Page 201 of Heart of the High King
His mate kneaded Rafe’s gluteus muscles and while the human side of him wanted to be fucked, his dragon refused to wait that long. Instead, he pushed Aleksander away and tore his shirt open to bare his broad chest.
Aleksander lifted a brow. “Is that the way you want it?” Without waiting for a response, Aleksander ripped the collar of Rafe’s soft T-shirt and shredded it in the middle. Latching on to Rafe’s neck, he sucked, making him moan loudly. Rafe wiggled, twisted, and bounced on the bed until he finally got his dick in contact with Aleksander’s.
“We aren’t doing this with our jeans on,” Aleksander snarled, getting to his knees. With quick, economical motions, he undid his own belt and pants. Rafe bit his lip and undulated when Aleksander bared his cock. Once the other dragon’s clothes were on the floor, their gazes locked as Rafe fondled himself.
“I need to bite you.”
“Then stop playing with your dick.”
Not able to think clearly with his dragon ruling his mind and his blood pumping through him with such heat, Rafe squeezed his hardness with a pout.
With a roll of his eyes, Aleksander pushed Rafe’s hands aside and shoved down his zipper after popping open the button. “Not going to help, are you?” Aleksander asked, pulling and tugging on Rafe’s pants. Lifting his arms above his head, Rafe just enjoyed the friction of the cloth moving over him.
“No.”
When Aleksander finally had him naked, Rafe bolted up and hauled his other half to him. Aleksander lowered them to the mattress as he got his mouth on Rafe’s neck again as he rocked his hips, making their cocks rub against one another. It was glorious and while Rafe would have liked to enjoy making love, he was too full of lust to allow it to linger. His legs wrapped around Aleksander, and his hips snapped up ever faster as he raced to completion. His closed lids were squeezed so tight, colors danced across them, and Rafe was cursing a blue streak in between chants of Aleksander’s name. When Rafe fisted a chunk of Aleksander’s hair, without any hesitation, his mate bared his throat.
With a quick lick, Rafe’s teeth punched through his skin. An image filled his head of two silver cords twisting around one another as they formed an endless loop, and he didn’t need to be told that it was their souls binding at long last. The lost halves of a whole were now found, and Rafe pulled Aleksander tight into his arms after pulling his fangs free. Sealing his bite with a sweet kiss, he was surprised when Aleksander tensed in his hold.
“What’s wrong?”
“Look at my arm,” Aleksander whispered.
When Rafe opened his eyes, they met Aleksander’s, and there was nothing but love in them. His attention went to his biceps, and Aleksander’s mating mark had changed to showcase his dragon instead of a washed-out outline.
“Why isn’t my dragon black?” Rafe asked in wonder.
Aleksander’s brows drew together as he contorted himself to see the dragon that was mostly black but had thin streaks of blue dancing across his scales. His mate laughed. “I guess I’m no longer the only bicolor dragon.”
“I’m not bicolor; I’ve just got some streaks, and they’re your dragon’s fault. Sorry about the whole ‘attacking you’ thing. Guess my dragon waited long enough.”
“My only complaint was the searing pain in my arm right after a blistering orgasm.”
Rafe kissed him softly. “We did good.”
“We always do, and no more excuses, Your Highness. We’re going to add your dragon to the D’Vaire crest.”
“What if we didn’t?”
“Excuse me?” Aleksander asked, his voice growing testy. It was rather amusing that Aleksander was so set on making sure he had his spot in the crest, but Rafe had thought long and hard about how he wished to be honored, and it made sense to him that it be something that had always brought him joy.
“What if we put my sword on it? We could put it right behind the entire thing. It would keep the image clear and be easy to add to the pieces of jewelry, the wall in the throne room, and shit like that.”
Aleksander’s grin flashed. “You’re a genius. I love it. It’s a good damn reminder how amazing you are at swordplay.”
“I love you, Sander. Forever.”
Lowering so they were pressed close again, Aleksander brushed his mouth over Rafe’s. “I’ll always love you too, Rafe. Thank you for wanting to spend eternity with me.”
Rafe rubbed Aleksander’s back as their skin cooled and they simply enjoyed being together. “Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“What do you say we try this dragon bite thing again? Except this time, I get fucked and we both chomp.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Aleksander responded just before their lips met.
