Page 37 of Dragon Keeper
“Yes.” Sloan held him, and they both stared over the water. “I just want you to know that this is exactly what I wanted for both of us. I wanted a private, personal sort of space for us to share with—well, share if you’d like.”
“Yes, and your brothers will have so much fun here. And the children. I can see the triplets coming to swim and to visit withTanya. And our Fredda. How much would she love that? She already is a little fish in the water.”
“You’re reading my mind. I want her to be able to enjoy being here with us and I want her to enjoy the village. I want Aleana to feel safe with her here too.”
“No, I think she does.” Tyr didn’t want to talk about this family right now, though.
He wanted to talk about this amazing pool and pit. “Can we go in? I want to swim with you.”
Sloan’s answer was to begin to undress and pull his clothes off. Then he immediately headed toward the water.
“Have you been in yet?”
Sloan shook his head and said, “No, I wanted to wait for you. I thought it was important.”
“I think it is, and I think we are. I thinkthisis important.” He waited until Sloan was in, then he headed toward the water, finding it hot but not painful. It was simply an amazing soak.
He slipped in and wiggled around a bit finding the perfect spots. He grinned as Sloan laughed at him.
“You like it?”
He nodded. “I do. What’s not to like?” As soon as Sloan came close in the water, he grabbed his lover and held on tight, rubbing their bodies together in a greeting as old as time. “This is amazing. Thank you for making this for us.”
“Thank you for giving me a space and a mate. I feel… I feel as if I’m at home for the first time in my entire life. Is that odd?”
He smiled at his, oftentimes, strange mate. “Why would it be odd? You feel as you feel. I’m glad you’re home. This is where you belong, after all.”
“Exactly. This is where I belong. And I’m so happy to be here.”
“I’m glad,” Tyr said. “I also feel more at home than I ever have, and you know that I love my bees and my house. With you,though, it feels complete, as if we know what we want now and we are working toward all of it. Not just part of it.”
“Yes. Yes, exactly, and our families are important, but what’s really special is you and me together.” Sloan kissed him then, and Tyr caught his breath because it was the most perfect kiss he could even imagine.
They slid together in the water, and he thought about shifting but this was good as it was. No, this was better than good, and he could feel Sloan against him, all of that warm skin and some rough scales, could feel the way that they moved as they sank under and then popped back up. It was like a dance, and Tyr dearly loved to dance.
He held on to Sloan, keeping them close together. “Is it terrible that I want you to knot me right here?”
“No, it’s wonderful, although I think that we should probably move where we can hang on to the ledge so we don’t sink once we’re stuck together.” Sloan’s laughter made him chuckle, and he nodded.
“That is probably a fine idea.” No disappearing in a cloud of bubbles.
So they swam to the side, and Tyr propped himself up on his elbows on the edge of the pool, lifting and spreading his legs so Sloan could come in between them. And it was as if he needed no preparation. He was already wet, and he was already open. Sloan was so hard for him, and they came together in a rush of need. Sloan thrust into him and kept thrusting until they were so stuck together that it was nearly impossible to move, while the water laughed at them, pushing them closer and closer to each other.
It was as if this entire cave knew how much they needed one another, and when Tyr came, it was with a cry that echoed off the walls of the cavern followed by a moan when Sloan’s knot fully engaged inside him. Tyr wondered if he was going to possibly bear fruit from this coupling.
He certainly hoped he would. He wanted Sloan’s babe more than anything he’d ever wanted in his long life.
Chapter
Twelve
Sloan hummed, moving his hoard around until it pleased him, his blue stones over here, his honey-colored ones there. They matched his scales, which had always been sapphire and emerald and ruby and topaz to according to his brothers, but now he thought maybe sea and sky and earth and honey…
That meant he was destined for Tyr.
His mate was up above, working the hives. Brayden was flying patrol with Cade. And Riley… He wasn’t sure. He thought Riley might be up at the mountain. Or down at the ocean. Or?—
“Sloan.”
