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Chapter Twenty-Seven

S kippy couldn't shift. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it. He'd been at it for a couple of hours. It meant Yael was right. Damn it.

"You can bite me again. It might help." Yael was somewhere behind him. His voice was gentle, almost apologetic.

"This is exactly what you wanted." Skippy growled and whipped around to face Yael.

Yael shook his head. "I want you to be better. Anything less worries me."

A part of Skippy wanted to argue more. Even though it sent knives into his skull, although not nearly as bad as trying to shift.

"You need to calm down."

"You arguing with me didn't help."

Yael averted his gaze. "I know. I just don't think you're ready for something as strenuous and stressful as chasing after a killer. Doing so would have made your head worse."

Damned if Yael wasn't right about that, too.

"Come here." Skippy was too tired to go to Yael. All he wanted to do was lay down somewhere and take a nap, preferably after making love. But he didn’t want to do it in Enzo's backyard, with half Skippy's family watching them. At least the sheriff had left.

Yael came to him without arguing. He wrapped his arms around Skippy. "I really didn't want to be right. I promise, Simon."

"It was a dick thing to say. I'm sorry." The longer Skippy held Yael, the more he could feel his body loosen up. "I hate feeling like my body doesn't work the way I want it to."

Yael kissed his neck. "My offer is still on the table."

"What offer is that, baby?" Skippy ran his hand down Yael's back to the swell of his ass.

"Bonding. Properly this time. My blood might help." Yael kissed him again. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. Can we make up now?"

Skippy breathed in Yael's scent before kissing his mating mark. At least his injury didn't affect his sense of smell. "Let's make it right again."

Yael led Skippy into the house. They went in through a side entrance which ended up not being very far from what was essentially Skippy's hospital room, but they needed little. Having each other was enough.

Skippy wasn't clothed because he'd been trying to shift, but Yael had way too many clothes on.

"Arms up, boy." Skippy helped Yael take off his shirt. He drew him into his arms and kissed him on his mating mark. The skin-on-skin contact was exactly what Skippy needed.

His head didn't ache nearly as much, and he was sure it had everything to do with Yael's ability to calm him.

He also felt his fangs drop and his vision sharpened, which meant his eyes had shifted.

He met Yael's gaze and batted his eyelashes, grinning. "Look what you did."

Yael cupped his cheek. "You just need to not stress so much. Let yourself heal. Nothing else matters. Daddy."

"You matter more than anything else." Skippy kissed him before Yael could argue the point and he would. Yael was fierce in his protectiveness. "Mama Bear."

Yael smiled. "It should be Mama dragon. Not bear."

"Okay, Mama Dragon." Skippy pressed his forehead against Yael's. "I'm sorry for our fight."

"I'm sorry, too. I should have known all it would do was stress you out." Yael wiggled against Skippy. "I can feel you. You're hard."

Skippy wiggled his eyebrows. "Is it turning you on?"

Yael took Skippy's cock in his hand, running his thumb against the slit.

Skippy hissed.

He worked on the button of Yael's pants and then the zipper. "Step out of them, boy."

Yael had to let go of Skippy's cock, but he did what Skippy told him.

When they were both naked, Skippy lifted Yael into his arms and carried him to bed.

Yael clung to him and kissed where he could reach. He kissed the place where he would leave a mating mark and then bit it. He didn't break the skin, but the promise was there.

"You can bite me whenever you want." Skippy's consent made Yael bit down a little harder. Yael whimpered. He might have been wanting to complete the bond for a long time. The need to belong to Yael sat inside Skippy too. It burned, the flame growing with each passing day.

Yael licked where his teeth had been and then further up his neck. "I want you inside me first."

Skippy lay Yael down but didn't settle over him right away. Instead, he searched for lube. The room was set up as though it belonged in a hospital and had most of the things a doctor would need for their patient. He wasn't sure in what capacity a doctor would use lube on a patient, but he found some in a drawer in the bathroom.

When he came back to the bed, Yael had taken his cock in hand and jacked himself off with lazy strokes.

Skippy put the lube on the bed beside Yael’s hip and then settled between Yael's long, thin legs.

Yael pulled his legs back, giving Skippy room.

Skippy removed Yael's hand from his cock and kissed the center of his palm before meeting his gaze. "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, boy."

"But I ache."

