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Chapter 17

Declan

A ugustine was so eager to please. It was like every move of his powerful body was designed specifically to drive Declan wild. The way his hips flexed, rolling between Declan’s thighs until he was aching with need that blotted out everything else. The way he dragged his sharp teeth down Declan’s neck had him throwing his head back, eager to bare every inch of himself for his mate.

They scrambled out of what loose clothes they’d put on to keep from flashing Poppy. Augustine pushed his groin against Declan’s, and Declan moaned, arching up into the touch, eager to meld them together, skin-to-skin, everywhere.

“Never thought I’d find you,” Augustine whispered against his neck. “Never thought I’d be so lucky.”

Declan shivered, running his hands up August’s arms, across his back. He cupped his palm against the back of the dragon’s neck and drew him down for another kiss. When he nibbled August’s bottom lip, August groaned.

“I never thought anybody’d really want me,” Declan admitted, flushed but well past caring if this particular dragon saw his soft heart. “Not like this. For keeps.”

August’s arms slid under Declan’s lower back, like he’d hug him close and promise him forever. He didn’t need to—Declan already knew that’s what Augustine wanted. From the very start, he’d been so sure. And for once, it was nice to let someone else be certain, to open himself up to the possibility.

He felt a warm rush of energy as August thrust his rigid dick alongside his own. All that pleasure, and it was his for the taking. He traced the curves of August’s back, squeezed the firm, round orbs of his ass and dragged him close.

Augustine growled, and something in Declan rose to that. They were both creatures—both dangerous and not quite human.

His horns sprouted out. His eyes must have flashed, but when August pulled back to look at him, he only smiled, his adoring gaze full of nothing but acceptance. Declan was a demon, and August wanted him anyway.

For a moment, Augustine pulled away, but Declan couldn’t complain when he returned with lube. “Do you want condoms?” August asked.

Declan shook his head. He didn’t need them—incubi didn’t get STIs, and he wasn’t sure dragons did either. But right then, all Declan wanted was to feel his mate, bare and throbbing inside him.

He spread his legs as August settled between them on his knees. The lube made a squelching sound when August squeezed, and the dragon’s cheeks went pink.

Declan laughed. “It’s fine. I like it wet.”

Somehow, that only made the color in August’s cheeks deepen. He caught Declan’s gaze and held it as he swirled his fingers around Declan’s entrance. When he pushed inside, Declan’s lips fell apart. He bore down, ready to feel him inside. Every part of him.

He’d never needed a whole lot of foreplay. Hell, being what he was, he probably could have gone entirely without. But August was patient every second, thrusting his fingers inside with firm, slow strokes. Twisting and spreading his fingers while Declan writhed under him.

“Fuck me, August,” he panted when he couldn’t take another second. “I need you, dragon, please.” He reached out, his clawed fingers scrambling for August’s shoulders to drag him down. He was careful not to scratch him, but even if he wanted to—well, silk-smooth scales rippled, glistening, over August’s skin where he might’ve risked it. Beautiful.

August let Declan pull him down. He kissed him, and Declan gasped in fire and warmth as the dragon crashed over him, lining his cock up and plunging inside.

Declan whined, but the sound was pure relief, like he’d finally found the spot where he belonged, the one person who could give him everything he needed—who’d let Declan take it.

Pushing his knee into the bed, Declan was able to flip them over. When he had Augustine on his back, he grinned down at the dragon, dragging his palms across his warm golden skin. He was beautiful. How had Declan not appreciated just how beautiful he was, before now?

“Such a gorgeous cock,” he whispered, petting the silver chest hair across Augustine’s pecs. “I can feel every inch of you. Every beat of your heart, like molten sweetness in my hands.”

Augustine groaned, his fingers flexing on Declan’s thighs as they moved together. If Declan lost himself in this moment, if he never came out of it, that’d be just fine. They could plant themselves together here, caught in pleasure, tangled up in each other, for the rest of time.

Declan had never been seen the way Augustine saw him—staring up with wide eyes and complete adoration, not because Declan was hiding some part of himself or using his magic, but because his mere existence made Augustine happy.

Declan could get used to that—being himself and being adored for it. He smiled, the corners of his red eyes crinkling.

