Page 14 of The Ruby Dragon’s Unconventional Mate (Oro Escondido #3)

He was in. His entire body was aching for this man.

I want you too. It was hard to admit, a little, at least to Bryant. He’d been hurt. But he thought Bryant understood. He didn’t think it would ever happen again.

Bryant rubbed a hand over his cheek . I won’t. Or at least, I’ll try so hard. And you will tell me what you need.

I just want to be my true self. I want to be with you. But right now, he wanted to have wild monkey sex.

I want that too. He got a naughty grin . Both things . And then Bryant was kissing him again, loving him with lips and tongue, hands never still as they mapped his body through his clothes.

He started working Bryant’s belt open, hungry to get his hands on that heavy cock. Surely if Bryant didn’t want this, he’d say more.

Bryant moaned, though, arching toward him, grunting when his knuckles brushed over that thick length. Bryant was so ready for him, and Lars felt the same way. He would be open and wet as soon as they got into position.

He just needed to get his fucking jeans off and get them both skin on skin. He managed to get Bryant’s pants open, his fingers pushing in the fly.

Bryant tugged at his shirt, and he raised his arms, letting Bryant get that off. The fewer clothes the better. Then he attacked Bryant’s again, because he wanted them both naked.

He hummed, his fingertips dragging up along Bryant’s belly, teasing, learning the sweet ridges. They were hard, and they flexed, and they were just such yummy muscles.

“Mmm. God, you feel good, Lars.”

“I do. I need this, and I want more.” He rubbed one of his thumbs over Bryant’s nipple, teasing it to hardness.

Bryant growled softly, hands squeezing his ass, fingertips digging in.

“Please.” He rocked, and Bryant backed him toward the bed. They were dancing together, a little. So good. Bryant’s skin was so hot, dotted with such pretty scales. Ruby ones.

You’re so beautiful. You shine. He did too, but in a completely different way.

My silver lover. Bryant stroked up his back, hand ending up tangled into his hair. Then he massaged Lars’s head.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and his toes curled. Fuck, that felt amazing. His belly was tight as a board, his cock was heavy.

“Lie down with me, honey?” Bryant eased him down to sit on the bed, then knelt to tug at his pants. He sucked in to give Bryant room to work, then lifted his hips to get the pants off.

“Look at you.” Bryant stroked a long line down Lars’s side.

“Oh, I would rather look at you.” Lars tugged at Bryant’s clothes. “Please? Come up here and get naked and let me touch you!”

Okay, he was getting a wee bit grumpy. He wanted Bryant now. No teasing.

“I would like nothing more.” Bryant cupped his balls, squeezing just barely.

His toes curled. “Uhn. Bryant!”

Bryant chuckled, but he stood, then shucked the rest of his clothing. Goodness. That was…wow.

“Happier, love?” Bryant asked.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He grabbed his cock, stroking it gently as he stared at his dragon.

“That’s very sweet, love.” Bryant arched, stretching a little. Then he came down on the bed next to Lars, kissing him again, hand sliding down to grasp their cocks.

They moved together, and he offered up his neck and his chest, letting Bryant kiss and lick and nibble on him. So perfect, that heat, and his ass clenched, wetness there for his mate. For Bryant.

He couldn’t stand how hot his body was. He was just going to go up in flames.

“Bryant. Want you inside me.”

“Mmmmhmm. I want in you. My knot wants in you.”

He put his free hand on Bryant’s chest. “Okay, but?—”

“But?”

“What if I get pregnant?”

“Do you want to be pregnant?”

Did he?

“I think I do.”

Bryant sucked in a deep breath, and his body bucked against Lars’s. “Then we rejoice?”

This was weird.

Ten days ago, they hated each other.

“We never hated each other, love. We were angry. I was embarrassed and unhappy that I had hurt you. You were hurt. But I never hated you.”

Lars ran his hand over Bryant’s cheekbone. “I never hated you either. I just wasn’t sure we were ever going to actually mate.”

“And are you sure now?” That was a fair question, wasn’t it?

“I am.”

“I know I shouldn’t have been awful to you. Period. And absolutely not because of Lach. I was wrong, and I should have trusted you and Logan and your wing with my brother. I had been here. I knew how amazing you all were.” Bryant kissed his nose. “You especially.”

