Page 64 of The Ruby Dragon's Unconventional Mate

He leaned in for a kiss, taking Lars’s mouth by storm. He didn’t need to be gentle. Lars really was burning up.

Not delicate. I’m determined and hungry.Lars surged up, flipping them with a casual strength. “Mmm…hey, Bryant.”

“Hey, baby.” Oh, his cock was hard as nails, throbbing, his balls heavy as hell.

Lars ducked his head to nibble on one of his nipples, that heavy braid thudding on his chest. It was delicious, and he wrapped the hank of hair around his hand, holding Lars there.

“Mmhmm…” The suction became a little bite, and he shivered, his muscles going tight and hard. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes. Do it again. You make me dizzy.” He encouraged Lars to do it again.

“I want to make you a little crazy.” Lars switched to the other nipple, then fought his hold and slid down even farther, lips traveling over his belly.

“You’re doing a good job.” He watched, eyes so wide they pulled at the edges. “You’re doing a fucking amazing job.”

Lars ducked his chin, lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and he couldn’t have fought the deep, low cry for love or money.

“Love!”

Lars nodded, lips wrapping around his prick, sweet and easy. The suction vibrated down into his balls, and up along his spine, then settled in the base of his neck.

His eyes crossed, as one of his legs drew up, his toes curled into the sheets, his knee cradling his omega.

Lars sucked him as if he had nothing better to do, like he could stay right there all day. The emotions coming across their bond told him differently. Lars was just going to incinerate any minute, but he was controlling himself, focusing on Bryant, on their pleasure.

“It feels like heaven. You’re going to send me to the moon, you know? You’re going to make me shake apart.” The growl in his voice was unmistakable, unavoidable, and his need was raging.

The suction grew stronger, harder, and he grabbed his omega, dragging him up along his body.

Lars’s mouth popped off his cock, and he demanded a kiss the second those lips came into range. He devoured Lars, diving into the kiss with every ounce of passion he possessed.

Lars opened up, lean hips working to drive that sweet cock against him.

“Mmmm.” He said it against that sweet mouth, letting Lars feel how good it was, hear how amazing he felt. Lars rubbedagainst him madly, and he pressed a finger to that hot hole, testing Lars’s readiness.

His mate was wet and hot, and his finger slid right in without any resistance. “It’s going to feel so good. Touching you deep inside, giving you my knot.”

“Ready when you are. Bring it on. I need you.”

Those eyes flashed at him, and Bryant had never been more in love.

He rolled over—not roughly, because, strong as his guardian lover might be, Lars was still his pregnant guardian lover—and put Lars’s legs over the top of his thighs. Then, with no further ado, he lined up and sank into his lover.

Lars gasped, eyes rolling for a second, and then, just about the time Bryant began to worry, he smiled and reached up, bringing him down so that they could kiss again. He could feel Lars squeezing his cock, feel all the muscles twitching and trembling around him. He groaned into their joined lips, his fingers curling into fists on either side of Lars’s head.

“Don’t stop. I need this more than breathing.”

He almost laughed. “Not stopping.”

It would be easier to stop his heart from beating.

Bryant kept thrusting, his hips rolling until his muscles burned.

And all the while, Lars just took and took, yielding to him and letting him in deep and then deeper still. It was everything that he wanted.

Well, maybe not everything.

“I need you to take my knot.” He met Lars’s eyes. “I need you now. Can you feel me?”

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