Page 85 of The Ruby Dragon's Unconventional Mate
“I thought it was tapped.”
“Tapped. Pegged.” Bea rolled her eyes. “What the hell does it matter?”
“I hate you all. You all suck.” Logan was grinning, though, wasn’t he?
“I think they’re grand,” Bryant said. “Helping a guy out. I mean, I think Lars is like, earth god right now, but I was worried he wouldn’t want to do the thing.”
“He wants to do the thing. But more than that, he wants you to want to,” Jake said.
Logan chuckled. “That much is true. Dakota always said I was so clueless, but he wanted me to find him sexy, not to have to ask for it.”
“Then I’ll ask for it.” Tonight. Lars was resting today, the other omegas having gone on a shopping trip, since Lars had begged off. He was chilling out, not even working on his various school projects from home. So, he ought to be just energetic enough to have a little hammer and tongs when Bryant got home…
“Go home.” Jake gave him a glinting grin. “Because now you’re not going to think about anything else.”
“You’re right. And I love your kids, but I want to go love my omega.” He would fly. Fast.
He set down just a few minutes later at their house, ready and willing to show Lars how much he loved him, desired him. He wanted Lars always, and if he had been remiss in showing it, then he was a fool, and he needed to remedy it.
As long as Lars was actually feeling well enough to go.
He raced inside, Arthur blinking at him from the kitchen. “Bryan? Is all well?”
“I hope so. Is Lars upstairs?”
“He is.”
“Thanks.” He raced up the stairs, his body thrumming with need. It had been far too long.
“Lars?” He rushed into the bedroom, and Slippy and Andine jumped down to run from the room.
He must be broadcasting.
“Mmm?” Lars rolled over in their bed, blinking at him, his shining eyes bright but sleepy.
“Hey, love.”
“I thought you were at alpha and kids day?” Lars sat up, automatically reaching for him.
He came to sit on the bed, grabbing Lars’s hand. “I was needing you.”
Lars seemed to spark, his body coming alive as he leaned toward Bryant. “Really?”
“Yes. I was thinking how long it had been, and how stupid I was to worry you were too delicate for me to love you.”
“Oh.” Beaming at him, Lars pulled him close. “I’m not. Kiss me?”
“Mmmhmm.” He kissed that mouth deep, if not too hard to begin with, wanting to wake up his mate, warm him up.
Lars was having none of that, though. He tugged Bryant even closer, going into the kiss with gusto. They wrestled for it, Lars pulling him down on the bed, hot and willing, touching him anywhere skin and scales showed. “I need you naked, my love.”
“Yes.” He should have stripped off before he got to the bed, dammit. Wiggling around like a worm on a hook was not a sexy look.
“You’re always sexy,” Lars told him.
“So are you, baby. I’m sorry if I?—”
Lars put a hand over his mouth. “Just make love to me, Bryant. No regrets.”
