Page 16 of Dragon Keeper

Mated.

He wanted it all.

“I’m here. Just let me…” Those fingers drove him mad, in and out, in and out, until finally Sloan pulled them free so that he could press his cock there instead.

He swallowed hard, his head bobbing as he surged up, taking the thick length of Sloan’s prick. “More.”

“All of me.” Sloan pulled him down, the thrust giving him the delicious fullness he desired. “Soon you’ll have my knot, love.”

He nodded, his groan caught in his throat. That was what he’d asked for. All of Sloan, every single inch.

Knot and all.

Sloan grunted, rocking into him, hips moving fast now. They were plunging together, the joy of being together fierce.

My beautiful omega. I’m home.

Yes.Sloan was finally where he belonged.

He wrapped around his mate, holding him close while that knot sank into him, then stopped moving. They were locked together.

Sloan grabbed his cock, stroking him with a strong, sure touch, thumb dragging along the shaft and making his eyes cross.

“Love. Yes. Let me help.” Sloan gripped him harder, then pulled, and he wailed, his ass clamping down on Sloan’s knot. Sloan’s growl filled the air, the sound deep, vibrating through the cottage and making the entire building vibrate.

Tyr let Sloan take over completely, trying to touch Sloan instead of himself while Sloan took him higher and higher. He lost the ability to think; all he could do was feel.

All he could do was fly and try to keep his wings under control.

Stop worrying. Feel. Feel me all within you.

I’m trying.This was too big, though. Too much, and not enough all at once. He needed to feel it when Sloan released inside him. He clenched down, milking Sloan and demanding his seed, his need, his magic.

They needed to come together.

“Tyr!” Sloan’s growls turned to a shout, and he felt it then, the hot, wet jets of Sloan’s seed. And he felt Sloan inside him in so many other ways as well. All the way to his core.

He swore he could stay right here, loved and full and whole in the sunlight for an eternity.

“Yes.” Sloan stroked him harder, faster. “But first. I need you to come for me, sweet love.”

Oh, he’d almost—almost—forgotten. He nodded, leaned up and lapped at Sloan’s lips. “Mate.”

“My mate. Oh, I’ve needed you.” Sloan loved on him, lodged deep inside him. So good, so perfect.

His orgasm was almost a second thought, his physical pleasure so small compared to the need in his soul. He had been too long without the connection he and Sloan needed.

Now he could bask in it like his bees in the sun.

“Thank you for trusting me, love,” Sloan told him, forehead pressed to his. “Mate or not, you didn’t have to.”

“I do. I believe in you.” And it had been perfect. Sloan had heard him and come to him. “Welcome home.”

“Thank you, Tyr. I can’t wait to explore it.” Sloan smiled, eyes crinkling up. “With you.”

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