Page 50 of The Ruby Dragon's Unconventional Mate

“You have to wait. I’m touching right now.”

Goddess, that little pout was adorable. “We can both touch. We know how.”

“I said I want to touch. I’m going to play, mate.” He bit Lars’s bottom lip hard enough to sting.

“You’re so mean.” Lars’s tongue slid over his lips, wetting them, tempting him into another kiss.

“Yeah, and you love it.” He could feel proof of that with the throbbing of this sweet cock against his palm.

“You know it. I need you like breathing.”

“I need you the same way.” Which was why he had to maintain a little bit of control. Otherwise, it would be all over but the shouting. And he wanted to have his knot buried inside Lars when he came.

“I don’t want to have to worry about birth control, love,” he told Lars. “But if you?—”

Lars put a hand over his mouth. “I’m not worried.”

“Good.” Thank the gods. He hummed, gripping Lars’s ass with one hand and that sweet cock with the other. He kissed Lars deeply, pressing in to taste, Lars’s flavor bursting on his tongue. So amazing, his mate. So hot for him.

Lars arched up, making water slosh all over the place. He loved how uninhibited his lover was, how willing he was to give everything. Especially for a dragon who had been masquerading as an alpha his whole life.

Bryant supposed it was just as hard for Lars to pretend to be something he wasn’t as it was for Lachlan and Bryant both.

Rocking up, he pressed his cock against that sweet ass, letting Lars feel him.

“More!” Lars growled at him, loving him, hands running up and down his back.

“Soon, baby. Let me taste you.” He licked at Lars’s neck, then pulled Lars’s hair down so he could run his fingers through it, glory in its beauty.

“Oh, that feels good,” Lars moaned when he rubbed his head, massaging hard.

“Uh-huh.” He jumped when Lars found his nipples with both hands and then pinched them between fingers and thumbs.

“So sensitive,” Lars teased him.

“So ready.” Bryant didn’t know how much longer they had before the water boiled around them.

“Then comeon!” Lars wailed.

He nodded, lifting his mate up, then positioning his cock where it desperately needed to be. Then he let gravity work, and Lars braced both hands on his chest as he sank down, eyes going wide, lips opening on a breath.

“Bryant. Oh, love.”

“Uh-huh. More. I need you to move now.”

“Moving,” Lars agreed, rising and falling in quick succession.

Gods, that was stunning. He grunted, hands on Lars’s hips, pushing and pulling. They moved together, waves lapping at the sides of the tub, both of them panting and moaning and really letting their bodies work.

His knots swelled, Lars clamped down on him, hole hot and wet, and they were both growling and panting, barely able to slide along with each other, and soon enough, his knot was engaged. Lars was clawing at Bryant’s chest, and they were both shooting hard, his seed filling Lars up all the way, so deep that he thought they would never come apart.

“Ungh.” Lars slumped against his chest, and he rubbed his hands up and down Lars’s back, laughing a little, joy filling him.

“Here I was worried you were dying.”

“Well, I was sort of. I mean, I needed you.”

“I must have heard you. Lachlan is with your family, and I wanted you.”

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