Page 23 of The Ruby Dragon’s Unconventional Mate (Oro Escondido #3)

Chapter

Twenty-One

B ryant watched Lars sleep, loving how happy he looked in his slumber, a little smile on his face, one hand flung out toward him, one on his own belly.

He had a feeling Lars was dreaming about their baby.

Once Lars had felt the little sprog move, he had just been all about their butterfly. It was as if that had made it real.

Bryant had felt that himself now.

It was a tiny thing still—just the barest flutter under his fingertips—but Lars said that to him, the kicks were getting stronger, so Bryant knew that soon he was going to feel the motions more firmly.

He couldn’t wait.

Their little one was growing, becoming something amazing, and Bryant spent hours imagining.

Would their little dragon be a girl? A boy? Would it be silvery like Lars or a deep red, like him. Maybe pink, a mixture of them, or something entirely new?

The thought was fascinating, and he loved how talking about them made Lars glow.

Lars stirred, then opened his eyes, smiling up at him. “Morning, love.”

“Good morning.” He grinned down at his mate. “I thought we might go into town for breakfast. Go to the Golddigger.”

“Mmmm. That sounds lovely.” Lars still craved cheesecake, but the worst of his morning sickness seemed to be over. “We should make a day of it, maybe, before the snows come. I remember that you didn’t love driving in the snow.”

“I am a fire dragon. I manage just fine.” He rolled his eyes, and they both cracked up, and it was so easy to ease back down and beg a kiss.

Lars surprised him by meeting him head-on, their kiss hard and passionate, and his eyes went wide, staring into his lover’s shining gaze.

Love you.

I love you. Fuck me. I’m burning up inside, more than I ever have . Lars winked at him. We can have brunch.

Oh, gods, baby. Yes, yes, he could wait for brunch. He reached for his mate, hands sliding over Lars under the covers. He loved how smooth Lars’s skin was. Such a wonderful contrast to the rough scales he could occasionally feel underneath. They could never totally disguise the dragon. Not ever.

He leaned in for a kiss, taking Lars’s mouth by storm. He didn’t need to be gentle. Lars really was burning up.

Not delicate. I’m determined and hungry. Lars surged up, flipping them with a casual strength. “Mmm…hey, Bryant.”

“Hey, baby.” Oh, his cock was hard as nails, throbbing, his balls heavy as hell.

Lars ducked his head to nibble on one of his nipples, that heavy braid thudding on his chest. It was delicious, and he wrapped the hank of hair around his hand, holding Lars there.

“Mmhmm…” The suction became a little bite, and he shivered, his muscles going tight and hard. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes. Do it again. You make me dizzy.” He encouraged Lars to do it again.

“I want to make you a little crazy.” Lars switched to the other nipple, then fought his hold and slid down even farther, lips traveling over his belly.

“You’re doing a good job.” He watched, eyes so wide they pulled at the edges. “You’re doing a fucking amazing job.”

Lars ducked his chin, lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and he couldn’t have fought the deep, low cry for love or money.

“Love!”

Lars nodded, lips wrapping around his prick, sweet and easy. The suction vibrated down into his balls, and up along his spine, then settled in the base of his neck.

His eyes crossed, as one of his legs drew up, his toes curled into the sheets, his knee cradling his omega.

Lars sucked him as if he had nothing better to do, like he could stay right there all day. The emotions coming across their bond told him differently. Lars was just going to incinerate any minute, but he was controlling himself, focusing on Bryant, on their pleasure.

“It feels like heaven. You’re going to send me to the moon, you know? You’re going to make me shake apart.” The growl in his voice was unmistakable, unavoidable, and his need was raging.

The suction grew stronger, harder, and he grabbed his omega, dragging him up along his body.

Lars’s mouth popped off his cock, and he demanded a kiss the second those lips came into range. He devoured Lars, diving into the kiss with every ounce of passion he possessed.

Lars opened up, lean hips working to drive that sweet cock against him.

“Mmmm.” He said it against that sweet mouth, letting Lars feel how good it was, hear how amazing he felt. Lars rubbed against him madly, and he pressed a finger to that hot hole, testing Lars’s readiness.

His mate was wet and hot, and his finger slid right in without any resistance. “It’s going to feel so good. Touching you deep inside, giving you my knot.”

“Ready when you are. Bring it on. I need you.”

Those eyes flashed at him, and Bryant had never been more in love.

He rolled over—not roughly, because, strong as his guardian lover might be, Lars was still his pregnant guardian lover—and put Lars’s legs over the top of his thighs. Then, with no further ado, he lined up and sank into his lover.

Lars gasped, eyes rolling for a second, and then, just about the time Bryant began to worry, he smiled and reached up, bringing him down so that they could kiss again.

He could feel Lars squeezing his cock, feel all the muscles twitching and trembling around him.

He groaned into their joined lips, his fingers curling into fists on either side of Lars’s head.

“Don’t stop. I need this more than breathing.”

He almost laughed. “Not stopping.”

It would be easier to stop his heart from beating.

Bryant kept thrusting, his hips rolling until his muscles burned.

And all the while, Lars just took and took, yielding to him and letting him in deep and then deeper still. It was everything that he wanted.

Well, maybe not everything.

“I need you to take my knot.” He met Lars’s eyes. “I need you now. Can you feel me?”

“I’ve never felt anyone else.”

Bryant balanced himself on one arm and managed to cup Lars’s jaw with his hand, rubbing his thumb over Lars’s lips as that sweet body held him tight. “Love.”

“Yes, love.” They locked together, and he reached down and grabbed Lars’s cock and began to stroke with steady sure tugs meant to push his lover over the edge. Even as he did that, he thrust as hard as he could, and Lars took everything he gave and returned it one hundredfold.

They rocked and panted, and the air filled with the scent of them together, and Bryant grunted as his knot swelled. “Soon, love.”

“S-soon. Fuck!”

“Oh, damn, I love it when you talk dirty.” He grinned wildly, a baring of teeth that felt feral.

Lars scored him with those strong nails. “Knot me!” he wailed.

And like he’d pressed a button, Bryant’s knot engaged, leaving him too breathless for the shout that tried to come out. He filled Lars incredibly deep, and that was all Lars needed to come, spurting against him, making these wild guttural noises.

He took their weight as they fell to the bed, and Lars moaned, patting his chest weakly. “So good.”

“Perfect, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Lars’s belly grumbled and rumbled. “But you better hope we come unknotted pretty quick. I’m hungry now, and these days, that can be dangerous.”

“Mmm. The sacrifices I make.” Luckily, he kept some crackers in the drawer of his bedside table.

He liked his dick right where it was, thanks.