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Jaron closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling of Keegan's lips on his skin, the dragon inside him quieted for once, happy to let his vampire take charge of the moment, happy to let his vampire do whatever the fuck he pleased with Jaron.
Jaron was his, wholly and completely.
For a heartbeat or two, Jaron's perception dissolved and all he could feel anymore was Keegan, his thoughts and fears, as clearly as if they were his own. It was strange and yet, at the same time, it felt entirely natural, as if his soul had been crying out for this kind of closeness all along.
"Jaron," Keegan whispered his name as he let go of his neck, closing the wound, and Jaron knew that he felt the same way. Keegan's skin might be cold, but his presence inside Jaron's heart was a warm and comforting weight that seemed to fill the hollow places in his soul.
Pulling back slightly, Jaron gazed down at his mate, the vampire's eyes full of desire and something else, something soft and vulnerable that took Jaron's breath away. It was a look he had never seen on Keegan's face before, and it made his chest ache with a tenderness he had never known he was capable of feeling.
Keegan's lips were stained red with Jaron's blood, and Jaron couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him, gently at first, then deeper, as the reality, the joy, of their bond sank in. They were mates, tied together in a way that transcended time and space, and nothing in this world or any other could ever tear them apart.
Not even fate.
Jaron wouldn't let it.
He moved again, rocking his hips against Keegan's in a slow, steady rhythm. There was no rush now, nothing but the need to savor the moment, to revel in the connection of their minds and bodies.
Every stroke of Jaron's cock inside Keegan seemed to send a jolt of pleasure through them both, and soon Keegan was gasping, clutching at Jaron as his orgasm approached with relentless certainty.
Jaron could feel it building inside him as well, the tightening of his balls, the tension coiling within him. With every thrust he felt the edge approaching, until finally it was upon him and he tumbled over, his orgasm, both their orgasms, sweeping through him with the force of an avalanche.
It was a different kind of climax than any he'd had before, one that seemed to shatter him and remake him anew, leaving him raw and shaken in its wake.
He collapsed atop his mate, his breathing ragged and heavy, his heart racing in his chest as he came down from the high of ecstasy.
Keegan's arms wrapped around him, holding him close and anchoring him, keeping him from drifting too far from reality in the aftermath. Jaron nuzzled Keegan, the dragon within him utterly content to curl around Keegan's soul brushing against his own.
For the first time since meeting his mate, everything was exactly as it should be.
Jaron's mind was silent, his dragon sated.
He had what he wanted.
For the first time in his life, he felt like a proper dragon—and like a proper dragon he would fight to keep what was his.
CHAPTER 17
Keegan woke up after what felt like a few hours of sleep to find Jaron still curled up against him, sound asleep and looking utterly content.
A smile stole on Keegan's face. He couldn't help it. His dragon was too adorable. His mate.
The enormity of the thought struck Keegan.
He should have refused Jaron, should have resisted him, but he hadn't managed. He'd wanted everything that Jaron promised him too desperately to refuse.
Gently, Keegan leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the sleeping dragon's forehead. Jaron stirred slightly but didn't wake, his breathing remaining deep and even. The taste of Jaron's blood still lingered on Keegan's tongue, a reminder that it would be the only blood he'd drink from here on out. As he gazed at his mate, a sudden flash of vision struck Keegan, showing Jaron's mother calling him in a rage.
Keegan huffed. He wasn't going to let that woman disturb this moment.
Acting quickly, Keegan fished Jaron's phone out of the pocket of his discarded pants and turned it off. He'd apologize later.
Maybe.
Keegan looked at the phone in his hand a moment longer.
The vision just now had been so clear. He'd even been able to hear the words Jaron said in response to his mother. 'I don't care what you think. He's my mate.'
Jaron's parents weren't going to be happy with their son's relationship. Of course not. High society dragons like Jaron's family would never be seen mingling with the likes of vampires.