“You feel so good,” Declan rasped. “Vital and full and endless.”

Was that because he was a dragon, or because Augustine was right, and they’d been made specifically for each other? It didn’t matter. Now that Declan had full access to the man, he couldn’t ever imagine turning him away.

Augustine licked the inside of his palm and reached down, curling loose fingers around Declan’s bobbing cock. Declan stared down at it, where his legs spread wide and his balls rubbed against Augustine’s lower belly. It all felt so good, so warm, but the loose, easy touch of his hand made Declan’s breath catch.

He swallowed hard, then met Augustine’s liquid silver eyes.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, and just that made Declan whimper. “I want to see how much you’re enjoying me.”

Whining, Declan rocked his hips forward, then dropped back, hard. Augustine’s steel shaft sank deep, stretching him wide with its searing warmth.

“Harder,” Declan begged, and at once, Augustine tightened his fingers, giving him a smooth channel to fuck. The dual pleasure had him seeing stars, but it wasn’t enough. Not quite enough.

His tail, teal but for the ruby red tip, flicked forward and nudged at Augustine’s lips. “Wet it for me.”

Augustine’s pupils blew out, his eyes almost completely black as he sucked the tip into his mouth. It had a spear point, plenty dangerous when Declan hardened it. But now, it was malleable. Soft.

He pulled it from his lips and let it flick back, teasing up the inside of Augustine’s thigh. “This okay?”

Augustine was panting, his lips slick and parted. He looked half mindless, but he nodded, and when Declan traced his puckered entrance with the tip of his tail, the dragon’s legs fell open with a sigh. “ Yes .”

Needing nothing more, Declan pushed inside, a thin, soft tease. He had full control, curling the tip like blunt fingers to search out the ridge of Augustine’s prostate.

He rubbed it, and Augustine’s mouth fell open. He gasped, and Declan felt pleasure pouring into him. “Just like this,” he whispered. “Give me everything, dragon.”

He rode Augustine hard, while Augustine fisted his cock and flexed his legs, trying to bury deeper, get more of him. The whole time, Declan caressed that spot inside his lover that made him wild. There was no sense, only heat and movement and friction, and Declan felt the rush of Augustine’s orgasm like a wave breaking over his head.

Augustine came, crying his name, pumping inside Declan’s ass with searing liquid heat, like he’d breathed his fire straight into Declan’s core, warm and all encompassing.

He lost himself, squeezed Declan’s tip, and Declan shouted wordlessly, shooting his pleasure into Augustine’s cupped hand.

He kept moving, milking every drop out of them both while that part inside him that was always hungry finally purred, sated and happy.

His body was slick with sweat, his lungs fighting for each breath, but Declan was smiling like a mad man when he leaned over and kissed Augustine, desperate to drink down every taste of him he could get.

When Declan tipped forward, Augustine’s softening dick slipped out of him, slick and spent and flushed. Gently, Declan eased his tail from Augustine’s ass, and when he fell forward, the dragon caught him in his arms.

What could Declan do but kiss him again?

Augustine laughed, the sound surprised and breathless and so, so happy. “You’re not tired?”

He grinned down at the dragon underneath him. “Nope. I’m so, so full. Totally awake. And I think I’ve got a plan on how to keep myself amused while you recover.”

“Oh?” Augustine’s hands smoothed down his back. Though his hands were broad and strong, they were soft. Clearly, Augustine was not the sort of dragon to go throwing fire or digging post holes. Good—there was no part of Declan that was drawn to manual labor. Much better to have his meals cooked by a handsome dragon before they retired to this gorgeous bed to snuggle and screw. “And what’s that?”

Declan grinned. He leaned down for a kiss and swiped his tongue between August’s lips, earning a soft moan from the man. With tiny kisses, he mapped a trail to the corner of his mouth, across his jaw, to kiss below his ear. “I’m going to kiss every inch of you I can find until you beg for more, and then, I’m going to break my rule.”

Augustine’s breaths came short and fast. His pupils were blown wide as he stared up at him. “Rule?”

Nodding, Declan nipped his earlobe, then kissed down to the round swell of August’s shoulder. “Yeah. I’m going to fuck the same man twice.”