He shrugs, a playful smirk on his lips. ‘I can take him.’
I shake my head, chuckling, then yelp when he grabs me around the waist and tugs me down to steal a kiss. I get a little lost in it before pushing up again, needing to make sure he understands.
‘I’m serious; Ethan is my alpha and best friend. I don’t want you two arguing.’
His eyes turn fierce, his hand movements sharp. ‘We’ll get along fine as long as he treats you like a best friend should.’
Hmm. It’ll do for now, I suppose. Ethan isn’t holding a grudge, and I’m sure they’ll become friends over time once Bryn has a chance to discover how fair a pack alpha Ethan is.
‘And you’re okay with living here? Ethan’s going to talk to Ayo about us all moving in as soon as the roof is finished. I don’t want to live apart from you, but I need my pack.’
I maybe should have spoken to Ethan and Ayo about this before discussing it with Bryn, but Ethan has been nothing but encouraging about me pursuing something with my dragon, and Ayo really likes him. They’re not going to turn my mate away.
He snorts, a little puff of smoke escaping and drifting up into the air between us. ‘It’s a hardship, but I think I can endure living in the stunning manor house that literally changed my life.’
I grin, my hand movements playful. ‘Even with its leaky taps and dodgy hot water?’
‘Eh, those will be fixed eventually.’
‘And Jet’s pranks?’
‘Just say the word and I’ll help you plan every revenge.’
This time when he pulls me down into a kiss, my brain finally runs out of questions to ask and things to check. We didn’t even decide who’s going to top this time, but if I’mgoing to be giving him a bonding bite, I know which one I want.
I reach for the lube and coat my fingers, then nudge his legs into a bent position. I wait for his nod before I circle his pucker with my finger and suck his nipple into my mouth, alternating between sucking and lightly blowing on each bud in turn. At the same time, I play with his entrance until he softens enough for me to slowly insert a finger, sliding it in and out until he’s ready for me to add a second.
His panting breaths and occasional grunts mix with the tweeting of nearby birds and the distant hammering on the manor roof. I love the aborted little thrusts of his hips, the way he tries to grip the short strands of my hair, and the burning love in his eyes when I glance up to find him watching me. I crook my fingers, searching for his prostate until his back arches and he gives a low moan, his cock dribbling precum.
I crave his every response he gives me, every tiny indication that I’m giving him pleasure. My mate deserves the best sex of his life for our bonding, and I’m determined to do everything I can to give it to him.
I stretch him until I’m able to insert a third finger, wanting to make sure he’s well and truly prepped. I’ve never topped him before and I don’t want to risk hurting him.
He claws at my shoulders, the heat from his body increasing the more worked up he gets. It’s a sharp contrast to the cool March air, and I’m sweating before I’m even inside him.
I finally have mercy on his abused nipples and withdraw my fingers as well, reaching for the lube and liberally coating my throbbing cock. I settle between his legs and brace myself with one hand next to his head, my cock positioned at his entrance.
‘Yes?’ I ask, needing a moment to compose myself.
Bryn is always stunning, but he’s especially beautiful like this, spread out beneath me with a flush to his skin and a puffiness to his lips, each ragged breath reminding me that he’s here and whole and mine. My overprotective dragon shifter, who took one look at me and decided I was it for him.
‘Yes,’ he signs, eyes burning with need. ‘I love you, treasure. Bite me. Bond with me. Turn this into forever.’
My heart rate picks up, my tiger urging me to stop holding back and claim our matenow. I hold the base of my cock and slowly push into Bryn’s tight, hot channel. Oh,fuck, that feels incredible. I stop an inch in to give him time to adjust, my braced arm quivering, my entire body trembling as I resist the urge to thrust.
He grips my arse with both hands and urges me to keep going, pulling me to him until I’ve bottomed out. I kiss those incredible lips, feeling a little overwhelmed and a lot in love, so grateful I found this man and that I overcame my reservations to take a chance on him.
When he starts rocking under me I slowly pull back until just the tip of my cock is inside him, then thrust back in. He’s preferred rough strokes whenever I’ve jerked him off, so it’s no surprise when he encourages me to move faster, rock harder, and thrusts his tongue into my mouth in time with the way I’m pounding into him. I’m not sure who’s topping who at this point, but I don’t actually care as long as I can give him what he wants.
My orgasm builds at the base of my spine, a tingling sensation that spreads outwards as my skin heats. I tear my mouth from his as my teeth sharpen and my canines elongate, ready for the mating bite. I reach between us for his dripping cock, stroking with a slick fist in time with my thrusts.
Suddenly a swirling red mist rises from his chest, wrapping around me like it wants to envelop me. It’s distinctly possessive, like a physical manifestation of the precious way he calls me his treasure, and the feral feel to it is what tips me over the edge. I roar out my release then bite down hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, thrilling in his low moan as he spills between us. Atether forms in my chest, joining me to the dragon beneath me, and through the brand-new bond all the elation and love I feel for him is reflected back at me.
I collapse on top of him, breathing hard, trying to process the incredible sensation of this new tie to him. His arms are firm around me, gently insistent that I stay right where I am. He doesn’t need to worry; I’m not going anywhere. I’m exactly where I want to be.
We lie there for long, lazy moments, his release smeared between us, amplifying our already mingled scents. With the bond now in place we’ll always smell of each other. My tiger chuffs happily at the thought.
As soon as I get my breath back I lick the blood from the bite, my tiger demanding we take care of our dragon. The bite will scar but it’s already starting to heal, which reassures me as much as anything else that he’s unlikely to have any lasting physical effects from yesterday.
