Page 42 of The Ruby Dragon's Unconventional Mate
His eyes rolled back in his head, and his toes curled. Fuck, that felt amazing. His belly was tight as a board, his cock was heavy.
“Lie down with me, honey?” Bryant eased him down to sit on the bed, then knelt to tug at his pants. He sucked in to give Bryant room to work, then lifted his hips to get the pants off.
“Look at you.” Bryant stroked a long line down Lars’s side.
“Oh, I would rather look at you.” Lars tugged at Bryant’s clothes. “Please? Come up here and get naked and let me touch you!”
Okay, he was getting a wee bit grumpy. He wanted Bryant now. No teasing.
“I would like nothing more.” Bryant cupped his balls, squeezing just barely.
His toes curled. “Uhn. Bryant!”
Bryant chuckled, but he stood, then shucked the rest of his clothing. Goodness. That was…wow.
“Happier, love?” Bryant asked.
“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He grabbed his cock, stroking it gently as he stared at his dragon.
“That’s very sweet, love.” Bryant arched, stretching a little. Then he came down on the bed next to Lars, kissing him again, hand sliding down to grasp their cocks.
They moved together, and he offered up his neck and his chest, letting Bryant kiss and lick and nibble on him. So perfect, that heat, and his ass clenched, wetness there for his mate. For Bryant.
He couldn’t stand how hot his body was. He was just going to go up in flames.
“Bryant. Want you inside me.”
“Mmmmhmm. I want in you. My knot wants in you.”
He put his free hand on Bryant’s chest. “Okay, but?—”
“But?”
“What if I get pregnant?”
“Do you want to be pregnant?”
Did he?
“I think I do.”
Bryant sucked in a deep breath, and his body bucked against Lars’s. “Then we rejoice?”
This was weird.
Ten days ago, they hated each other.
“We never hated each other, love. We were angry. I was embarrassed and unhappy that I had hurt you. You were hurt. But I never hated you.”
Lars ran his hand over Bryant’s cheekbone. “I never hated you either. I just wasn’t sure we were ever going to actually mate.”
“And are you sure now?” That was a fair question, wasn’t it?
“I am.”
“I know I shouldn’t have been awful to you. Period. And absolutely not because of Lach. I was wrong, and I should have trusted you and Logan and your wing with my brother. I had been here. I knew how amazing you all were.” Bryant kissed his nose. “You especially.”
He lifted his chin and begged a kiss, tongue pushing in to taste Bryant, to devour the sweet lips. He wanted to fly with Bryan—literally and figuratively.
