“Yessss,” he hisses, thrusting towards me again.
I wrap both hands around his horns like a bull rider and slam home in a single stroke, throwing my head back and howling at the hot clutch of his inner muscles around my cock as I fill him deep. My hips slam into his ass cheeks and he lets out a needy wail just as loud as mine, clenching around my cock then relaxing immediately before doing it again.
“Fuck me like you mean it, dragon,” he growls.
I smirk at the challenge, leaning forward to adjust my angle, aiming the head of my cock right at his prostate, and bringing my lips to his ear.
“You asked for it, demon.” I nip at his earlobe before slowly easing out, then slamming home again.
Drax’s body jerks underneath mine, and we both moan loudly. I pull back and do it again, harder this time. There’s no need to hold back, no hurt we could inflict on each other that wouldn’t be pleasurable, no risk of injury when we’re both more or less immortal. I sink my teeth into his shoulder and set a punishing pace, my skin slapping against his with every thrust, his inner channel gripping me tightly every time I fill him. He matches my rhythm, meeting every one of my thrusts with his own eager weight, arching his back and craning his neck as I grip his horns for leverage.
Every inch of my body pulses with pleasure, mine and his, mingling and feeding each other in a dizzying loop. I can feel the satisfying fullness of my cock inside him just as well as I can feel the heat of his insides clenching around me. I don’t have horns,but I can feel the pleasure of that too, the throb of my fingers wrapped around them.
“It’s too good.” Drax whimpers. “I canfeelyou… I can feel what you feel,” he groans.
“Me too,” I pant, fucking him even harder, my flames licking at my lips, as desperate to make a home inside him as my cock is.
My cock swells. More specifically, the base of my cock swells, tugging against his rim with every thrust, making it harder and harder to pull out. My knot throbs as it grows until it’s too thick to pull out anymore. I rock into him with shallow thrusts, my swollen knot pulsing against his prostate.
“Mac,” Drax growls, wrapping his tail around my forearm like he just desperately needs to find new ways to touch me. “Mac,” he wails again, grinding on my knot, his body heaving with every deep breath he gulps down.
“Mate,” he roars, clenching around me so tight I see stars, and then it’s not just my knot pulsing, it’s my whole cock. It’s my inner muscles, as if I can feel the same fullness he can. It’s every nerve ending in my body, until I’m sure I’m about to burst apart at the seams from too much pleasure.
I throw my head back and flames billow from my lips, scorching my throat and flickering aimlessly until they die out and give way to Drax’s name on my tongue, again and again as I fill him with my cum, spilling into his guts, painting his insides so deep he’ll never get rid of me. His answering orgasm crashing inside of me spurs mine on, the bond feeding us each other’s pleasure until we’re both completely drained.
We collapse in a heap on the mossy ground, my knot locked inside him. I laugh breathlessly against his shoulder and wiggle until I’m somewhat comfortable, splayed out on his back. He cranes his neck, and I find his lips in a strained kiss, feeling a smile on his face that matches mine.
“I think fate knew what she was doing,” he murmurs happily.
Maybe he’s right.
TWENTY
MAC
I wakewith a deep sense of peace and belonging unlike anything I’ve experienced before flooding my body. As I drag my eyelids open, blinking to take in my surroundings, the scent of my mate tickles my nose and my dragon purrs.
Is this what it feels like to belong somewhere? Since leaving my parents’ home all I’ve done is roam the planet looking for a place that felt like home. How odd that here, in the depths of the underworld, is where I’ve found it.
But this is no place for a dragon to live, is it? I need the wide open sky, though I did love the place Drax took me earlier. Maybe there’s a compromise—a place between both worlds—where I can build a life… wherewecan build a life? Still not sure how that will all work, but I’m willing to try.
It’s jarring to realize I’m even considering this. This isn’t at all how I thought mating would go. I still barely know Drax. But, accidental bond or not, I know how he feels about me and that has to count for something.
I just don’t want to disappoint him. I’m hardly mate material. I have a shitty apartment with a paltry hoard full of shit I seriously doubt would impress Drax. How can I provide for him? How can I be a worthy mate?
Pinned up against me, he stirs, mumbling my name as he nuzzles his nose against my chest. His body is warm and soft, lightly furry in his true form. I stroke his long hair, his pink skin almost shimmering in the dim light of the room.
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him even closer, and the move pleases my dragon, making him vibrate with comfort inside me. I’ve never known how to soothe my dragon, but a few days with Drax in my life and he’s practically a sleeping kitten.
I close my eyes to get a little more sleep, but that idea is interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Drax,” I whisper, “someone is at the door.”
Without opening his eyes, he raises one hand and the front door to his apartment swings open. Atlas enters, looking around until he spots us across the small room in bed. I’m not sure, but I think he’s actually blushing as he clears his throat and averts his eyes.
“Apologies for the interruption,” Atlas says.
Drax stretches and opens one eye. “What time is it?”
