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“Please no.”
“Please yes. That and the story of how we met.”
“A little less embarrassing, at least,” Rowan grumbled.
“It is? Even though it’s a popular GIF?”
Rowan rolled his eyes. “Other dragons won’t find it embarrassing because the biting really is a mate thing. It’s an instinct to mark and claim. You marked me within five minutes of meeting me.”
“Oh.” Milo blinked. “Well, go me. Locking that shit down ASAP.”
“I did it to you too,” Rowan said, reaching out and running one finger down Milo’s neck until it touched a spot that made Milo hiss. “Right here.”
“You bit me?” Milo asked.
Rowan nodded. “Claimed you right back. Just like you did to me.”
“Are these forever?” Milo asked, craning his neck as if he’d somehow develop birdlike abilities and contort enough to see his own bite.
“They need refreshing every once in a while,” Rowan said. “You’ll notice when it starts fading a bit.”
“Oh no!” Milo placed the back of his palm against his forehead and swooned against the pillow. “I will have to bite you. Repeatedly. However shall I cope? Woof is me.”
“You mean woe is me?” Rowan asked.
“I really don’t.” Milo shook his head.
Rowan snorted, but he was wiggling in that shy, pleased way he sometimes did when Milo showered him with compliments or did something he liked.
“Is my obsession with your wonderful nipples a mate thing too?” he asked suddenly as it popped into his brain, moving his arms to peer down at them in all their holy glory. They were puffy and surrounded by bites.
Rowan blushed even brighter. “Uh no…that’s exclusively a you thing.”
“And a you thing,” Milo said slyly, slanting a look up under his lashes. “You like it.”
“I don’t think I can get hard again,” Rowan said, reading his mind before he started in on them again.
Milo pouted. “Is eight times your limit, dragon boy?”
“It was more than eight!”
“It was?”
Rowan rolled him onto his back in the nest and loomed over him, his hair a red curtain around them. “Yes, it was.”
Milo wrapped his thighs around Rowan’s hips, nudging against his thickening member. “Downstairs Rowan doesn’t agree with upstairs Rowan.”
“We need to have a building meeting.”
Milo burst out laughing. “Fuck, I love you.”
Rowan stared down at him, wide-eyed and frozen.
“What?” Milo asked.
“You just said…”
Milo’s brain caught up with his mouth and he flushed, suddenly self-conscious. “Doesn’t that make sense? We’re mates.”
