Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Brooks groaned in delight as the shower pelted down on him. “How do you have warm water?”
“There’s an old-fashioned, fire-fueled water heater in the basement. It existed way before all the electric and gas-powered ones came about.”
“You held onto it all this time?” Brooks asked in disbelief.
“Dragons are notorious for hoarding things.” Rogan grabbed a tube from the drawer before heading into the shower.
“The floors a little slippery from the slurry of dust and water. Be careful,” Brooks warned him, moving to the side so Rogan could step under the showerhead. The swirl of water over the tiles turned black immediately.
“Ugh! Now I really want to get clean,” Rogan said.
“Let me help.” Brooks grabbed some soap and spread it over Rogan’s back. His fingers lingered on his mate’s skin longer than necessary, much to Rogan’s appreciation.
“That feels very good,” Rogan encouraged.
“Turn around. Let me get your chest,” Brooks requested.
Rogan faced him, allowing his adventurous mate free rein. Brooks’ hands lingered on his shoulders and on the ridges in his abdomen. How far would he go? Rogan could see that Brooks’s body responded to the contact as quickly as his own did. Rogan held his breath as his mate smoothed the soap lower.
When his hand closed around Rogan’s erection, Rogan groaned in delight. “I crave your touch. More, Adventurer. Stroke me harder.” Rogan wrapped his hand around Brooks’s and showed him what he enjoyed the most. “Yes. Like that.”
When he battled staying in control, Rogan gently tugged Brooks’s hand away. “You’ll make me come. I would rather spill inside you.”
Even under the residual dust streaking Brooks’s face, Rogan saw his mate blush. More telling was the jerk of his cock against Rogan’s thigh. He grabbed some soap, eager to get his hands on his mate. “It’s your turn.”
After carefully washing his mate’s grimy face, Rogan took care of his own. He kissed his mate, fueling the growing ardor between them. Rogan loved the man’s taste. He was addictive. Tangling his tongue with Brooks, Rogan challenged him and celebrated when his mate responded eagerly.
While eager to enjoy the temptation his mate provided, Rogan forced himself to back up slightly. “I need to get you clean first. I’ll start with your hair and work down.”
Pouring shampoo on Brooks’s scalp, he massaged the suds through the silky brown hair. It was a bit shaggy and uneven. “We need to ask Lalani to cut your hair.”
“I did it myself last time. I can hack it off.”
“Are you okay with Lalani cutting it? She enjoys taking care of people,” Rogan asked.
“Sure. I just don’t want to bother her.”
“I’ll check before I schedule anything,” Rogan promised. “Now, lean back and let me rinse away the shampoo.”
With that finished, he moved on to Brooks’ chest. Stroking soap over his skin, Rogan felt a raised, rough patch on Brooks’s skin a second before he heard his mate hiss in distress. Rogan turned him into the water, rinsing his skin clean.
“That stung,” Brooks explained. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I think you’re having a reaction. Could these be hives all over your skin?”
“Yeah, probably. I’ve gotten them in the past. I’m allergic to dust.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Rogan demanded.
“I wanted to help. It’s okay. I’ll take an allergy pill, and it will be better.”
“Do you have any of those pills?”
“I don’t think I grabbed them.”
Rogan shook his head. His mate was going to be in such trouble after they got this handled. First, he had to get the rest of the dust off. “This is going to sting. I’ll use the gentlest soap I have.”
“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
Right. Rogan sent a message to his horde, asking for someone to bring a doctor as he washed his mate quickly as he stood under the spray before finishing his own shower and shampoo. Drake answered immediately that he was in the city center and would bring someone quickly.
As he ushered Brooks out of the shower, his mate pointed to the tube of lubricant now balanced on the shower railing. “Aren’t we going to…”
“First medicine, then pleasure,” Rogan answered as he patted his mate’s skin dry. The welts were getting bigger.
“This is worse than I’ve had it before. Can you take me to my grandma’s house for my meds?”
“The doctor is coming.”
“Really? By horse? You’re probably faster.”
Rogan could tell his mate was worried. His breathing was becoming raspy.
We’re here.
Drake’s message pushed back Rogan’s growing concern. He answered quickly, Coming!
Rogan grabbed a towel and wrapped Brooks inside before scooping him up and running toward the front of the mansion. His staff was already on alert from the gold dragon landing outside. His housekeeper held the door open.
“Doctor. Thank you for coming,” Rogan called as he ran forward. “My mate is having an allergic reaction and doesn’t have his tablets.”
The doctor took one look at Brooks as Rogan set him on his feet in front of him. He grabbed his bag, saying, “It’s good you called for help. Pills aren’t going to treat this.” He quickly drew a shot.