Page 71 of Visions of You
Was that consent?
Not quite good enough.
Not when he'd been so reluctant before.
"Will you let me top tonight?" Jaron asked.
Keegan licked his lips, gaze drawn to Jaron's fingers. Jaron would have given a lot for someone to tell him exactly what was going on in that vampire's head. Probably some needlessly complicated calculation.
Jaron gave him another quick kiss, if only to pull him out of his thoughts. "Please?" he tried, whispering the word into Keegan's ear.
"Fuck," Keegan muttered softly.
Jaron would have loved to take that as confirmation, but 'fuck' wasn't 'yes.'
It could turn into yes, though.
Jaron prodded Keegan's hole with his fingers, much the same way Keegan had done to him the other night. "Let me in?" he asked.
Keegan's eyes fluttered closed. "I know you think you won't hurt me," he said, and Jaron realized he wasn't talking about sex but about their future. "But I can easily picture myself doing something to deserve it."
Jaron stared at Keegan. That was the most ridiculous thing he'd heard all day. "Listen to me," Jaron said. "There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that you could ever do to make me hurt you. I don't care what mistakes you might make or what your visionsshow. I might yell at you or tell you that you're being a fucking asshole, but I will never lay a hand on you in anger. Never."
Keegan's eyes searched Jaron's, a flicker of hope warring with the shadows of doubt. "You don't know that. I'm not as noble as you. I'm a vampire. What if?—"
"No." Jaron leaned forward again. "No more what-ifs," he whispered against Keegan's mouth. "I choose you, Keegan. I choose us. And I will fight tooth and nail against anything that tries to tear us apart. You may be a vampire, but I am a dragon, and dragons take care of their treasures."
A shudder ran through Keegan's body, and he surged up, capturing Jaron's lips in a kiss. Jaron could taste Keegan's desperation in it, felt the way his mate clung to him as if he were the only solid thing in a world turned upside down.
Jaron was okay with Keegan clinging to him. More than okay.
Whatever the future threw at him, he'd find a way to deal with it.
Anything for his mate.
He smoothed his hands over Keegan's back. "Let me take care of you," he murmured, trailing kisses along Keegan's jaw. "Let me treasure you."
Keegan's fingers tangled in his hair. "Do it," he breathed, and there was no mistaking the consent in his tone.
Jaron's heart soared, and he lowered Keegan back onto the bed, settling between his legs once more.
Sowly Jaron pushed one slick finger inside, enjoying the gasp that fell from Keegan's mouth. He took his time, working Keegan open with gentle, thorough strokes, watching him all the while.
Keegan's half-lidded gaze as Jaron moved his finger in and out of him was a sight he could get addicted to.
Jaron smiled and added a second finger, suppressing the dragon in him that wanted to get on with the main act right away— before Keegan could change his mind again. He wasn't going to risk harming Keegan, though, even if his cock was painfully hard in his pants, wanting inside.
He shoved his fingers deep, watching Keegan's eyes close once more as a breathless noise spilled from his lips.
"Fuck," Keegan cursed as Jaron curled his fingers just a little.
Jaron groaned. Gods, he didn't think he could hold back much longer. He needed to know what it was like to bury himself in Keegan, needed to feel the vampire squeeze around his cock the way he squeezed around his fingers now.
"Jaron, please," Keegan panted, obviously wanting the same thing. "I'm a vampire, I don't need more prep."
In response to those words, the last dregs of Jaron's self-restraint evaporated.
The need to claim, to bond, was an overwhelming force that coursed through his veins like liquid fire.
