Page 33 of Visions of You
"I know you want me," Jaron said. A small, confident smile graced his lips at Keegan's hesitation to reject him again. It was a knowing, teasing smile that made Keegan weak with affection. "We both want this," Jaron said. "Why fight it?"
"Because you'll regret it," Keegan breathed, but he was losing ground.
"No," Jaron insisted, moving his face closer to Keegan's, still with that easy smile, his breath warm on Keegan's lips. "I'll never regret this." He leaned in, closing the last bit of distance between them, and captured Keegan's lips in a kiss.
Keegan's resolve shattered like glass.
This dragon was too much for him.
How had he ever thought he could win a battle of wills against a creature that valued nothing more than claiming what was theirs?
He didn't resist the press of Jaron's mouth against his—couldn't resist the temptation.
Jaron was not the only one who felt the pull of fate between them. Keegan had tried to fight it, but in the end, Jaron was right; Keegan wanted him like he'd never wanted anything.
Keegan sighed into the kiss, his lips parting to let Jaron's tongue slide against his own. The dragon tasted as sweet as his blood had, and he smelled like a crackling fire, like a warm summer's day, his skin radiating heat everywhere they touched, as if he was a miniature sun. Except that he wasn't lethal to Keegan.
Not yet, anyway.
The thought and the sense of foreboding that came with it were swept away when Jaron's hand released Keegan's wrist to wrap around the back of his neck instead, holding him close as he deepened the kiss. His other arm snaked around Keegan's waist, pulling their bodies flush together as if he was still afraid that Keegan might try to pull away.
Keegan was too busy keeping his mind from spinning, overwhelmed by the sensations of being so close to his mate.
Reality was more intense than his visions had been.
It had been a while since he'd been with anyone, and no one had ever made him feel quite like this. Dizzy with need and desire, aching to be touched.
Craving more.
His fingers curled into the fabric of Jaron's shirt as his fangs dropped without his input.
Fuck. He wanted blood.
His ears focused on the sound of Jaron's heart pumping his blood through his veins and his teeth itched to get a taste as if he was a primitive animal who could not control his urges.
Jaron made a low, approving sound in his throat as if he understood and approved.
Keegan hesitated for a moment longer, his fangs still extended, his body trembling with the effort to hold himself back. He knew he shouldn't do this, knew that drinking from Jaron would only make it that much harder to hold back in the future, but Jaron's blood called to him like a siren's song, and he was powerless to resist.
With a low groan, he sank his fangs into Jaron's neck, piercing the soft skin and letting the rich, heady taste of the dragon's blood flood his mouth.
Jaron gasped, his fingers tightening in Keegan's hair, but he didn't pull away. If anything, he seemed to melt against Keegan, his body going pliant and soft, offering himself up to Keegan's hunger.
As soon as the blood hit Keegan's tongue, the visions started.
He saw glimpses of himself and Jaron, tangled together in bed, naked and lost in each other. He saw Jaron's face, flushed with pleasure, his eyes half-lidded and dark with desire.
He saw them walking hand in hand through a moonlit park, Jaron's laughter ringing out like music. He saw them curled up on the couch together, Jaron's head resting on his chest as they watched a movie, content and at peace.
He saw a thousand moments of happiness, big and small. Lazy evenings spent in bed, kisses stolen in the shadows.
And then, just as quickly as they had come, the visions faded, leaving Keegan breathless and aching with longing, the taste of Jaron still on his tongue.
He pulled back from Jaron's neck, licking the last drops of blood from his lips. Jaron was watching him with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
"Fuck," he said, rubbing his neck. "Now I'm really horny."
Before Keegan could respond, he found himself pinned to the mattress by a very eager dragon. Jaron's lips were on his, kissing him with a desperate hunger that sent Keegan's mind spinning all over again. His hands slid under Keegan's shirt, his warm touch a stark contrast to the coolness of Keegan's skin.
