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Pierce

Sexy as fuck.

“My mate…” He was amazing and he was reaching behind himself with two lubed fingers. “That’s so…fucking…baby…”

His grin was flirty and wicked as he handed me the lube like he was passing me the salt. “Thank you, Daddy.”

It might’ve been for the awkward compliment or taking the lube, but my brain wasn’t working well enough to figure out how to decide. “You’re welcome.”

That got a snicker out of him, but it was quickly cut off as his head fell back and he moaned. “You’re…you’re going to keep making me laugh.”

He liked it when I made him laugh.

“I’m not seeing a downside with that.” I’d make him explain it later…once his fingers weren’t filling up his tight ass. “Dragons above, that’s sexy.”

I knew exactly what it would look like too because he’d given me some amazing visuals of that view. Resisting the urge to close my eyes and relive the show, I ran my hands up his chest, flicking his nipples and giving them pinches as he moaned again. “One finger or two, naughty boy?”

“I…I started with one…for a…for a second.” He sounded breathless and like he was lying, so I flicked the head of his cock that was bobbing and begging for attention. “Ah. I…Daddy…two. I started with two. I…I always start with two. That’s the best.”

“My sexy mate likes the burn, doesn’t he?” The way he was riding his fingers said I was right, but the way the flick to his erection had his whole body lighting up made me confident in his answer before he even managed to nod. “I think you downplayed how much you like that, naughty boy.”

He’d technically said he liked the burn, but it felt like he hadn’t given me the most accurate explanation. “I…I was…I need more, Daddy.”

We’d come back to it later, but for the time being, I focused on his fingers and the wonderful emotions flooding through the bond. “Do you need another finger or are you ready to ride your dragon, baby?”

His whine was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard and it told me he couldn’t decide. “What about three fingers, then four…have you ever had more than four in that tight little hole?”

A ridiculously sized toy flashed through my mind and the bright blue color made it look like he’d been fucking himself with Cookie Monster’s dick.

A bark of laughter filled the room. “Stop that. You’re going to make me laugh again.”

Oops.

“I’m still saying there are worse things than laughing with your mate.” Wrapping my hand around his cock, I gave it a too light stroke just to tease him. “And there are worse things than finding out your mate just might be a size queen when it comes to toys.”

Nothing in his reactions or the emotions I could feel said he was disappointed in reality, so I wasn’t worried about that. It’d be fun to fuck with him about it at some point, though, but not for our first time.

I could behave myself sometimes…just not often when it came to my sexy mate and his giggles.

Merritt did his best to laugh and moan at the same time and must’ve ended up giving himself a good stretch because he nearly orgasmed too. “That’s…Daddy…I…”

Was going to come.

He was going to come was what he was trying to tell me, but luckily for both of us, I got that under control quickly and wrapped my fingers around the base of his erection before he exploded. “Fingers out, naughty boy.”

He was well past stretching and into seeing if he could get his fist in there.

We’d have to try that another time when we weren’t so close. Yes, we’d been laughing and cuddling, but it’d involved a lot of kissing and enough rubbing to get us both close to the edge. “Now.”

The firm order had his body clenching and his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. I probably hadn’t helped the situation but another flick to the head of his dick got his attention. “ Daddy .”

I wasn’t sure how much he was processing but he loved the firm tone, so I used it again. “If I have to repeat myself, my naughty boy won’t get to ride his dragon.”

And that had his eyes finally focusing back on me.

It took another couple of seconds before his hand moved, but eventually his fingers eased out of his ass and he pouted. “But I was getting ready for my dragon.”

Hmm.

Little?

Big-ish?

It wasn’t the time to ask, so I glared at him and shook my head. “You were playing with my toy.”

Sigh.

Pout.

“It was my turn.”

His adorable response answered some of my questions.

“You have to share.” I shrugged. “And I’m ready to play the game.”

More than ready.

His head cocked and his fingers twitched. I could see the brat trying to decide what would be better.

I won.

“I want to play too, Daddy.”

It was a close call, though.

“Are you ready to ride your dragon?” Going back to stroking his cock since he’d come down from the edge, I loved the way he started rocking over me. “That’s right. You’re going to feel so good.”

And I was finally going to come.

It felt like I’d been hard for years and I’d literally woken up dreaming of sliding into him. Which, thinking about it, might not have actually been my dream.

Bonds were weird.

They were useful, though, so I pushed my desire through it and pictured him riding me, cock sliding deep into him and stretching him.

Bingo.

“That, Daddy.” Eyes rolling back again, he pushed his ass back like he was imagining being filled. “I want that.”

“I want that too.” Continuing to jerk him off, I kept the image as clear in my head as I could. “Are you ready to ride your dragon?”

As he gave a slow, drunk-looking nod, he rose on his knees and pushed the front of my briefs down. “My toy.”

The toy in question liked that description and jerked to give its approval. Merritt snickered and his eyes lit up. He definitely wasn’t his biggest, but since I’d been referring to it as some kind of King of the Mountain game, I wasn’t going to complain.

Besides, it was cute.

No one had ever been that excited to make love to me and it was giving me a thrill I hadn’t expected.

“That’s right, sexy boy.” And he’d run out of patience, so I didn’t bother actually getting naked as I wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and moved the other to his hip. “Time to ride.”

Thank the dragons above.

“I’m going to have so much fun, Daddy.” His adorable earnestness made me want to laugh, but the way he slowly sank down onto me chased away anything but desire. “ Oh, Daddy …”

Yes, he loved the burn and the stretch.

