Dragon Eggs Under the Tree (Starscale Mates #4)

Chapter Twelve

Brender

A few minutes later, we made out naked in his bed. Stellan ensured that curtains were drawn shut, and the door was locked in case Oliver brought the baby back early. All that was forgotten as soon as our lips met again. Laying on our sides we made out like youngsters kissing for the first time. He tasted so fucking good that I could’ve kissed him forever. I ran my hand up and down his side and over the round curve of his hips. He was so fucking gorgeous and every inch of him made me want more.

Moving closer, Stellan hooked his leg over my hip, and I cupped his ass cheek, giving it a good, hard squeeze and then a few smacks. He growled and kissed me harder as my fingers slipped between the cheeks my face was buried in just a few minutes ago. I rubbed over his hole, working him slowly and ensuring he was ready for what we both wanted to do next. I slid my fingers inside his warm, wet passageway and he moaned into my shoulder. The sound vibrated all the way to my claiming gland. I swallowed down a roar from my dragon. He was ready to be snout to snout with his mate who dwelt within Stellan. Still, he’d just have to be patient because some things you couldn’t rush. I rocked my fingers inside of him again. His slick arousal gushed against my digits and his dick grew harder and harder pressed against my belly.

“How do you want me?” he asked, the words escaping his mouth in a breathless rush.

“How do you want me to want you?” I shot the question back at him and he let out a nervous laugh. “I’ve always thought the one getting penetrated should get more say in that than the other person.”

“Be bossy,” he said and playfully slapped my chest.

“On your back, knees up,” I growled. “That way we’re in a good spot for the claiming vows too.”

I kissed him before I pulled my fingers out of him and allowed him to roll onto his back. Then, settling between his legs, I ran my hands up and down his chest and stomach. We’d already had the baby talk so I didn’t have to ask him where he kept his condoms. Still, I drew out the moment so that he could change his mind if he wanted to.

Stellan reached between my legs and stroked my hard cock. I closed my eyes for a long moment and reveled in the softness of his hand and the firmness of his fist gripped around me. I ran my fingers between his cheeks again, coating them in his thick, gooey arousal before using it to lubricate myself. Stellan licked his lips and need flashed through his eyes.

“I promise to not get lost at sea unless I’m with you,” I said as it was customary to make promises or vows during the exchange.

“I promise not to let you get lost at sea,” he chuckled and beckoned for me to get closer with a wave of a long finger.

We shared a long, slow kiss before Stellan retook control of my dick and guided it home. He bit his lip as the tip of my cock brushed against his eager omegahole. I let out a puff of smoke and bucked forward, inching into him. Stellan gasped, eyes widening, as his body adjusted to me being inside him. Leaning up, he wrapped his long arms around my neck, and we pressed our foreheads together as I gave him a bit more.

I bit my lip hard, until blood dribbled onto my tongue. He was so warm, tight, and smooth inside that for a moment I couldn’t breathe or think or know what to do next. Then he rocked his hips, pulling me further into him. Over a few more back and forths, we found the rhythm between our bodies. His legs rested on my shoulders, and I took up thrusting into him, holding onto his thighs as he settled back onto the pillows riding out the waves of pleasure dancing through his eyes. The tension he always held wasn’t as strong while I moved inside him – pulling almost out before going in balls deep again – slow and steady, drawing out each tiny moment of pleasure between us.

“Closer,” he murmured.

I blinked, mishearing him say he was close. Then chuckled as my brain caught up to what my mate actually wanted. He wanted me closer – skin to skin – and lips to lips. Moving his legs, gently, I lowered myself down onto him. Stellan moaned, the sound morphing to an almost-roar at the change of position. His legs wrapped around me, trapping me against his lean, muscular body as we made love.

He clung to me as I thrust into him, meeting his rocking hips. Everything inside of me threatened to explode and I forced myself to slow down. We only got one first time together and I wanted him to remember it fondly.

“I promise I don’t want you to quit your job teaching,” he murmured the words and ran his fingers over my claiming gland. “I promise that I won’t quit mine either because I really like it.”

“I promise that I’ll always let you know over our link if I’m going to kidnap one of our kids.”

“I promise to call them our kids and not just mine from now on,” he laughed but the sound morphed to a moan when I sank into his tight, welcoming passage.

“I’d like that,” I said, thrusting hard into him again.

We didn’t talk about who’d have the first bite, but Stellan took that honor. His long draconic canine pierced the taut flesh over the gland and the clear, magical fluid full of my memories oozed onto his tongue. I wasn’t ashamed of my time as a gladiator. Hell, sometimes I missed it. I was boring as far as the social lives of gladiators went. Never knocked up a random groupie or caused a scandal. All my fame was from fighting. I missed the thrill of adrenaline that rushed through my veins as an opponent and I charged at each other. It was almost as fucking good as sex. Almost. Well, most sex. Not this sex. Not sex with Stellan. Nothing had ever been this good before.

Stellan was still lapping away at the clear magical fluid running from my claiming gland when I couldn’t resist the urge any longer. I bit him, borrowing my dragon’s tooth, for a fraction of a second. The good stuff flooded into my mouth and my brain lit up with some of Stellan’s memories – he grew up in a cozy house as an only child. His parents were doting and kind. He had a string of exes – a few here and there but none he took too seriously since he’d been waiting for me. My dragon puffed up at that little revelation. Then came the hatchling breaking free of his egg. So much of Stellan’s love poured into that memory that I almost teared up. He sobbed as he held the baby for the first time and hadn’t let go of him since – not really.

The memories faded as I lapped up the last of the gland’s fluid. I didn’t have time to speak before Stellan claimed my mouth in a long, hard kiss. His energy and emotions flooded onto me over our newly opened mating link. He was eager and needy, and I gave him everything he wanted. With easy communication wide open between us, I let go of the restraint I held onto so tightly before we exchanged our claiming vows. I gave everything to him and his body opened up to receive it. I lost myself in his warmth and his pleasure raining down on me over our new link. Together, we lost track of where our individual pleasure began and ended. We were one. Just one – one pair chasing the oblivion of pleasure.

Reaching between our bodies, I gripped him tight and pumped my fist over his hard cock in time with the thrusts between our bodies. It shook in my hand and he roared out his pleasure. A second later, he came hard making a mess of us both like he did that poor snowflake tablecloth in the kitchen. His back arched and I thrust harder – giving him more and more, while searching out my own pleasure buried deep within his body. My breath came out in heavy grunts the closer I got until I finally let go of everything. I roared, fire shooting from my mouth over my mate’s head as I spilled all my pent up pleasure and longing into his body. Neither of us stopped moving until there wasn’t an ounce of pleasure left to milk out of our tired, but satisfied bodies.

“I love you,” Stellan panted and the words wrapped around my brain like a warm blanket.

“I love you too, mate,” I whispered back to him, smoothing the hair away from his face as we cuddled up together for a nap filled with post-coital bliss.