Page 43 of The Dragon's Stone Hearted Mate
“We’ve always been the point as far as I’m concerned, dragon of mine,” I sat up and swung my legs off the bed. “You. Me. The kids. Our friends. The people who we love or help. Sure, there are a lot of assholes out there, but they aren’t the point.”
“Patrica sent me a text telling me it was time to get my head out of my ass and come back to the warehouse because she’s pregnant,” he said, meeting my gaze, his lips pulled up into a smirk.
“What’s so amusing about that?” I asked, smiling back at him because I couldn’t help it. He melted me to my very stoney core whenever he turned those mischief-filled eyes on me.
“Everyone thinks this is a joke on Torvan but it’s not. I figure Torvan’s mate will be as devil-may-care as he is. Then eventually they’ll meet back up. She wanted to get rid of Torvan but now that cat is stuck with him forever. He’ll be her family too.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I haven’t known Mori long but if he were here he’d probably say something like her killing him now has them connected at the souls. Even if it was the right thing to do. I’m not saying it was. I’m just saying the universe is like ‘Oh! Yeah! Connected forever! Look what you did?! Now you’re connected by all this karmic mess. This is going to take hundreds of lifetimes to work out!”
“Do you want to have some breakfast before it burns?” he smirked.
“I’d love to.”
***
It took us a few more days of spending time together to build back up to the physical intensity we felt on that path in the Other World where Cutter interrupted us for Mori’s visit. It was as if Morvan had to shake the last remnants of losing his brother before the true-mate magic could find him all over again. It found him in the middle of the night. We’d fallen asleep discussing our family tree. Well, the branches that came from our previous union, anyway. He wanted to know everything about who we used to be and I told him as many details as I could recall but like much of life the little day-to-day memories faded somewhere along the way.
I woke up to him kissing across my collarbones and then dragging his tongue down to my nipples. Everything inside me stood up and melted down at the same time. I was hard and slick, and the sensations came on so fast and insistently that for a second, I thought I might’ve developed the ability to go into heat like a shifter. The magic of the true-mate response dancedacross my skin and Morvan’s nimble tongue traced around the tips of my nipples before going lower.
The claiming gland on my shoulder ached with the weight of its fullness. We’d left the ritual exchange of bites half-complete for longer than the magic liked. The magic was rude. It was the same magic that sent Torvan back onto Earthside. How many arms did it think we had?
“I can’t believe we waited so long,” Morvan murmured against my skin as he kissed lower making his way down my chest to my stomach. He stopped just long enough to swirl his tongue around my navel before licking lower. His thumbs tucked themselves into my waistband and inched it down. I arched my hips and wiggled until he had them off me as the magic urged me forward too.
“So long,” Morvan murmured again. “So much bullshit. It’s like everything just crawled in between us.”
“Well, there’s only air and your pajamas between us now, dragon of mine,” I smirked, meeting his reflective, draconic gaze through the dark. He was as beautiful as ever – strong features that often alternated between moody and kind. Eyes that gave everything away when I looked into them and big, strong arms that wrapped around me as he kissed his way back up my body to steal a proper kiss.
I died a little when his warm tongue slipped into my mouth. Everything inside me called out for more of him as the magic pushed and pulled us along on its currents. I wrapped myself around him and ground up rubbing my hard dick against whatever bit of him it found.
Morvan was hard too. Hard and thick and oozing precum onto his pajama bottoms.
“Pants, mate,” I whispered. “Take them off.”
He growled against my lips and the sound turned to a throaty laugh as I grabbed the hems of his pants legs and tuggedat them with my toes. I’d get my dragon naked one way or another even if his tongue was spinning and twirling around my mouth and making it nigh impossible to think about anything else. He rose up enough to free his cock and balls and I took him in my hand as we kissed, playing with him and reveling in the thought of how good he’d feel all buried inside my body.