He lifted his chin and begged a kiss, tongue pushing in to taste Bryant, to devour the sweet lips. He wanted to fly with Bryan—literally and figuratively.

Mmm. We’ll fly in the air soon. But right now, we do it like this. Bryant’s mouth was busy kissing him, those hands sliding all over his skin, two fingers sliding down his ass crack to test his hole.

His cheeks heated, and he glanced up into Bryant’s dark eyes. I never have. Never.

Love? Bryant pulled back to look at him. “You never have…”

“No. No. I couldn’t—I’m supposed to be an alpha.”

“Love, you’re supposed to be what you are. You’re amazing.” One finger slid into him.

He gasped, and his lips parted, his eyes rolling back in his head. Oh, that felt so big, so deep, and he never wanted it to end. The stretch burned, making him pant, and he wasn’t sure if he was trying to get closer and more, or to run away.

“You want more. I can totally tell, love. I can feel it. I want to give you everything too. I really do.”

He didn’t know what else to do, so he opened his heart and body. “Please. I need your touch, your knot.”

“Anything, love.” Bryant was patient but not teasing. Not anymore. His lover opened him up, letting him feel how good it could be, then giving him even more. And when he was ready to scream from frustration, Bryant slid those fingers free and settled between his legs, that heated cock prodding him.

“You smell so good, sweet. You’re making me ache. Can you see how hard you make me?”

His eyes crossed as he looked.

“I can, love.” Bryant stroked him, pumping nice and slow as he slid inside Lars. “I can feel it too.”

“Feel it…” Bryant felt amazing, and he wanted more, so Lars lifted his feet to rub them along the backs of Bryant’s legs. The angle deepened Bryant’s thrusts, and he cried out, needing more.

“Yes. Yes, love. That’s it. Deeper and harder.” Bryant’s kisses were becoming desperate.

They didn’t have hours—Lachlan was with the kids; they had just escaped, and they had to?—

He gasped as the heavy knot spread him, pushed deep inside him.

“Do you feel that, love? Can you feel my knot?”

“I can.” He wiggled, wanting more of it, in fact. “It’s growing.”

“I’ve never knotted anyone before. I’ve had lovers. But never a mate.” Bryant stared into him, trying to get him to understand something, and he got it. He believed it.

As much as he could believe it. Lars still had some alpha/omega issues.

It didn’t matter though. He was a guardian.

Every inch of him was a guardian and Bryan’s.

“Mine,” Bryant agreed. “So mine.” Those lean hips flexed, moving faster, and Bryant pressed into him, that knot swelling and swelling. Soon they could barely move, they were so stuck together, and Bryant was breathing hard, sweat beaded up on his skin. “Come on, love. Come on.”

“Uh-huh.” He panted, scoring at Bryant’s back, needing to have Bryant with him when he came.

“So close, love. So very close.” Bryant’s eyes were starting to glow, and he would swear he saw the shadow of wings on the wall.

“Love.” He bit out the single word, his nails digging into Bryant’s shoulders. “Right there.”

“Fuck!” Bryant bit out the word, and it surprised a laugh out of him, which jiggled all sorts of things, and that was it. He clamped down on that knot and came hard, his whole body seeming to short out a little.

Bryant followed him, filling him so deeply with wet heat that there was no escape. They were there, together, and the whole world was on fire thanks to their heat.

They collapsed down together, and Bryant kissed his neck, a little sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Damn, love. That was so right. Perfect. Thank you.”

“Uh-huh.” He tried to pat Bryant’s back, but he thought he might have clunked more than patting.

“Mmm…you can rest a minute. We’re good, right here. I swear to you. We’re solid. Right here. Right now.”

The soft words poured over him, and he was grateful for them. He floated, moaning softly, dropping soft kisses on Bryant’s lips.

“Mmmhmm.” Bryant rested down on him, and they relaxed. He knew they could be together like this for a while, but he didn’t want to just…leave Lach with the girls forever.

“He knows. No worries. We won’t nap or anything, but we have to let it happen naturally, love.” Bryant smiled. “My brother will understand.”

Lars thought his brother would too, honestly. In fact, Logan may even be smug.

He settled in, letting himself relax and know he’d found his mate. The rest would come later.