Page 63 of The Wrath of Ashes
Asha panted heavily, struggling to decide what he wanted, eyes darting about before Rath captured his mouth in a searing kiss.
Seeing to Asha’s pleasure, Rath reached between them to stroke his stiff cock, pumping with gentle ease as he built a steady pace—all while keeping Asha’s mouth focused. Rath reached for the back of Asha’s head and laced his fingers in his mate’s hair before gripping tight. Asha bleated with pain and pleasure, his inner walls tightening with threat. “Rath, please. I need to come off.”
“We both need to be brought off.” Rath panted against Asha’s lips and rolled his hips. “Because if I only get you off without myself, you won’t get what you’re after?”
“Cake?”
“Us.” Rath couldn’t explain the concept, but he could show Asha with a quick bite to his lip and another feverish kiss.
Asha panted through the kiss and surrendered to Rath’s clawing grip and urgency. The lull in his tenseness lasted only a moment before Rath drew a hand down Asha’s side, circled his hip, and drew back, slapping the meat of Asha’s full ass right beside his tail base with a satisfying crack.
Asha screamed.
The rough edge of his voice echoed off the chamber walls, sending ripples through the bathing pool that made Rath’s knot fill with a satisfying pulse that trapped them together with frightening strength. Lodged there, Asha threw his head back, voice cracking and petering out to the tune of his own moan as sweet relief blessed them both.
In Rath’s mind, over the sensation of orgasm, light, color, and sound blossomed like flowers, letting their magic mingle ina satisfying array. Caught in the gripping moment, Asha’s head lulled back, body jerking to the tune of his release, sharp streaks splattering the water. “Rath…”
Rath captured Asha’s mouth for a soft kiss, bringing him down slowly as their bond purred with delight. “You don’t crave sex, my love. You don’t always need to be fucked. Know this, my mate, you need our magic to touch, to peak, and to be close. This is the only way you know to achieve this.”
“I need you, so bad.” Asha’s shuddering chest rose and fell with harsh panting breaths.
“And you can have me, but you need magic. You need us to touch the pools of our power.” Rath reached about and captured Asha’s hand, lacing their fingers before drawing it to his mouth for a long kiss. The scent of their lust faded too quickly in the scented waters.
Coming down should have been a blissfully calm thing, but with Asha’s body shaking atop him, their lust cooling as his mind reeled, Rath could do little else but lift his trembling mate and offer him placating kisses.
“This is all I know how, and my thoughts are in chaos.” Asha surrendered himself to Rath’s hold, his wet, naked body holding Rath’s cock firm. A few minutes of holding one another with light kisses had Rath’s cock subsiding, the knot lasting far shorter of a time than it had during their full moon tryst. Nothing else mattered but their togetherness, and when Rath pulled them from the bath and carried Asha to bed, it was the happiest Rath had been since meeting Asha, an assurance of a future.
Wrapped in blankets amid Rath’s tidy nest, Asha curled happily, his tail making sweeping gestures of contentment.
Without a batted eye, Jeron brought their dessert into the room on a cart and bowed his way out, a half smile plastered to his face. From bedservant to valet, his transition of place inthe castle had gone well. Asha hadn’t seemed to mind Jeron’s former spot, as it was clear that there were no feelings. He didn’t even react territorially when Jeron approached their nest. Rath sighed happily.
Life was good.
Asha sprawled out languidly, his bare skin on full display as he lay on his front in bed and ate cake, bare ass plump and exposed. “Better take advantage of laying on my front while I can. I don’t want to hurt the eggs.”
“It’s less that you’ll harm the eggs and more that it will be increasingly uncomfortable. But the gestation of eggs is thankfully short.” Rath reached over to trace his nails down Asha’s back, tickling the muscles down his spine to get his wings to withdraw. Lower, he trailed his fingers to scrape the scales at his lower back.
Asha rolled over onto his back and stretched languidly. The shape of his taut belly hadn’t quite changed, but when Rath studied the sculpt of his belly, his muscles had definitely lost some definition. If he were human, Rath would have only assumed he’d become more sedentary. Though, dragons tended to maintain a level of fit shape regardless of what they did. For the most part. Galatan was predisposed to being of a fuller build, but even he was fit beneath the softness.
“I recall Mother when she bore Lapryda’s egg. She grew so fast and by the time I realized there was an egg in her—there his egg was.” Rath traced the line of Asha’s belly and felt his face twist into an unfamiliar smile.
“I like that.” Asha folded his arms behind his head and glanced over at Rath, his face a mask of peace.
“I’ll keep doing it, then.” Rath continued, tracing his fingertips.
“No, not that. It feels good, but your smile. It’s beautiful.” Asha grinned and reached down to hold Rath’s hand.
“You give me so many reasons to smile.”
“And I’m giving you two more.” Asha rubbed his belly once and closed his eyes. “You better be a good father.”
“I’ll be the best one I know how, but if I fail, there’s several uncles in this castle who’ll beat some sense into me and raise them well.”
Asha snorted and pulled Rath onto him for a sweet kiss. “Come here. Let’s get another round in while we can. There’s only so much time we have before I’m too big for anything limber.”
“Limber or not, I’ll fill you any time you ask, my mate.” Rath sighed and snuggled in with his mate, palm cupped to his belly. “I’m eager to see you fill out.”
Asha laughed, his chuckle sweet and sultry. “I’m curious, too.”
