Page 57 of Visions of You
Keegan's silence was answer enough.
Jaron sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "I know I'm not much of a dragon, but I'm still a dragon. I'm not exactly fragile."
"I know that." Keegan's gaze narrowed. "But even dragons can be killed, Jaron. And I can't…" He stopped, taking a moment to keep a lid on his emotions. "I won't let you get hurt when I can manipulate events to keep you safe. I won't lose you like that."
His words disarmed Jaron.
Funny, Keegan thought, how uncomfortable the truth could feel to speak—and how effective it could be.
"You won't lose me," Jaron said.
"Will you stay, then?"
"You can't get rid of me now."
Keegan released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He tugged on Jaron's hand, pulling him off the barstool. "Come on, then. Let's go somewhere more private."
He led Jaron through the nightclub and down the stairs. As soon as they entered, Keegan closed the door behind themand turned to face Jaron. He didn't give the dragon-shifter a chance to speak, pressing their lips together in a fierce kiss. Jaron responded instantly, his hands gripping Keegan's hips and pulling him closer.
A low growl rumbled in Jaron's chest, the dragon in him reacting to Keegan's touch, craving more. Keegan sensed it in the way Jaron's grip tightened, in the heat radiating off his body. Keegan's own desire flared in response, and he deepened the kiss, trying to push Jaron further into that mindspace.
If Jaron was consumed by his dragon, he would stop asking questions that Keegan didn't want to answer for a while.
Keegan only needed to push a little bit and Jaron's animal instincts would kick in and do the rest.
But Jaron wasn't so easily distracted. Even as his body reacted to Keegan's ministrations, his mind remained sharp. He broke the kiss, panting slightly, and tightened his grip on Keegan's waist, keeping him close.
"Wait," he said, his voice rough. "You said we could talk."
"Is that really what you want to do right now?" Keegan challenged, arching an eyebrow. He ran a hand under Jaron's shirt, tracing his fingertips along the hard planes of Jaron's stomach as Jaron's tail wrapped around Keegan's leg—probably without conscious input from Jaron. Keegan smirked. His dragon's desire was so obvious.
"You're trying to distract me," Jaron accused.
"Maybe I'm just really horny." Keegan brushed his lips against Jaron's ear. "Aren't you?"
Jaron's breath hitched as Keegan nipped at his earlobe. "Always," he admitted. "When you're around." His fingers gripped the fabric of Keegan's shirt and twisted as he turned a heated gaze on Keegan. "I want to fuck you."
Keegan shivered at the intensity of his words, his arousal spiking. God, he wanted that too. Badly. "You can have a conversation or sex," he said. "Choose."
Jaron let out a frustrated sound, his tail coiling tighter around Keegan. "You drive me fucking insane," he muttered.
Keegan chuckled softly, his hands trailing down to cup the bulge in Jaron's jeans. "I know what I want you to choose."
Jaron groaned, rocking into Keegan's touch.
Keegan squeezed.
Jaron shuddered, a low growl vibrating through his chest. Keegan could feel the tension in Jaron's body, the war between his dragon instincts and his rational mind.
Jaron's hands moved to Keegan's waist, gripping him tightly. "You're impossible," he murmured.
"Says the man with the dragon wings," Keegan teased as he continued to fondle Jaron.
Jaron's gaze burned with intensity, a mixture of exasperation and lust. "You're going to be the death of me."
Keegan's heart skipped a beat at those words.
Quite the opposite, actually.
