Page 74 of Myths and Shifts

We’d come back to it later, but for the time being, I focused on his fingers and the wonderful emotions flooding through the bond. “Do you need another finger or are you ready to ride your dragon, baby?”

His whine was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard and it told me he couldn’t decide. “What about three fingers, then four…have you ever had more than four in that tight little hole?”

A ridiculously sized toy flashed through my mind and the bright blue color made it look like he’d been fucking himself with Cookie Monster’s dick.

A bark of laughter filled the room. “Stop that. You’re going to make me laugh again.”

Oops.

“I’m still saying there are worse things than laughing with your mate.” Wrapping my hand around his cock, I gave it a too light stroke just to tease him. “And there are worse things than finding out your mate just might be a size queen when it comes to toys.”

Nothing in his reactions or the emotions I could feel said he was disappointed in reality, so I wasn’t worried about that. It’d be fun to fuck with him about it at some point, though, but not for our first time.

I could behave myself sometimes…just not often when it came to my sexy mate and his giggles.

Merritt did his best to laugh and moan at the same time and must’ve ended up giving himself a good stretch because he nearly orgasmed too. “That’s…Daddy…I…”

Was going to come.

He was going to come was what he was trying to tell me, but luckily for both of us, I got that under control quickly and wrapped my fingers around the base of his erection before he exploded. “Fingers out, naughty boy.”

He was well past stretching and into seeing if he could get his fist in there.

We’d have to try that another time when we weren’t so close. Yes, we’d been laughing and cuddling, but it’d involved a lot of kissing and enough rubbing to get us both close to the edge. “Now.”

The firm order had his body clenching and his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. I probably hadn’t helped the situation but another flick to the head of his dick got his attention. “Daddy.”

I wasn’t sure how much he was processing but he loved the firm tone, so I used it again. “If I have to repeat myself, my naughty boy won’t get to ride his dragon.”

And that had his eyes finally focusing back on me.

It took another couple of seconds before his hand moved, but eventually his fingers eased out of his ass and he pouted. “But I was getting ready for my dragon.”

Hmm.

Little?

Big-ish?

It wasn’t the time to ask, so I glared at him and shook my head. “You were playing with my toy.”

Sigh.

Pout.

“It was my turn.”

His adorable response answered some of my questions.

“You have to share.” I shrugged. “And I’m ready to play the game.”

More than ready.

His head cocked and his fingers twitched. I could see the brat trying to decide what would be better.

I won.

“I want to play too, Daddy.”

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