Page 4 of The Dragon’s Stormwoven Bond (Dragon Flight Academy #2)

Valen

For the first time in my long life I wished for roots, a place to call my own.

It felt like I was cheating my mate out of this experience by taking him back to a hotel where countless other people had been.

We should have a place that was all our own, someplace where only we had been, someplace with thicker walls and no scent of disinfectant.

But this was what I had, and even if I could convince my dragon to chill, my mate was as needy as I was.

Waiting for me to get my life settled wasn’t a good option for either of us.

Considering the way my mate launched himself into my arms the moment the hotel room door was closed and latched onto my lips like they were the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground, my mate was fine with the hotel room.

This was the start of us, our life together. I’d been on this earth for longer than many could even count, but tonight was the one day where I felt like I was truly living.

I grasped Pep’s ass where his thighs met the delicious globes I’d been wanting to get my hands on all night and hoisted him into the air. He let out a squeak but didn’t stop kissing me.

“Bed,” he whispered between kisses.

“Shower first,” I said.

The bar was objectively gross. We both smelled like stale beer and vape fumes from patrons who thought they were being sneaky. I wanted to get lost in my mate’s scent, and washing away the bar was the best way to make that happen, even if it meant putting down my mate.

I didn’t want to let him go, even if it were only to get him naked and under steamy water.

“Brillant. I want you to smell like me and only me for the rest of our days.” Pep knew exactly what to say to make my dragon push forward.

I growled, or rather my dragon growled through me. My mate’s possessiveness was going to be my undoing. I’d had the same thought about him. Right now, he smelled like a million other people who had been at the bar and brushed up against him. I wanted him to wear my scent and mine alone.

Thankfully, even though I was only at the hotel for one night, I had opted for a suite-style room which meant my bathroom was large, with a full walk-in shower that would comfortably fit the both of us. We’d have made do with a typical hotel shower, but this was a bazillion times better.

I turned on the water to get the warm water flowing.

Pep worked quickly at removing his clothes, not wasting any time.

He might not have been experienced, but the omega knew what he wanted.

Not for a single second did he show any signs of being unsure or embarrassed, which made it even sexier.

Less than a minute later he stood in front of me completely naked.

I lost track of what I was doing as I took in the sight of him. My gaze never left his body as he stepped closer to me and began to remove my clothes. His confidence mixed with innocence was a whole new level of hot.

When we were both naked, he took my hand and tugged me into the luxurious shower.

The water cascaded down onto us, washing the remnants of the night’s events off our bodies until there was nothing left but our natural scents.

I didn’t bother with soap and neither did Pep; instead, we took our time exploring and tasting.

I traced the sinewy lines of his lean muscles. It had been centuries since I’d felt such an intense desire for another. No, that was a lie. I’d never felt attraction this deep. Ever. It was a unique feeling, one I’d never experienced before.

Pep’s passion was infectious, his moans delightful when I sucked on the skin of his neck and trailed my tongue over his collarbone.

The way he didn’t hide what he felt or wanted might’ve been the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

But then again, every second I found myself thinking that of something new he did.

My lips found his again, our tongues intertwining as we explored each other’s mouths. My hands roamed over his form, and he did the same to me. His body was made for mine. Every single thing I found sexy in a man, he possessed.

I picked Pep up and pressed him against the shower wall. His legs went around my waist and our cocks pressed together. The delicious friction and the heat of him against me had precum leaking from my slit.

“Please, please, Valen. I need you inside me so bad. Need your knot.”

Another first that we would share. I’d never knotted anyone before, but I would with him. With my mate. I’d been saving it for him long before I even knew who he was or if I’d ever meet him.

In that moment, all that mattered was us. Our connection, our desire—and even if it was soon—our love. This was just the beginning of our journey together. The start of our lives.

I held him tight against me as I turned off the water and walked us back to the bed. We dripped water everywhere, but our skin was heating up as our desire coursed through us.

With a small thud, I placed him on the bed, and his legs spread for me. Slick had gathered around his hole, and I swiped at it with my fingers, testing the tight rim. He opened for me and moaned when I slipped one, then two fingers inside.

“Have you done this before, mate?” I knew he hadn’t had sex, his ex had said as much, and his kisses started with more enthusiasm than experience. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t had any solo fun.

He shook his head. “I’ve never been with anyone. Not till you.”

I hummed in pleasure, beyond happy that I’d been right. “I know that, love. But have you ever fingered yourself before?”

His cheeks flushed a deep red, and he turned his head into the comforter, the fabric muffling his words. This was the first time since we kissed that he was shy with me. It was adorable.

I crooked my finger inside him, bumping against his gland. His hips shot off the bed. “What was that, mate? I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes! Yes, I’ve played with myself before. I have...”

“You have what, love?”

He pinched his eyes closed. I grinned, loving this side of him. “Toys. Several of them.”

The look in his eyes was a blend of pleasure and embarrassment. It wasn’t the answer I expected from him, but I wasn’t disappointed.

“You’re so adorable, mate.”

“Valen.” Pep stroked his cock slowly, his hand pumping up and down the length of him, and the movement was mesmerizing. “I need you to fuck me. Breed me. Make me yours.”

He did not have to ask me again.

Pep’s cheeks turned a deeper pink, and I kissed him deeply. I wanted him to know that his wish was my command. I would do whatever he asked, whenever he asked. I was his to control.

I positioned myself over him, a pillow under his hips, my cock pressed against his tight hole. I used the slick on my hands to coat my shaft, and I brought my hips forward, pushing inside of him.

He gasped at the initial breach, his breath coming in quick pants.

The feeling was unbelievable, nothing like I’d ever experienced before. Pep grasped at my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin.

“More,” he cried. “Faster.”

I kissed his neck. “Patience, mate. I’ve got you.”

Pep’s eyes widened as I switched from the slow grinding motion to a faster, harder thrust. He cried out in pleasure, his body arching beneath me as I drove deeper inside him.

I kept my gaze locked on his as I filled him. His channel tightened around me with each lift of his hips to meet my thrust. His hard cock bounced between us, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it leisurely while I fucked his hole.

“Oh holy fucking scales, Valen. It’s so good, so good!”

I latched onto his skin where his neck met his shoulder and bit down gently. My teeth sharpened, piercing the skin to leave my mating bite. We probably should’ve talked about it when we weren’t so in the moment, but fate didn’t make mistakes, and we both wanted this.

Cum splashed between us as Pep erupted with a cry, a cry that was muffled as he pulled me to him and marked me back.

The shouts of his pleasure and his channel clamping down around me as his orgasm rolled through him put me over the edge. With one final thrust I came inside him, hot cum filling his body, depositing my seed in his womb where it would take root and grow our clutch.

A clutch. Our clutch.

That thought should’ve terrified me, but instead, a slow smile spread across my face.

Pep cupped my cheek. “What is it, mate?”

“I’m happy. So incredibly happy.”

He smiled. It was shy, and the last tendrils of his orgasm were still shining in his eyes. “Me too.”