Page 190 of Heart of the High King
Chapter 71
Rafe was learning to simply enjoy life in the house that he’d finally accepted was home. Aleksander loved him and Rafe adored him as well, which was making him greedy. Smoothing a hand over Aleksander’s bare chest, he let out a sigh.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
“If my dragon left because he thought he’d never get his mate, why doesn’t he just come back now? I’m happy, and he’d have access to his other half constantly. You bite me all the fucking time and shift every couple of days.”
Aleksander kissed his head, and his bent knee swayed under the sheet that half covered them. “You know when Marcus was heartbroken and nearly died, the only thing it took was Damian biting him for his dragon to return. Part of me expected you to faint like he did at our mating ceremony since it didn’t happen when I sank my fangs in at the hospital.”
“I feel bad that Sorcery D’Vaire’s trying to work on this. There’s got to be other important shit to focus on.”
“Hey, nothing is more important to me than you.”
Sitting up enough that he could kiss Aleksander, he caressed his cheek. “I know. Everyone knows. You’ve been dragging me in here constantly.”
“I can’t help it. You’re delicious.”
Rafe’s lips were curled in a smile when they met Aleksander’s. “I might stop getting dressed in the mornings. I’ll just work on my computer in here naked with a bottle of slick next to me.”
“That could work. I’ll buy you a butt plug so I can just come in here and fuck you whenever the mood hits.”
“Shit, buy me chocolates once in a while or something.”
In a quick motion, Aleksander reared up and rolled them so Rafe’s back hit the mattress. The breath whooshed out of his lungs, but he still managed to laugh.
“Are you accusing me of lacking romance?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
Aleksander settled over him, and all his lovely bits were touching Rafe’s. It had his dick perking up with unmistakable interest in the long, naked form of his mate. The other dragon’s mouth landed on Rafe’s neck, which was one of his favorite spots to be kissed.
“You taste good,” Aleksander murmured against his throat.
“I need a shower. We’ve already fucked,” Rafe remarked, spreading his legs and undulating under Aleksander, reveling in the thick cock bumping into his. “Dinner’s soon, too.”
“We won’t miss it.”
“That’s what you said yesterday,” Rafe complained, his eyes crossing while he dug his fingers into Aleksander’s muscles.
Aleksander’s chuckle was dark as he lifted his head. “Good thing you bought all that microwave stuff, or we would’ve starved, but damn, it was worth it.”
“I’m not saying it wasn’t. We just need to do family meals and shit.”
“I know but I really need to suck your cock.”
“You’ve had plenty of practice,” Rafe pointed out. They both had since it was obvious they couldn’t keep their mouths, hands, or any other body part off each other.
“I’ll be quick.”
“Again, that’s exactly what you said yesterday.”
Ignoring his complaint, Aleksander nipped his chin and dropped little kisses across his chest and belly as he scooted to get to his cock. One big hand found his balls, and Rafe bit his lip as Aleksander wrapped his mouth around his length. When he started to use his tongue in ways that should be illegal, Rafe had a battle inside him. Although he wanted to come fast, so they wouldn’t miss dinner two nights in a row, he also hoped the pleasure would last for the eternity Aleksander had promised him.
Slapping his hands on his own thighs, his toes curled as Aleksander rubbed the slightly furred skin of his sac while he suckled him with increasing intensity, proving that he meant business. His breathless swear words filled his ears as Rafe’s head dug into the pillow. “Sander…Sander, are you…I mean, can you?” Rafe dragged in oxygen. “Fucking play with yourself.”
Aleksander’s laughter was felt rather than heard; then his other half hollowed his cheeks, increasing the pressure on Rafe’s cock. When Aleksander started to hum, Rafe’s spine arched and his breath caught as he spilled his seed down Aleksander’s throat. Forcing his eyes open, he shoved at Aleksander’s shoulders until he released Rafe’s cock with a sexy little pop.
“What’s wrong?”
