Page 86 of The Ruby Dragon's Unconventional Mate

“None,” he agreed. He was going to be a better alpha mate, dammit. He kissed Lars deeply, finding his naked form under the blankets and searching out all the changes in it, loving how Lars felt now, heavy with their baby dragon.

God, he was hot and sweet and wonderful.

Lars touched him back, hand sliding down his chest and over his belly to grasp his cock, rubbing up and down.

His toes curled, and he panted, his knot thinking about swelling already. “Careful, baby. I want to last.”

“I know. I’m not going to take it too far, but I want you so much.”

“I want you, Lars.” He stared into those shimmering eyes.

“Well, it’s a good thing that I’m so horny I could climb on right now and ride.” Lars brought his hand around until his fingers touched that sweet hole, which was wet for him, ready to be opened and taken.

So he sank two fingers inside his sweet lover, moving them in and out. Lars grunted, his body bucking, which was slower now than it had been months ago, but still just as stunning and beautiful.

He loved this silver dragon so much, and his body was so ready, but he opened Lars up with care, even if it went quickly. No hurting Lars. Ever.

“Not hurting me. Want. Please. Now.” Lars climbed up on top of him, which was perfect, because he could control the depth and speed that way. But he needed to know Bryant was right there with him, so he rubbed his hard cock against Lars all the way back, pressing against the hard cock, the heavy sac, and then against Lars’s hole.

“Uhn.” Lars raised up, then sank down, taking him in, the rush of it making his stomach clench.

“Uh-huh. Perfect.” He grabbed Lars by the hips. “Ride me, Lars. Show me how much you need it.”

“There’s nothing easier—making love with you.” Lars settled down over him, the perfect heat surrounding Bryant and making him gasp. He gritted his teeth against the sensations, against the urge to just give in and take what he wanted.

Lars’s body was slick and burning, and he whimpered as Lars stroked his chest, his belly, the light touches threatening to set him on fire. Then he began to move in tiny little motions, almost pushing him over the edge, which did not work for him. “Careful, baby.”

“Careful?” Those tiny teasing emotions kept up, and Lars watched him with laughing eyes, a teasing little smile on his face.

His hand slid up Lars’s thighs, ending up wrapping around the lean hips. “I’m not gonna be able to hold back.”

“I don’t want you to hold back. I’m not going to break.”

That was what he needed to hear, and he tightened his grip and dragged Lars down onto him, pushing forward with his hips. They came together with a slap, and Lars’s head fell back as he moaned. It was a beautiful sight—his mate, lost in passion? He wanted to remember it forever, but his eyes kept trying to close, and his knot kept trying to swell and his brain was just not having any of this.

“Do it again. Just keep doing that.”

And so he did it again.

And again.

Then again.

His entire focus was on loving Lars, on driving in and making them both fly, his own body screaming for release. He needed Lars to come, he needed Lars to prove that they were right there together, and so he grabbed that sweet cock and began to tug it hard and steady, needing Lars’s pleasure as well as his own.

The sweet body milked him, and he moaned, Lars’s face a study in pure bliss—lips parted, cheeks flushed, soft cries filling the air.

“Close,” Lars hissed. “So close.”

All Bryant could do was nod and pull and thrust. Soon they were coming, both of them flying together. Bryant could feel it,this deep satisfaction, like he’d scratched an itch that Lars hadn’t even known he had. Good.

“Finally,” Lars sighed.

“How beautiful you are. Perfect.”

Lars slumped down against him, blinking slowly. “Wow. It’s nice to have you home.”

“I couldn’t wait. I know that you were resting, but I tell you, baby, this was amazing.”

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