Page 10 of Alpha Dragon's Wings of Love

I didn’t know a lot about heats, having never gone through one before. Jonah hadn’t had one either, and he was the only one I knew who would confide in me about anything as personal as this.

“I-I don’t know what to do,” I told my mate. “This is…it’s never…it’s new. I—”

“It’s because you met your fated.”

He pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, far too sweet for my own liking.

“It’s because you met me. Our mating bond started it.”

“What do we do?” I asked.

I knew what people did.

But we had just met, and that changed things.

“I—I don’t know. But we should probably talk about it and figure it out now, before you no longer are able to think clearly. Because once we get to that point…there is only one choice. And it’s me helping you through it with cold showers and lots of nourishment and no orgasms given by me.”

That sounded dreadful.

“What? Why?” I was so confused.

“When you can no longer think rationally,” he explained, “you can’t tell me what you want out of your heat. And I won’t take a chance on doing something you’ll regret later.”

“Nolan.” I reached up and cupped his cheek. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I could see clearly and saw you, truly saw you. I want this.”

“This?” He meant it when he said he wanted to discuss it. My mate wanted specifics. Even in this, he was looking out for me.

“This, being what you want out of heat.”

“That’s it. I don’t know. What I meant is, I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never had a heat before. But I want to ride it out with you. And I want to experience it. Fully.”

“Well, in that case,” he said, his voice dropping lower, his tone much more heated. He leaned in. “In that case, why don’t I start by taking care of this?”

His hand brushed across my pants, which were now tented, thanks to the raging hard-on I assumed would be a regular occurrence now that I’d mate Nolan.

“And then,” he murmured, “I’m going to feed you.”

“I could eat.”

“And you will, right after I do.” He licked his lips, making his intentions clear.

His hand brushed across the front of my joggers, a bit firmer this time, teasing the outline of my arousal. I let out a soft gasp, my body aching with need, hypersensitive from the heat building in every cell. I was on fire, and he was the only one who could cool me down, or stoke the blaze to something beautiful. Possibly both.

Please gods, let it be both.

His hand stayed there, palm flat and firm, pressing just enough to drive me wild without overdoing it.

“Nolan—” I barely got the word out before he silenced me with a kiss, slower this time, deep and filled with so much meaning. I’d never known a kiss could communicate so much, but his did. It told me how important I was to him and how much he wanted me.

I reached over to give his cock some much-needed attention, and he gently moved my hand.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, his breath brushing against my lips. “We have plenty of time. No need to rush.”

I nodded, unable to form words. I’d never done this before. I’d not only never been through a heat, but I’d never had someone touch me like this. He was my first in everything, and I was thrilled that I had waited just for him. I craved his touch like air.

He slid down, kissing along my chest, over my belly, reverent and steady. When he reached the waistband of my joggers, he looked up at me.

“Okay?”

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