“I’ve never felt anyone else.”
Bryant balanced himself on one arm and managed to cup Lars’s jaw with his hand, rubbing his thumb over Lars’s lips as that sweet body held him tight. “Love.”
“Yes, love.” They locked together, and he reached down and grabbed Lars’s cock and began to stroke with steady sure tugs meant to push his lover over the edge. Even as he did that, he thrust as hard as he could, and Lars took everything he gave and returned it one hundredfold.
They rocked and panted, and the air filled with the scent of them together, and Bryant grunted as his knot swelled. “Soon, love.”
“S-soon. Fuck!”
“Oh, damn, I love it when you talk dirty.” He grinned wildly, a baring of teeth that felt feral.
Lars scored him with those strong nails. “Knot me!” he wailed.
And like he’d pressed a button, Bryant’s knot engaged, leaving him too breathless for the shout that tried to come out. He filled Lars incredibly deep, and that was all Lars needed to come, spurting against him, making these wild guttural noises.
He took their weight as they fell to the bed, and Lars moaned, patting his chest weakly. “So good.”
“Perfect, baby. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Lars’s belly grumbled and rumbled. “But you better hope we come unknotted pretty quick. I’m hungry now, and these days, that can be dangerous.”
“Mmm. The sacrifices I make.” Luckily, he kept some crackers in the drawer of his bedside table.
He liked his dick right where it was, thanks.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
“Lars. May I speak with you for a moment?” Simon, Logan’s Keeper of the Keys, caught him in the market, where he was trying to decide. Decaf mocha cheesecake? Or white chocolate raspberry?
Maybe they would cut him one so it was half and half. If not, he could buy both…
“Simon!” He took a hug, his belly starting to become an obstacle these days. “How are you? I feel like it’s been an age.”
“Your mate, I think, likes feeding you at home.”
“Well, when we first found out we were pregnant, we ate at other people’s houses for a month. I think he’s been wanting to be more of a homebody.”
“Of course.” Simon smiled at Hilda, who stood behind the bakery counter. “Well, I was wanting to chat with you. I might have found a keeper for your brother-in-law.”
His heart started to race. Okay, this was super fraught. He would have to handle this with great care.
“Can you wrap up both for me, Hilda? And a cherry cream cheese for me and chocolate croissant for Simon.” They could get hot chocolate or something at the little stand by the main doorsand sit at the little indoor patio. It was getting too cold for the outside one.
“Por supuesto, Senor Lars.” She handed them pastry, then started wrapping cheesecakes.
“I’ll be back for those.”
They got little cups of steamed milk and moved to sit. “So. Tell me.”
Simon grinned, his quills rattling. “They’re cousins of mine. Sort of second gen, but still.”
“They?”
“Twins. Rainbow scales. Gold eyes. They’re so sweet, too. And they’re excited at the idea of being able to both come and serve a pair of brothers. And my guardian’s brother as well.”
“Oh! You mean one for me and Bryant and one for Lachlan.”