The Unexpected Yuletide Baby (Starscale Mates #3)

Chapter Three

Clarence

Medwin was always adorable when he was asleep. I’d seen him sleep all over the place – the nest, the couch, the bed and floor. I liked him best in the nest where sleep smoothed out the worry lines that almost always creased his forehead. Those lines had grown thinner during this period of peace. I hoped one day they would totally iron themselves out.

I cuddled in behind him, still hard, but not willing to wake him up. We needed all the sleep we could manage for now. There’d be little sleep to go around once our egg hatched. Medwin hoped for a daughter, but girls were in short supply in our bloodline, apparently. I figured he didn’t care much either way. He just wanted an excuse to buy cutesy things to decorate the house with.

I dozed off running my fingers through his hair and woke up with his mouth grazing down my bare chest and belly. Everything inside me stood up at once as all the blood rushed straight to my dick. My dragon let out a surprise roar that echoed around his inner sanctum as Medwin wound his fingers in the fabric of my pajama pants, pulling them down as his mouth dragged lower.

Half asleep and more than half-hard, I patted around under our pillows until I found the condoms. I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to go but I was ready for all of it. I was always ready for all of it no matter how careful we were being at whatever given stage of our relationship. I let out a long, slow breath and a smoke ring the size of a frisbee wafted from my nose. Medwin laughed as it danced toward the ceiling, and he freed my cock. A second later, the pants landed with a thud somewhere beyond the nest. He was always tossing my clothes out.

“I’ll live as naked as you like. All you have to do is ask.”

“Eh, asking takes time,” he shrugged, smirking and dragged his mouth down over my happy trail.

His tongue zigzagged around the little scales that grew there as if his muscle memory knew the trip well. I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as he leaned into my touch. What a beautiful fucking dragon and he was all mine – this winter and all the winters that came before and after.

“That goes both ways, you know,” he teased me, having picked up my thoughts over our mating link. “You’re mine too. This is all mine.” Medwin wrapped his fist around my dick and air hitched in my lungs for a second before whooshing out on the back of another smoke ring. “I’m the only one allowed to play with it.”

“I don’t think anyone else would be brave enough, dear,” I chuckled, my eyes locked to his fist sliding down my shaft. “You’ll put the fear of Juda into them.”

“Fear of the nesting omega,” he murmured the words.

“Don’t feed them to our hatchling,” I laughed, but the sound caught in my throat as he squeezed me harder.

Scales rose from the pressure, outlining his fist. Medwin licked his lips as my pulse thrummed against his palm. Our banter died out as I lost myself to the pumping of his familiar fist driving me to dig my heels into the floor on either side of him and to snatch up loose pieces of fabric from the nest. He shot me a dirty look about the latter, but I was the one who had to fix it later anyway. Not like the egg was toppling over from displacement.

Reaching up, I cradled his face in one hand. He nuzzled against me, a bit of stubble scratching at me, playfully. My fingers flexed against his flesh and he smirked, knowing exactly what I was asking.

“Ask me then,” he said, licking his lips again.

“Ask you what?” I thickened my accent to the thick Londoner talk of our youth.

A growl bubbled up Medwin’s throat. He always said that was the first thing he fell in love with about me when we were younger.

“Ask me for what you want. I’m not going to give it to you otherwise. I want to hear you say it, alpha.”

“Suck my dick,” I said, drawing out the words.

“That wasn’t a request,” Medwin said, squeezing me until my breath caught again and I thought I might not have to ask him after all. He let go right before the pressure was enough to undo my self-control.

“Will you suck my dick?” I smirked, almost laughing. “I don’t remember the last time I said those words in that order.”

“I will. I don’t mind. You should ask me more often,” he grinned, stretching out between my legs.

He placed a firm kiss on the head of my cock before dragging his warm, moist mouth down my shaft. I ran my fingers through his thick hair as pleasure spiraled around me. I lost myself to his giving mouth, my hips bucking up to meet him as everything inside me came undone. My dragon fire burnt hotter and hotter, tinging against my insides until tongues of flame tickled against the back of my throat. Sometimes the lines between fight/flight and aroused/pleased blurred for dragons. Sometimes it all felt the same and it always called for fire.

With his palms flat against my flesh, he pressed my legs further apart, making room for himself. I swallowed down the fire threatening to scrape and claw its way from me and gave in to him again. Gave in to his eager mouth milking the pleasure straight from my pores. My hips rocked up to meet his hungry mouth as I held back, drawing out the moment for as long as I could.

I let go of his face as my dick shook inside his mouth and grabbed the duvet instead. I slapped my hand and pushed it away onto the sheets. He was too fond of the flowered duvet cover to let me or my inner beast rip it to shreds – again. It’d lived on our bed for too long before it was moved into the nest to ensure he was extra cozy.

I swallowed a laugh but a smoke ring escaped my nose before I came hard, the proof of my pleasure spilling into his soft, warm mouth. He drank down every last drop before kissing his way back up my body to my panting lips. I reached for his dick and he shook his head as our lips met.

“You were dreaming about it. You woke me up with that,” he let out a soft laugh. “Made it so enticing.” He yawned. “Sleep now,” Medwin patted my chest before laying his head over my heart.