Skippy replaced Yael's touch with his own, only he licked the precum off the tip first. "Are you going to call me daddy again?"

"Daddy." Yael had just enough of a whine in his tone to make Skippy's cock ache too.

"Good boy." Skippy rewarded him by wrapping his lips around Yael's cock and taking him into his mouth.

Yael moaned. He panted as Skippy took him to the back of his throat and then held him there for long seconds before pulling off part way. He hollowed his cheeks, creating suction he couldn't keep up for very long without needing to breathe, but he would go as long as he could.

Yael cursed and fisted Skippy's hair as if it were the lap bar to an amusement ride.

Skippy wanted Yael to come on his cock, so he didn't keep it up as long as he could have.

He grabbed the lube and put some on his fingers before circling Yael's opening.

"Oh, gods." Yael moaned when Skippy pushed inside him. It didn't take long for him to try to counter the pace Skippy set, which was glacial. Yael was still so tight. He needed a lot of prep before Skippy entered him.

Skippy kissed the tip of Yael's cock before working his way down the shaft.

It was clear Yael's goal was to come as soon as possible, and Skippy couldn't let that happen. Not yet. Not until Skippy was inside him. But Skippy wasn't helping his cause by sucking on Yael's cock as though it were his next mission in life. The problem was he loved sucking cock more than just about anything, except for maybe fucking.

Skippy licked Yael's balls, taking each one into his mouth as he added another finger.

The grip Yael had on Skippy's hair grew a little fiercer. "Please, Daddy."

Yael was close to being ready for him. Skippy scissored his fingers a few times before pulling out and kissing his way up Yael's body.

Yael attacked Skippy's lips, sucking on them as if he wished his lips were Skippy's cock.

Skippy positioned himself before sinking into Yael. At first, he didn't push in further than getting the tip inside. He wanted to give Yael time to adjust.

Yael had other plans. He lifted his hips, which made Skippy's cock sink in a little further with no help from Skippy.

Skippy hissed. His dragon came to the surface. "Mine. My mate."

Skippy began moving in slow shallow thrusts that grew with intensity the longer he was inside Yael.

Yael wrapped his legs around Skippy as if hanging on for the ride. His fangs dropped and his eyes turned reptilian. He growled when he met Skippy's gaze. It was as if he thought Skippy kept him from completing the bond.

Skippy tilted his head to the side, giving Yael access. And then Yael struck. The pleasure was overwhelming.

Instinct took over. All he thought about was bonding and chasing his orgasm in that order.

He tried to be gentle when he bit Yael. He wasn't sure if he'd been gentle the first time. He'd been too out of it to remember it clearly, but he wanted to the second time.

The feeling of rightness flooded his system. He'd felt as if he belonged to something for the first time in his life. The thought confused him because he'd belonged to the Dragon Skulls for a long time. He had a family already. Yael was a part of that now. And then he realized the thought didn't come from him. It came from Yael.

Skippy hadn't realized Yael had an issue with feeling as though he didn't have a family to belong to, but it made sense. Especially when his family had hurt him so much in the past.

Skippy wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. He reached for Yael's cock when Yael's muscles tightened around him and then a warm wetness coated their abdomens.

Skippy let himself lose control then. His orgasm was so intense he had to stop biting Yael for fear he'd hurt him. He stilled inside after the pleasure spiked and then gave a couple of shallow thrusts before his muscles turned to mush.

Skippy sniffed Yael, scenting his blood. A few drops had leaked out of the wound, so he licked them off before kissing it. Mine.

Yours, Daddy.

Yael didn't let him go yet. His teeth stung a bit. He didn't drink from Skippy anymore.

Are you okay, boy?

Yes. We're bonded. It's official. You're mine now.

"That's right, baby. It's you and me now. I'm all yours." Skippy had been all in since day one. Nothing about that had changed.

Yael pulled his teeth out. "Is your headache better?"

"A bit." It wasn't gone, but it didn't hurt as badly.

"I hope my blood helped and you'll be able to shift soon."

"I'm relaxed. That must help too, right?" Skippy had never been more relaxed in his life.

"I bet it helps." Yael snuggled into him. "Are you still going after Andre?"

"Not right this second." But he'd gather the family, and they would head out whether or not he shifted. He wouldn't tell Yael that yet. It would just start another argument.

Yael tightened his hold. "Okay."

That was as close to giving in as they would get.