Page 32 of Dancing Moonbeam

Nothing else mattered except for this moment, this sensation, this connection.

Then Jaytee blew a tuft of air over Raidh’s aching hole.

“God,” Raidh groaned. “Yes… Please.”

Wet fingers worked his ring of muscle until finally they pushed inside his hole. Raidh’s body quivered, their heavy breaths echoing through the meadow, mixing with the unmistakable scent of arousal to create a heady combination of desire and anticipation.

Jaytee flicked the tip of his tongue over the head of Raidh’s throbbing cock and circled it slowly, and then he engulfed Raidh’s hard shaft with a desperate hunger that made Raidh moan and writhe.

With every thrust of Jaytee’s mouth, Raidh could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge until he was begging, “Please fuck me.”

Whimpers escaped from his throat as the buildup grew more and more intense, coiling around his groin and sliding up his spine.

His mate’s skilled hands and mouth worked in perfect harmony, expertly stroking Raidh’s dick and pistoning fingers into his ass, as if determined to bring him over the edge.

Raidh could do nothing but succumb to the explosion building inside of him.

“Jaytee!” The name escaped his lips in a strangled cry as he arched his back, gripping the flowers beneath him. His hips thrust upward uncontrollably as his orgasm shattered him, a burst of bright light exploding behind his eyes.

As Raidh came down from the intense high, he found himself wanting more, craving to feel Jaytee pounding into him with every ounce of his strength.

With a wicked grin, Jaytee crawled up his body like a predatory wolf, sinewy muscles rippling beneath taut skin, flexing and bunching with every move.

Mesmerized, Raidh could only lie there and watch, and then he spread his legs farther apart, groaning when the tip of his mate’s cock slid across his aching hole.

“Good freaking hell,” Raidh whimpered.

Their mouths were close enough they shared the same mingled breaths. “I loved tasting your dick in my mouth.” Jaytee ran his wicked tongue slowly along Raidh’s jaw. “Love that I’m going to sink my cock into your sweet ass.”

“Love it too.” Raidh’s eyelids fluttered closed, his hole aching to be filled.

“Are you ready to be my mate, Moonbeam?”

Jaytee looked down at him with so much emotion in his blue eyes it was like Raidh was receiving the greatest gift of all. It took his breath away.

“I think when I begged you to screw me, it was pretty obvious I was ready to be yours,” Raidh teased, trembling a little harder.

His mate chuckled and leaned in to kiss along his collarbone. “What if I want to hear you say it?”

Raidh wanted to belong to Jaytee, but a knot formed in his chest as his father’s words echoed through his mind, causing Raidh to feel vulnerable and hesitant in this very important moment.

He wasn’t disappointing, or a half-wit, and he definitely wasn’t a useless excuse for a pathetic son, but Galamir Shadowlace was definitely a pathetic excuse for a father.

Yet, Galamir’s incessant criticism and condescension had taken a toll on Raidh’s self-worth, causing deep-rooted insecurities that didn’t just disappear overnight—especially after enduring the harshness of his father’s judgment for over a millennium.

Jaytee gently cupped Raidh’s face, his palm warm against Raidh’s skin. “Where did you go, Moonbeam? You seem suddenly lost in thought.” His fingers traced along Raidh’s jawline. “Have you changed your mind?”

Raidh gazed into his mate’s eyes and shook his head. “No, it’s not that… I just…”

There was so much tenderness in those blue depths as Jaytee smiled softly at him. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart? Tell me what’s going through that stunning head of yours.”

Raidh glanced away. “Promise to never turn your back on me or leave me.”

“Look at me, Raidh.”

Slowly, Raidh turned his face toward his mate.

“Not even death can separate me from you,” Jaytee declared with fierce conviction. “My loyalty to you is unwavering, Moonbeam. My heart, my soul, and my very existence belong solely to you.”

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