His pulse thrummed against my hand a tiny million reminders that we were both alive and flesh again. Under different circumstances, I’d have demanded so much foreplay, and he’d have given it. He tried to give it that night but I had waited long enough. I was glad his brother was properly put to rest and no assassins would chase my dragon down in the near future. It was my honor to support him through his grief, but it all had worn down my walls too and I’d missed him so much. All the eons spent as a statue had worn me down and he was the only one I wanted. Morvan was the only one who made all that waiting worth it in the end. So, foreplay be damned. My omegahole was slick for him and ready. Either aided by magic or just from the sheer amount of time life had forced us to wait since our reunion. It didn’t matter which. I just wanted my mate and now that mirth and arousal danced all over his metallic scent it was time. I stroked him a few more seconds, coaxing a throaty moan from him that turned to a growl when his body stiffened from pleasure. Then I led him home.
I teased myself with the thick mushroom-shaped head of his dick and he moaned again. All the nerve endings inside me stood up, aching for his touch. So the teasing didn’t last for long.
“Ready?” Morvan asked.
My dragon was always the gentleman. I was the one pressing him into my slick, needy hole and he still wanted to make sure I wanted this. I swallowed down a laugh and it turned into a moan as he thrust his hips forward and gave me what I wanted. It took us a few seconds to find our rhythm but when we did everythinginside me stood up and paid attention to the spiral sensations traveling out over my limbs as our bodies rocked together. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life because I was never letting Morvan go again.
We lost ourselves to the magic flooding over us and the pleasure drawing us together again and again. Each thrust sent us closer to the edge of oblivion, and I growled in frustration and rocked my hips faster as Morvan slid in and came to a standstill. He brushed the hair away from my flushed face and kissed my lips gently before cupping my chin and moving my head over.
My claiming gland pulsated under his gaze and I shuddered in a moment of frisson as his tongue traced around its swollen edges. I continued rocking my hips and squeezing his thick cock inside me. He moaned against my shoulder and his tongue licked over the zenith of the gland. The clear magical stuff inside it sloshed under my skin and a second later I nearly slapped his ass when his razor sharp draconic canine bit down, breaking the skin.
The liquid was warmer than I expected even after having lapped up the same stuff from his claiming gland the night we met. My dragon chased down the true-mate fluid that ran in streams and rivulets across my skin. Through our link it was as if we relived our whole first life together in an instant. It was all back and the memories solid enough that I should’ve been able to reach out and touch them. Tears streamed down my cheeks at finally having my mate back in my arms. When he’d finished licking all the claiming vow syrup up, Morvan licked away my tears too and kissed my eyelids before his mouth claimed mine in a gentle kiss.
After the kiss broke, we pressed our foreheads together losing ourselves in the pleasure dancing between our thrusting, rocking bodies. With the ritual for our reunion complete, our pleasure mingled together, doubling and bouncing between usuntil I wasn’t sure which sensations originated in my body, and which started with my dragon. He reached a hand between our bodies and took my hard cock in his hand, stroking me in time with his thrusts as they came faster, sending us both ever closer to the oblivion of orgasm.
Everything inside me drew up tight and close and Morvan’s torso grew fiery to the touch as his dragon fire was stoked by our lovemaking.
“Are you going to cum for me?” Morvan whispered and a delightful chill shimmied up my spine.
“I’m going to cum all over you,” I said, my words morphing into unintelligible syllables as his big thumb stopped to draw circles around the head of my cock. The stones that made up my bones shuddered as my cock twitched in his hand. His name danced off my lips as I made good on the promise I’d only just made to cum all over him. He kept ahold of my cock as I rode out the stormy waves of orgasm. His thrusts came faster and harder and his eyes grew hungrier as he rode me closer to his own orgasm.
“Rho” he groaned out my name, sinking deep inside my body and drawing out all the pleasure tinglies still vibrating through me. He pulled back and thrust forward hard one last time, spilling his fiery dragon seed inside me. I held him there as we both tried to gather up our post-coital wits, but it was the middle of the night, and all that magic had taken its tole on us. It didn’t take us long to fall back asleep still connected at the hips.
