Page 29 of True Calling

Shaking his head, Garth replied, “No. I’m fine, it’s just...” Holding up his hands, Berk saw the large sharp claws and knew that Garth was in what the books called a partial shift. Sometimes, the books said, that the shifter did this when mating for the first time. It’s necessary for them to truly bond.

“It’s fine. Now come here and make us one.” Berk softly said.

Garth didn’t have to be told twice. Once second, Berk was lying back with his legs hanging over the side of the bed, and the next, he was in the air and bouncing in the middle of the bed. “Hey!”

Garth looked sheepishly at Berk. “Sorry. I guess I don’t know my own strength.”

“Well let’s just say thank you to whoever that you didn’t toss me through the ceiling.” Berk said with a snicker.

Garth suddenly looked around. “Lube! We need lube!”

“In the drawer with the lamp. I uh... well, I don’t have practical experience, but I like porn and toys.”

Garth raised a brow, “We’ll have to explore that toy option next time. For now I need you too much to wait another second.”

“I wish I’d known you wanted to wait to play with the toys.” Berk said with a wink.

Garth was confused until Berk bent his legs and he got a good look at the deep blue plug sticking from his mate’s ass. Gulping, he rasped, “Is that...” Gripping the end, Garth tugged, then let go and watched the plug get sucked back inside his mate’s entrance.

There was no holding back the moan of pleasure Berk felt as the plug slid back into place. When Garth did it again and then again, Berk thought he would go insane.

“Please Garth.” He begged

“You can’t bring me a toy and not expect me to play with it.” Garth said, in a deep rasping tone.

Berk licked his lips and arched his back, letting out a long groan when Garth pulled the plug almost all the way out, then pushed it back in with more force than before. It hit his pleasure spot, and Berk let out a sound he didn’t even know he could make. “Garth, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“Oh, I think not. When you come it will be with me buried balls deep inside you.” Garth growled, his eyes flashing fire once again.

“Then get inside me, Garth. I need you.” Berk practically whimpered when he did the pull push of the plug hitting that spot again.

Finally, Garth must have taken pity on Berk, because he was pulling the plug out and setting it to the side.

Garth grabbed the lube and Berk watched as he popped the lid and poured a large amount onto his hand, then began to stroke his long, thick cock, making sure it was coated well. “Let me see you stretch yourself more, mate. I don’t know how long I can hold my dragon back from taking you and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Berk grabbed the lube and put some on his fingers. The plug had helped stretch him, but he knew he would need at least four fingers in order to fit that massive cock his mate was carrying around.

Neither man’s gaze left the others. It was as if they needed to see the wanting, and from what Berk could see, his mate more than wanted, he needed... just like Berk did, and it brought a smile to his lips.

Pulling his fingers from his hole, Berk rasped, “Make me yours, Garth.”

Garth aligned his cock to Berk’s glistening and stretched entrance, growling, “You already are.” Then pushed in right past the ring of muscles that guarded his channel.

Berk gripped Garth’s biceps, then arched his back and let out a low hiss. There was a sting, but it wasn’t enough for him to ask Garth to stop. The last thing he wanted was for Garth to stop.

Garth stopped all movement, but Berk shook his head, “Give it to me, mate. I can take it.” Hell, from the way his cock didn’t even soften a little, he had to admit, “I like the bit of burn.”

His mate took Berk at his word, because the next push had Garth sliding in until Berk felt Garth’s balls smacking the back of his ass. “Fuck you’re so tight. You grip my dick so fucking good.”

“So full. So good.” Berk murmured wiggling his hips trying to get Garth to move.

The grip on Berk’s hips tightened as Garth hissed, “Don’t move or this is going to be over before we really get started.”

Berk grinned. “Oh, now that wouldn’t be good at all. I’d hoped you had much more stamina then a teenaged hatchling.”

Garth tossed his head back as he laughed, then looked down and into Berk’s eyes still grinning, “You make me feel like a hormonal hatchling.” Then he leaned down and kissed the stuffing out of Berk.

With his mate’s lips on him and the feeling of fullness and need growing, Berk pulled back his lips and arched his hips, hissing, “Can we move now?”