Page 27 of The Dragon’s Stone Hearted Mate (Mori’s Mementos #1)
His pulse thrummed against my hand a tiny million reminders that we were both alive and flesh again.
Under different circumstances, I’d have demanded so much foreplay, and he’d have given it.
He tried to give it that night but I had waited long enough.
I was glad his brother was properly put to rest and no assassins would chase my dragon down in the near future.
It was my honor to support him through his grief, but it all had worn down my walls too and I’d missed him so much.
All the eons spent as a statue had worn me down and he was the only one I wanted.
Morvan was the only one who made all that waiting worth it in the end.
So, foreplay be damned. My omegahole was slick for him and ready.
Either aided by magic or just from the sheer amount of time life had forced us to wait since our reunion.
It didn’t matter which. I just wanted my mate and now that mirth and arousal danced all over his metallic scent it was time.
I stroked him a few more seconds, coaxing a throaty moan from him that turned to a growl when his body stiffened from pleasure. Then I led him home.
I teased myself with the thick mushroom-shaped head of his dick and he moaned again. All the nerve endings inside me stood up, aching for his touch. So the teasing didn’t last for long.
“Ready?” Morvan asked.
My dragon was always the gentleman. I was the one pressing him into my slick, needy hole and he still wanted to make sure I wanted this.
I swallowed down a laugh and it turned into a moan as he thrust his hips forward and gave me what I wanted.
It took us a few seconds to find our rhythm but when we did everything inside me stood up and paid attention to the spiral sensations traveling out over my limbs as our bodies rocked together.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life because I was never letting Morvan go again.
We lost ourselves to the magic flooding over us and the pleasure drawing us together again and again.
Each thrust sent us closer to the edge of oblivion, and I growled in frustration and rocked my hips faster as Morvan slid in and came to a standstill.
He brushed the hair away from my flushed face and kissed my lips gently before cupping my chin and moving my head over.
My claiming gland pulsated under his gaze and I shuddered in a moment of frisson as his tongue traced around its swollen edges.
I continued rocking my hips and squeezing his thick cock inside me.
He moaned against my shoulder and his tongue licked over the zenith of the gland.
The clear magical stuff inside it sloshed under my skin and a second later I nearly slapped his ass when his razor sharp draconic canine bit down, breaking the skin.
The liquid was warmer than I expected even after having lapped up the same stuff from his claiming gland the night we met.
My dragon chased down the true-mate fluid that ran in streams and rivulets across my skin.
Through our link it was as if we relived our whole first life together in an instant.
It was all back and the memories solid enough that I should’ve been able to reach out and touch them.
Tears streamed down my cheeks at finally having my mate back in my arms. When he’d finished licking all the claiming vow syrup up, Morvan licked away my tears too and kissed my eyelids before his mouth claimed mine in a gentle kiss.
After the kiss broke, we pressed our foreheads together losing ourselves in the pleasure dancing between our thrusting, rocking bodies.
With the ritual for our reunion complete, our pleasure mingled together, doubling and bouncing between us until I wasn’t sure which sensations originated in my body, and which started with my dragon.
He reached a hand between our bodies and took my hard cock in his hand, stroking me in time with his thrusts as they came faster, sending us both ever closer to the oblivion of orgasm.
Everything inside me drew up tight and close and Morvan’s torso grew fiery to the touch as his dragon fire was stoked by our lovemaking.
“Are you going to cum for me?” Morvan whispered and a delightful chill shimmied up my spine.
“I’m going to cum all over you,” I said, my words morphing into unintelligible syllables as his big thumb stopped to draw circles around the head of my cock.
The stones that made up my bones shuddered as my cock twitched in his hand.
His name danced off my lips as I made good on the promise I’d only just made to cum all over him.
He kept ahold of my cock as I rode out the stormy waves of orgasm.
His thrusts came faster and harder and his eyes grew hungrier as he rode me closer to his own orgasm.
“Rho” he groaned out my name, sinking deep inside my body and drawing out all the pleasure tinglies still vibrating through me.
He pulled back and thrust forward hard one last time, spilling his fiery dragon seed inside me.
I held him there as we both tried to gather up our post-coital wits, but it was the middle of the night, and all that magic had taken its tole on us.
It didn’t take us long to fall back asleep still connected at the hips.
***
I woke sometime just after sunrise to the now familiar sound of bacon sizzling in a cast iron frying pan.
Sometime during my sleep, my dragon washed me clean and managed to change the sheets without waking me up.
Then again, I slept like a rock most of the time.
I snuggled deep into the clean sheets that already smelled like us.
Things were looking up. Life and death hadn’t changed but Morvan’s thoughts weren’t all focused on circling the drain anymore.
Now, they bounced from cooking, to last night, and how soon we’d need to set up our nursery.
That dragon never waited long to think about babies.
If he had his way, we’d have a houseful before the decade ever ran out.
“Are we staying here then?” I asked my dragon over our mating link.
“We could. Clarence is trying to smooth things over between me and Teal. I don’t know how that will go.”
“Mate. Dragon of mine. I love you. I’ve loved you for more years than I know numbers for but if not for Teal, you’d have died that day. I know Torvan is gone, and nothing will change that fact, but I think you owe it to yourself to try. Don’t let him take your best friend too.”
“I’ve been thinking about it. Him. Patrica.
The warehouse. If we stay in London, we could go back to my place.
Mori offered to give it a good energy cleanse if we decide to go back.
I might take him up on it. Once we’re settled, what do you think about offering Cutter a room?
I know he’s eccentric and fights dead people but I’m not so sure he should be on his own. ”
I bit my lip. Was it my place to tell him Cutter’s secret. It was Cutter’s business but not telling him what I knew felt like a lie by omission.
“It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with that,” Morvan said a second later when I didn’t respond over our mating link.
“Having ghosts randomly attack a roommate might be a bit much if we have a baby in the house too. I just thought if we gave him a chance to get his feet under him we could figure out why the ghosts won’t stop pestering him. ”
“Maybe he’d like to be our roommate,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “Maybe you should go see him today. Like you said, he doesn’t have a lot of friends. He’d probably like to see you again. You could ask him while you’re there.”
“But first breakfast and dessert.”
“Question, dragon of mine.”
“Yes, mate?”
“Am I dessert?”
“You know me too well.”