He’s a show-off but still cute, my dragon observed.
I wouldn’t be sharing with Percy that my dragon described his beast as cute.
We chased each other until the stars appeared. We weren’t competing, and there were no secrets or crews or stations. We were two fated mates flying together for the first time in a space vast enough to hold us both.
When we landed and took our skin, Percy's cheeks were flushed, and he smelled like mine.
“I’m starving,” he announced. “Feed me.”
I gave him a look because that reminded me of a line from a movie.
“Food,” he clarified, “in case you thought I meant cock.”
Well, I didn’t, but I did now.
But we were fully dressed while I cooked, and Percy sat on the kitchen counter beside me. That was a health code violation, but I dismissed it because I wanted him close.
He stole vegetables out of the pan when he thought I wasn't looking, but I caught him and smacked his hand. He responded by kissing my cheek, and I almost burnt the food because I was so distracted.
He kept up a running commentary about a call they'd had where a cat was stuck up a tree. But after they set up the ladder, the cat leaped down as if to say, “Did you think I needed help?”
I turned off the gas and plated the food. But as I offered him his, my arm grazed him. We both became still. We’d seen one another naked, but skin to skin sent a surge of heat through me.
Percy gripped the edge of the counter as he whispered my name. I put the plates down because I was hungry, greedy even, not for stir-fry but for my mate. I pushed between his legs, and he wrapped them around me while draping his arms over my shoulders.
I placed my hands on the counter on either side of him.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the kiss. No, that's a fib. Since the barbecue. I'm not a patient person.”
I wanted to say, “Me too,” but kissed along his jaw instead, making him shiver.
He twisted his fingers in my hair and yanked it, making me moan.I brought my hand to cup his face, but he grabbed it and kissed along the life line on my palm.
After putting my arms around him, I slid him off the counter, and he wrapped his legs around me and kissed me. This wasn't the kiss behind the trucks that was stolen or rushed. This was one that was meant to be savored.
“Which way’s the bedroom, assuming you do have one?” He giggled into my mouth as I strode toward my bed.
The stir-fry was forgotten, and I didn’t care.
NINE
PERCY
Larkin paused beside the bed and placed me on the floor. I side-eyed him because I wanted him to rip my clothes off and plunge into me. But that probably wasn’t his style, and I let him take the lead. The end result would be him inside me.
He nuzzled the base of my throat, and I groaned. Heat kindled in my belly even though clothes were still on and there were no cocks in sight. He pulled the bottom of my shirt out of my jeans and placed his hands on my bare skin. They were cooler than expected, which I relished because I was sweltering.
His fingers trailed over me, and my nipples hardened. My breathing grew harsh and uneven as his fingertips danced over my skin, and he tweaked my nipples. I drew in a sharp breath as he squeezed one, and slick slid from my hole, coating my ass and thighs.
He pulled the shirt up and replaced his fingers with his mouth. Oh gods, where did he learn to do that with his tongue? He teased and suckled and flicked and finally gave my hard nipple a nudge with his nose.
I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, but he paused, and with a mouth full of nipple asked, “Is this okay?”
“Mmmm, more than, though this is better.”
I pulled Larkin onto me, and we toppled onto the mattress. “I prefer this to standing up.”
“Turns out, I do too.” He ground against me, forcing more blood into my cock.
