more of my energy into our bond. My mate gasps and his whole body jerks, but not in a pleasant way this time. His dragon feels like it’s yanked back like a hellhound on a leash, and Mac’s eyes fly open. He pushes against my head the same way he did earlier. I slowly unwind my tongue from around his spent cock and deflating knot, and frown.
“What’s wrong, mate?”
He shakes his head rapidly, which I believe is the customary way to say “no” in this realm. Good, nothing is wrong. I agree, our bond feels absolutely perfect. I nuzzle his warm belly with a happy rumble vibrating in my throat, but he pushes me away again too soon.
My mate is very bad at communicating, I think. That’s okay. I’m sure he can learn, just like I’ll have to learn many things about him. It’s wonderful that we both work for Auri and live on his compound; it will make getting to know each other so much easier. We can move his things into my room and help each other on missions. It’s perfect.
“Shall we return to the compound now? We can retire to bed, and in the morning, you can tell me about the first mission Auri has for you.” I pull his pants up for him and lap up the last few droplets of his divine essence from his skin.
“Uh…” He shakes his head again, then stops and moves it up and down instead.
“You should learn better words, mate. It will help us understand each other. But for now, I think your answer is yes?” I clamber to my feet and wrap my arms around him, nestling him close to my chest so we can travel easily. “Let’s go home.”
SIX
MAC
I’m too dazedto even notice the transition back to the underworld, allowing Drax to guide me through the steamy halls of the compound. When we arrive, I pause, standing in the center of a large open area, my brain desperately trying to slot the day’s events into spaces that make sense, but I come up empty.
“You must be exhausted,” Drax coos, wrapping his tail around my waist. “Let’s get you to bed.”
I nod, too tired and stunned to speak. Maybe sleep will help. Tomorrow I’ll wake up and deal with the task Auri gave me, then once that’s done, I’ll be able to go back to my realm. I’ll figure out what to do about this mate thing after that. Maybe there’s a mage or someone out there who can help.
My dragon reminds me that he’s not at all interested in that idea with a violent swish of his tail, which is immediately soothed by a warming pulse along the bond I currently share with the beautiful demon beside me.
Instead of taking me back to my room, Drax leads me to his. I don’t bother to object. My body and spirit are weary and all I want to do is lie down. Drax’s room is dark, as expected, but he snaps his fingers and a warm orange glow spreads throughthe space, illuminating walls lined with shelves containing a vast array of treasures, from vases to books to art. My dragon perks up as much as I do.
“What is this stuff?”
“My things,” Drax says causally, already dropping to his knees to help me out of my shoes.
“But where did you get them?”
“I’ve gathered them over the centuries through various means. A summoning, plundering dead civilizations, and online ordering, of course.”
“Online ordering?”
“Oh yes, there’s a vibrant demon market. I’ll show you sometime.”
I walk over to a shelf, running my finger over a jewel encrusted crown. “But why?”