His sexy moan filled the room as my cock filled his tight body, but it was the look of bliss and desire on his face that I would never forget. “Daddy…that’s…I’m…”

Full.

He was feeling very full based on the sensations that were flooding through the bond.

“That’s right, baby. Show me how good it feels.” I wasn’t sure of how much of my sensations he was getting through the bond, but for me, it was fucking perfect. “Ride your dragon.”

Because he needed to move before I went crazy.

A giggle said he might’ve gotten that thought too, but thankfully it just spurred him on and my sexy cowboy finally started riding his dragon.

Rising up, he sank lower and rocked his hips, the motion mimicking him riding in a saddle. My own bark of laughter pushed my hips up and I fucked him harder, getting a sexy groan from him. “Ride, baby. Show me how sexy you are. Ride your dragon.”

Instinct finally took over and his body started moving faster, clenching around me every time he bottomed out. My naughty boy loved it hard and fast and the game of riding me seemed to please every loveable side of him.

It also seemed to hit his button perfectly every time because he made the most incredible sounds when the head of my dick rubbed over it. “I…Daddy…”

He was close was what I was pretty sure he meant, so I was a helpful mate and wrapped my hand back around his cock, jerking him off in time to his erotic movements. My sexy boy was so appreciative, he cried out loud enough for most of the motel to hear as his orgasm ripped through him.

Again, I was helpful and did my best to keep his orgasm going as long as I could before he collapsed onto my chest and I finally let myself come. My incredible mate kept clenching around my cock even as the rest of him went boneless and he even sent me the sensations of how good it felt.

By the time I was as boneless as he was, we were both exhausted and it took more effort than it should’ve to just kiss his head and run my hand down his back. “Mate.” Bubbly happiness that felt like laughter filled my head and I could feel how content he was coming through as well. “Me too.”

That got a verbal laugh too and he turned his head enough to kiss my chest. “I like riding my dragon, Daddy.”

I couldn’t tell which Merritt was cuddled up with me, so I kissed his head again and agreed with him. “I liked being ridden.”

His giggle didn’t give me much of a clue, so I kept him cuddled up against me and chuckled as he shivered when my cock slipped out of his ass. “That’s not funny, Daddy.”

Yes. It was.

“Everything you do makes me smile.” My smooth response got a huff out of him, which just made everything even more adorable. “I have a wonderful mate.”

“I have a brat for a mate.” As he grumbled, he rubbed his face against me and wiggled. “I’m sticky.”

And since that was a cardinal sin in our new family, I gave him another kiss. “How about a bubble bath?”

We’d already had the everyone likes bubbles discussion, so I wasn’t surprised when I got a nod that didn’t tell me what headspace he was in. “When we get our big house, we need to make sure we have a tub we can both fit in. Then we’ll both have fun relaxing with the bubbles.”

Merritt let out a dramatic sigh as he nodded again. “Then I can have lots of toys too.”

Little?

“And then I can ride my dragon in the tub without making a mess or hurting ourselves.”

Big?

“Don’t wanna break my dragon.”

Little?

“Then we couldn’t play the naughty kind of games.”

Big?

“I’m in agreement with being ridden again and not being broken. So yes, the tub here is one at a time but we’re going to work on making sure the house we end up living in has a big enough tub for both of us.” That seemed like a necessity, not a luxury.

“And we need a big shower.” A yawn snuck out of Merritt as he nuzzled against me again. “That…that might be expensive.”

Big?

“You’re a mage and I’m a really good lawyer. Between money and magic, I think we can get you an expensive-looking bathroom.” If we couldn’t, we were doing both things wrong. “And I like houses, so I don’t think building one is going to be an issue.”

Nodding slowly, he turned his head and rested his cheek against my chest. “Have you…have you ever built one?”

Ignoring what I thought was another yawn he’d managed to hold back, I kissed his head. “No, but I’ve done basic research on the process and I’ve walked through a lot of houses in those fancy Parade of Homes things.”

I couldn’t decide if I approved of the business side of building a fancy home just to show it off to people, but I could admit that I loved walking through the beautiful homes. Building one of my own had just never been reasonable because I knew I should wait for my mate.

He might want a castle after all.

Merritt lifted his head and frowned at me, curiosity coming through the bond. “What’s your hoard?”

He got me.

“Houses.” As far as slightly useless hoards went, it wasn’t the most ridiculous I’d heard of.

Merritt studied my face for a few seconds before nodding slowly. “What kind of village do you have?”

He was really smart.

“I’ve got a few. One Christmas one I’m collecting and a few other different non-holiday ones.” I’d limited myself to one Christmas village because otherwise it would look ridiculous. They needed to match.

“We’re going to need a room for them in the castle.” Merritt’s immediate jump to the castle made me smile.

“I think that’s a good plan.” At the moment they were all in boxes and it was making me twitch every time I thought about it. “Maybe some shelves in the living room for rotating them in and out? Like the Christmas village?”

“I think that’s a good idea.” Sitting up just enough to rest his head on his hands, he frowned. “There’s a word for a shelf that goes around the top of the wall near the ceiling. I need to look up what that is, but we could do it wide enough to put your houses on there.”

He was the best mate ever.

“You take very good care of me.” Giving him a kiss as he blushed, I ran a hand over his head. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy.” Kissing my cheek, he seemed to be doing his best to ignore his blush. “I’m amazing and sticky, though.”

And a master at changing the subject.

“I can help with that.”

We were both amazing mates.