Page 49 of The Ruby Dragon's Unconventional Mate
“Uh. Hi.” Lars slowly let his hand fall away from his prick and into the water. “Did I lose track of time?”
“No, I don’t think so. I think this is a perfect time.” Bryant licked his lips. “You don’t have to stop.”
Lars shrugged. “Why would I want to do this myself when you’re here? Like right here.” Lars’s eyes twinkled. “You know, I have a nice big tub, and you’re in the bathroom.”
Bryant started stripping immediately. He knew better than to look a gift dragon in the mouth or whatever. “I like the way you think.”
Lars winked at him. “I like the way you look.”
“Naughty.” He loved that facet of his mate.
“Don’t tell anybody. It’s a secret.” Lars sat up a little, letting some cold water out, and adding more hot. “Did I ever tell you that I pretended to try and seduce Dakota before Logan laid claim.”
“No. Why?” That was weird.
“Oh, just to piss Logan off. Dakota is not my type. I’m sort of a great big hard-body dragon guy.”
“Oh…you could have had your pick.”
“Bea was already taken.”
The quick comeback made him laugh. Like Bea was Lars’s type. She would eat him alive.
He slipped into the tub after he grabbed a second towel, managing to finagle to where Lars’s legs were wrapped around his waist, and Lars was resting on his thighs.
“Oh, this is nice.”
Bryant wanted to just purr with it. “It’s better than nice.” He let his hands slide up along Lars’s thighs, his fingertips digging in a little bit. “So what were you thinking about when you were touching yourself.”
Lars met his gaze, expression so serious. “My mate.”
Bryant growled and grabbed Lars by the shoulders, dragging him up onto his lap so that he could take a kiss. He wanted to thank his lover for all of this—for forgiving him and for loving him and for accepting the fact that he wasn’t perfect. Not even close.
Lars dove into the kiss, tongue pushing in and demanding more and harder.
His mate was such a study in contradictions—yielding yet demanding, strong and gentle, wicked but still so sensitive. It was just fascinating. “I love you.”
Lars blinked at him. “What?”
He rested their foreheads together. “I should have told you before I left. I should have said it a thousand different times. I love you, and I was scared that you wouldn’t be able to accept Lachlan. That you wouldn’t understand. It’s stupid because you have Logan. I wasn’t thinking, and I apologize, and I love you.”
Lars rubbed his nose against Bryan’s. “I forgive you, and I love you too. Can we fuck now? Like just get it on like Donkey Kong.”
Bryant cracked up, giving up and diving back into the kisses, feeling as if all the weight in the world had been lifted off of his shoulders. Now he could play and really have fun and make love to his mate.
He grabbed Lars’s cock and started stroking it good and hard, using his thumb to drag along the shaft and dig into his slit enough to make Lars whimper and twist.
Yeah, they were going to be able to fuck.
He wanted Lars desperate for him first, though. He wanted his mate shivering and shaking and begging for his knot. If they were going to play, they were going to play.
And he wanted Lars, wet and hot and hungry for it. Nothing between them. Just that sweet hole and his knot.
Lars wasn’t going to make it easy, though. Those fingers were driving him crazy—pinching at his nipples, dragging over his belly. The kisses were endless, deep and wild and ghost pepper hot.
Every time large fingers got close to his cock, though, he managed to nudge him away, just barely thwarting Lars.
That made Lars grumble at him. “I want to touch.”
