Page 31 of The Dragon's Emberlinked Mate
My dragon purred with delight. His hoard was smaller, of course; he hadn’t had as many years to gather things. But that didn’t make the collection any less incredible. There were gold chains of various sizes and lengths, all arranged nicely so that they were on display. My dragon recognized immediately that these were pure gold, not just trinkets you could find anywhere.
“It’s beautiful, mate.”
“What are the odds that we would hoard the same thing?”
I pulled him into my arms, setting the box to the side, his hoard mingling with mine. “We were meant to be.”
He smiled. “Can you tell me about them, about all the pieces?”
“I can do you one better, mate. Come sit, let me drape you in the gold like you deserve.”
I led my mate over to the Victorian-style chaise lounge that was white fabric with gold-plated trim and gold upholstery thread sewn throughout. He sat down, and I removed his shirt, then his pants. His hard cock leaked against the confines of his boxers.
“I want to see you only in gold, my love.”
Precum soaked through the fabric of his underwear, and I yanked them off. The weak fabric gave way to my strength.
Rhythe grinned. “Impatient?”
“You have no idea. I never thought of sharing my hoard with anyone; now I can’t get the idea of you draped in gold out of my mind.”
I looked around the room, not sure what I wanted to grab first. I settled on a thick gold chain with intricate links and smallcharms dangling from every other link. It was long, nearly four feet. The weight was familiar in my hands as I draped it over Rhythe’s neck and over his pecs, then down to his hips.
“This one,” I said, “I traded for two of my scales over three hundred years ago. The craftsmanship is one of a kind.”
“You traded your scales?”
“Indeed. That’s how badly I wanted it.”
“It’s beautiful,” he said.
“You’re beautiful. It pales in comparison to you.”
I grabbed some coins, more chains, and a few trinkets, all solid gold, and placed them over my mate’s naked body. My dragon hummed with pleasure at seeing my mate so beautifully decorated.
“Emmen. The way you’re looking at me...”
“Like you might be the most perfect thing I could ever put in my hoard?”
“Something like that.”
I closed my mouth over his hard cock and sucked.
“Yes,” he moaned. The metal clinked together as he shifted around. My mate, surrounded by centuries of my treasures, was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. My cock ached with desire, but I kept my hands on him. I wanted to feel only him.
“Emmen, it’s too much. I’m too close.”
I hummed, swallowing his cock, letting the weight of him rest on my tongue and my throat constrict around him. He threaded his fingers in my hair, holding my head. I worked him with my mouth, savoring every gasp and whimper that escaped his lips.
Then I swallowed again and his hips jerked. His cum filled my mouth, and I savored every last drop.
“Emmen!”
The glint of the gold shimmering on his body threw me over the edge, and my own release filled my pants like I was a teenager rutting around for the first time.
“Perfection,” I said when I let go of his spent cock. “You’re exquisite, mate.”
“I am yours, Emmen.”
