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“No,” I manage to mutter, the heat of my fire already starting to burn in the back of my throat.

Fucking definitely seems like it could make things worse.

Better to stick with good old harmless oral.

That’s responsible, right? And people say I’m careless and immature.

“Suck me,” I whine, squeezing his horns and jerking my hips again. “Please.”

“ As you wish. ” His answer is a growl inside my brain that somehow raises goose bumps on my skin and makes my scales ripple at the same time.

Drax nudges me backward and I stumble into my chair again, my legs splayed wide open for him, my chest heaving with heavy, ragged breaths.

He loosens the grip of his tongue and the rush of blood into my cock makes my whole body tremble.

I thrust towards his mouth again, and this time he catches the head of my cock between his lips.

He teases my foreskin and one of the forked tips of his tongue laps up the thick, sticky dribbles of precum pooling on my slit.

The inside of his mouth is even hotter than I was expecting, sizzling around my sensitive, needy flesh.

“Drax,” I moan, stroking his horns again with both hands, kneading them like I’m jerking him off.

He shudders and swallows me deeper, taking me into the back of his throat without hesitation. Do demons not have gag reflexes or is it just Drax? Maybe I’ll have to hook up with a few more to get a better sample size. My dragon flinches, then thrashes at the suggestion.

Dammit, not you too , I groan inwardly. It’s bad enough that this crazy demon thinks we’re mated, I really don’t need my dragon buying into it.

I can’t argue with my beast about this right now though, not with Drax’s nose pressed into the dark thatch of my pubic hair and my cock buried so deep in his throat I’m surprised he can even breathe.

His prehensile tongue continues to stroke up and down the length of my shaft even now, each fork tracing a different pulsing vein, saliva and precum dribbling from the corners of his lips and dripping from his chin.

“Jesus,” I rasp.

“ Is human religion important for this? ” Drax asks inside my head.

I didn’t know it was possible to laugh and moan at the same time, but somehow, I manage it.

“No, it’s just… ahhhh… Don’t worry about it,” I pant, thrusting rhythmically into his throat, urgency and pleasure building in my gut and in my balls, and, strangely, around the base of my cock where I’ve never quite felt it before.

A warm, pleasant feeling throbs just behind my sternum too.

It feels like… pride, or maybe satisfaction.

Another moan builds in my throat and the feeling in my chest intensifies.

My hips start to snap faster, a constant stream of gasps and muttered curses falling from my lips, and Drax slides his hands under my ass, scraping his claws delicately over my flesh.

He kneads my ass cheeks then uses the leverage to pull me deeper into his throat again, holding my gaze as he does it a few times before I catch on.

With a horny whimper, I clutch his horns tighter and use them for leverage as I start to fuck his throat.

His muffled moans join mine, his piercing blue eyes clouding with pleasure.

The pressure around the base of my cock builds and builds, tightening and aching for release just like my balls.

The warmth in my chest throbs and pulses with growing heat, coiling tighter with the same urgent need building in my core.

Drax lets out muffled grunts and groans every time I fill his throat, his claws digging into my flesh, making superficial cuts that sting and then immediately heal, over and over again.

The base of my cock drags heavier over his tongue with every thrust, growing more and more sensitive, pulsing harder.

I pull back, winding up to fuck into his throat again, but my gaze stutters over the sight of my cock.

Not the way his saliva glistens on my shaft, although that is a beautiful fucking sight, but on the base, where I can feel that heavy, needy throb.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp. “I have a knot.”

He rumbles an appreciative sound, and literal flames flicker in his eyes. He slides one of his hands off my ass and wraps it around my swelling knot. I let out a strangled shout, pleasure spiking through me so intensely that my vision whites out for a few seconds.

I can’t have a knot. Only mated dragons have knots.

My dragon purrs in my chest, and flames dance on my lips as I throw my head back and whine, fucking into his grip, into his mouth, pleading unintelligibly for everything Drax has to give me. He squeezes my knot a little tighter, and I’m done for.

I slam into his mouth with a roar, my orgasm rushing through me like a tidal wave.

That feeling in my chest explodes right along with the pressure in my gut, pulsing the same way my cock pulses in the grip of Drax’s throat.

His body shudders right along with mine, and the smell of musky cum that isn’t mine fills my hoard room and spurs my orgasm on.

He replaces his hand around my knot with his tongue, squeezing and pulsing, hot and wet like I imagine the inside of his ass would be, gripping my knot, locking us together.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It’s so good… and so fucking bad.

DRAX

I want every last drop of my mate’s cum, smoky and sweet, coating my tongue and the back of my throat in thick ropes I can’t gulp down fast enough. My cock pulses and spasms untouched between my thighs, echoing his orgasm in perfect harmony, my release spilling onto the floor between his feet.

When his orgasm slows down, I wind my tongue around his knot.

He gasps and feeds me a few more drops of his delicious essence.

His chest heaves with heavy breaths, sweet little whimpers falling from his lips even after he’s spent.

But his cock stays stiff, and I keep my tongue coiled tightly around his knot, humming happily at the way he absently strokes my horns and tangles his fingers in my hair.

I knew he would come around on the mate issue.

He just needed to see how right we are for each other, and now that’s settled.

Mac is mine.

I can feel the happy purr of his dragon brushing up against our bond, reaching for me.

I answer, pushing my energy into the bond tugging at the center of my chest. I can’t wait to see his full dragon form.

I can feel the strength of it, brimming with the same wonderfully chaotic energy I can smell on my mate in his human form.

I stroke his softening knot with my tongue and push a little more of my energy into our bond.

My mate gasps and his whole body jerks, but not in a pleasant way this time.

His dragon feels like it’s yanked back like a hellhound on a leash, and Mac’s eyes fly open.

He pushes against my head the same way he did earlier.

I slowly unwind my tongue from around his spent cock and deflating knot, and frown.

“What’s wrong, mate?”

He shakes his head rapidly, which I believe is the customary way to say “no” in this realm. Good, nothing is wrong. I agree, our bond feels absolutely perfect. I nuzzle his warm belly with a happy rumble vibrating in my throat, but he pushes me away again too soon.

My mate is very bad at communicating, I think.

That’s okay. I’m sure he can learn, just like I’ll have to learn many things about him.

It’s wonderful that we both work for Auri and live on his compound; it will make getting to know each other so much easier.

We can move his things into my room and help each other on missions. It’s perfect.

“Shall we return to the compound now? We can retire to bed, and in the morning, you can tell me about the first mission Auri has for you.” I pull his pants up for him and lap up the last few droplets of his divine essence from his skin.

“Uh…” He shakes his head again, then stops and moves it up and down instead.

“You should learn better words, mate. It will help us understand each other. But for now, I think your answer is yes?” I clamber to my feet and wrap my arms around him, nestling him close to my chest so we can travel easily. “Let’s go home.”