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)
Rogan had never taken him when he’d eaten in dragon form. “I’m going this time?”
“I can’t be away from you. And my dragon needs to see you,” Rogan told him.
“Um… I’m not sure I want to see the beast that attacked me.”
“That’s why he wants to see you,” Rogan told him.
Brooks nodded. He wouldn’t argue with Rogan this soon after almost losing him.
“Should you tell the horde you’re okay? Someone came every day to check on you.”
“They felt me wake up but aren’t intruding in my thoughts now. Where’s May?”
“She’s staying with my grandmother.”
“I owe Elenore my thanks. May needs our help,” Rogan shared, sitting up. “Food first. Dragons and May next. Spanking and burying myself in your bottom after that.”
A wave of heated desire filled Brooks’s mind. Instantly, he was harder than steel. “Whoa!”
“You’re going to want to close that third lock, Adventurer. There is no buffer now between our minds.” Rogan stood up and stroked over his own hard shaft.
Brooks struggled to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. “Daddy,” he whispered.
“Perhaps there’s one thing I need to do before you flip that lock closed, Adventurer.”
Rogan dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and pulled Brooks close. Grabbing the elastic band of the borrowed sweatpants Brooks wore, he ripped them down the front.
“Those were yours!”
Passion filled Rogan’s eyes, taking Brooks’s breath away. Who cared about pants? He leaned back to watch as Rogan wrapped his powerful hand around Brooks’s now exposed shaft. Arousal overwhelmed him. He could feel everything Rogan did.
Rogan slowly lowered his head to wrap his lips around his cock. Liquid warmth surrounded him, making Brooks groan. The reciprocal taste of his own skin filled his mind simultaneously. Brooks’s cock spurted a small amount of fluid, giving Brooks a taste of his own come as Rogan hummed in delight.
“This is mind-blowing,” he whispered, and Rogan intensified his pull on Brooks’s erection. A deep groan tumbled from Brooks’s lips as his fingers curled into the covers below him.
Just wait…
With that mental message, Rogan swirled his tongue along the sensitive length of Brooks’s cock. Brooks shook his head, already struggling for control. He didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
Rogan slid a hand up Brooks’s thigh to cradle his balls in a gentle grip that contrasted infinitesimally with the power contained in the dragon shifter’s grip. When Rogan tugged, Brooks thrust his hips up toward his mate, driving his shaft into the warmth of Rogan’s mouth.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Brooks chanted, not sure how much Rogan could handle.
Amusement filled Brooks’s mind. Pleasure pushed that away as Rogan swallowed. Brooks had never experienced anything like this. Rogan pushed his arousal hard, raising and lowering his mouth around Brooks’s cock. When Rogan’s finger strayed to press on that small patch of flesh between his sac and his puckered opening, Brooks lost it.
“Fuck!” Brooks shouted into the room as he exploded into the heat of Rogan’s mouth.
When his mate released his cock and sat up to meet his gaze intimately as he licked his lips, Brooks’ mind was too shattered to talk. He shook his head at Rogan in disbelief.
Rogan smiled and gathered Brooks’s torso to his own. He held him tightly until Brooks recovered.
“That’s dangerous,” Brooks whispered.
“Thank you for thinking of deepening our connection. Torn apart from my dragon, I don’t think I would have escaped from my mind,” Rogan admitted.
“Whatever that powder is, we need to stop them,” Brooks told him.
“We will. First, close the lock?” Rogan asked.
When Brooks nodded, he continued, “Then, food. Let’s go get dressed and we’ll alert the household that you rescued me. That is, if they didn’t hear you,” Rogan teased.
Brooks stuck out his tongue at his mate as his face heated. He’d blushed more in the last month than he remembered in his teen years. And he loved every minute of their time together.
Chapter 12
Rogan stood calmly in his dragon form as his mate advanced hesitantly toward him. He radiated reassurance to Brooks. He’d already stressed to Brooks that the separation from his human side had driven the dragon to react like an animal instead of a sentient being. While Brooks seemed to understand, he still acted jumpy around the dragon. Finally, Brooks stood in front of him.
“Good dragon,” Brooks soothed.
He needs your touch.
Brooks reached out a hand to stroke his nose and jumped back when Rogan pressed his snout into the caress. “Whoops. You liked that,” Brooks said, moving back forward to repeat the gesture. This time, when Rogan nudged him, Brooks laughed and stepped closer.
“You weren’t trying to hurt me, were you?” Brooks asked.
Rogan shook his massive head and gently bumped his chest. When Brooks stepped forward, his mate wrapped his arms around the dragon’s neck. Treasuring the hug, Rogan rested his head against Brooks’s back, squeezing him back.