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Bruiser froze. Then he rumbled, loud and pleased, his cock growing thicker. “Mine, mine, mine.”

He dragged his hands up and down Uriel’s body. If they had sharper noses, they would be able to smell the way their scents had blended with each other. Especially between Uriel’s legs. Oh gods, Bruiser kept him stretched on his cock so often that Uriel felt empty whenever his alpha wasn’t inside.

“Make me yours,” Uriel gasped.

With a roar, Bruiser came, burying himself deep inside, his cum pulsing into Uriel’s body. Then his knot swelled, and it was possibly the best part of mating, being tied to his alpha like this, Bruiser’s knot grinding against his prostate nonstop.

“This is the best part,” Bruiser said into Uriel’s hair.

“I was just thinking that,” Uriel whimpered.

Bruiser purred. He angled Uriel’s hips so his knot pressed hard against Uriel’s sweet spot. Uriel screamed and came so hard that his vision grew blurry, except Bruiser didn’t stop there.

Bruiser sucked another love bite onto Uriel’s neck, holding him close as he fucked him with his knot, until Uriel was an incoherent mess in his arms, and his balls writhed as he came and came.

After, when they were lounging in bed and Uriel could think again, Bruiser said, “I want to take you flying.”

“You already did.”

“No, as a dragon. You can ride on my head.”

Uriel snickered. “Which head?”

Bruiser took Uriel’s hand and placed it on his hair. “You can hold my horns. What do you think?”

“Yeah,” Uriel said, his excitement growing. “Now?”

“Here, let me...” Bruiser pulled out and immediately slid a plug into Uriel’s ass, to hold his cum inside.

“Fuck,” Uriel moaned.

“I’ll put another load in you when we get back,” Bruiser murmured. “For now—”

Their child moved in Uriel’s belly, and gave a hard kick. “Oof.”

Bruiser paused, his eyes wide. “You felt something?”

“Yeah. Over here...” Uriel grabbed Bruiser’s hand and pressed it against his belly where he’d felt the kick. Bruiser held his breath; Uriel silently encouraged their baby to kick again. Bruiser had been trying to catch their baby’s kicks, but between his firefighting schedule and terrible timing, he hadn’t managed to yet.

“C’mon, baby,” Bruiser said, pressing his lips to Uriel’s belly. “This is your other dad, let me feel you!”

For a long while, there was nothing.

Then came a sharp kick, strong and pointed.

Bruiser’s entire face lit up; there were tears in his eyes. “Oh fuck. I felt our baby!”

“You did,” Uriel said, his heart swelling. “Now we can finally stop walking around with your hands glued to my belly.”

“Nope. I haven’t had enough of this.” Bruiser rubbed Uriel’s belly, then pressed his ear against it as though he could hear their baby. Well, maybe he could pick up a heartbeat; his hearing was good. “Do you think this dragonet will have a birthmark, too?”

Uriel traced the splotch of red on Bruiser’s hip. “I hope so. I like that they’re marked by you.”

He also really, really liked that he was carrying Bruiser’s child. Again. It felt like a blessing, a promise of good times to come.

Bruiser pressed a gentle kiss to Uriel’s belly and nuzzled it. “We can’t wait to meet you,” he rumbled to their unborn baby. “Maybe you can hear me now? Roar!”

“I’m glad babies don’t shift unless their parents are shifting along with them,” Uriel said dryly. “It’d be weird if I had an actual dragonet in there.”