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)
Only following those directions because standing on solid ground was his greatest desire, Brooks negotiated his way off the dragon. His knees shook in reaction to the arrival. Brooks leaned forward to brace his hands on his thighs as he took deep breaths.
The air swirled around him before warm arms wrapped around his torso, drawing him upright before hugging him close. Not used to being weak, Brooks struggled to get away, but Rogan squeezed him tightly to his hard form.
“Relax, Brooks. It’s okay to be vulnerable with me. No one is watching.”
“That dragon is an asshole. You should all torch him.”
“He is unstable. Keres needs a mate. He and I were the last two unmated dragons in our horde.”
“And you found me?”
“And I found you,” Rogan confirmed. “He was okay until he wasn’t. The horde will have to make a tough decision soon. But not today.”
Rogan brushed back the bangs that had flopped over Brooks’s eyes. “I was not expecting you, mate.” He wrapped his hand around the back of Brooks’ head and drew him closer.
Brooks held his breath. An overwhelming attraction filled him, but this was way outside his experience. Rogan’s lips met his softly once before slamming down on his mouth. The man and shifter battled for dominance. Aggressive kisses ignited the bond between them.
Rogan’s hands stroked over Brooks. The dragon’s barely controlled strength fueled the urgency building inside Brooks. There was no way he was in charge.
Brooks ripped his mouth from Rogan’s and stared at him in astonishment. Even with the sexiest female companion, Brooks had never experienced this consuming desire. “I’ve never…”
“I have you, mate. Nothing is off-limits for fate. We can try to take this slow,” Rogan said, squaring his shoulders.
“Fuck that.” Brooks grabbed Rogan’s shirt and attempted to haul him forward. It was like trying to move a boulder. He only succeeded in pulling himself toward the shifter.
Rogan didn’t allow him to think about that. He wrapped his arms around Brooks and pressed his mouth to the other man’s neck. When he bit that vulnerable spot at the curve of Brooks’s shoulder, Brooks rolled his head to the side to give him more access. Rogan’s hands slipped under his fitted T-shirt to caress his abs before pushing the fabric higher.
“This has to come off, mate. I need to look at you,” Rogan growled and took a step away to rip Brooks’s shirt over his head.
Brooks stilled as Rogan checked him out, trying not to flex too obviously. Thoughts flew through his mind. Brooks wasn’t a gym rat but preferred to exercise by hard work. His body was strong. Women seemed to find him handsome, but who knew what attracted a man?
“Damn! Unwrapping presents is now my favorite activity.” Rogan didn’t wait for him to ask. He reached over his back and grabbed a handful of his own shirt to drag it over his head.
“Fuck. What do you have? One percent body fat?” Why did he want to trace those grooves in Rogan’s torso with his tongue?
“Dragon,” Rogan reminded him. “Let me seal the entrance before you distract me completely.”
Rogan walked toward a large metal disk that had to weigh a ton. The muscles in his back flexed as he rolled it to cover the flaming entrance. With that done, Rogan turned to stalk toward Brooks, making him feel like prey. He loved it until Rogan leaned over to throw him over his shoulder. The shifter carried him easily away from the entrance.
“Rogan. I get it. You’re strong. I can walk.”
“The beast inside me needs this, Brooks. Besides, it’s a faster way to get you to my bed.” Rogan reached up to whack Brooks’s ass.
Even through his heavy denim pants, Brooks felt that sting. He definitely didn’t expect the twitch of his semi-erect cock. “Hey!”
“Spanking your bottom will happen, Mate.”
“I don’t think so. Who gets turned on by that?” Brooks tried to bluff.
Rogan laughed. “I can smell your desire, Mate. You have no secrets from me. The connection between most mates is strong. Ours is legendary.”
Brooks had a quick upside-down tour of the dragon’s refuge. It was not what he’d expected inside a mountain. He wanted to be interested in seeing more, but the sensation of the shifter’s muscles moving under his weight mesmerized him. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. It didn’t help.
He steadied himself by gripping Rogan’s hips. The man’s butt was epic. Brooks had always considered himself a breast man. Maybe that hadn’t changed. It was the connection between them.
Rogan walked through a doorway and stopped. A fraction of a second later, he leaned forward, dropping Brooks onto a soft surface. He bounced once and sat up.
“A warning would be nice. You don’t want me to have a heart attack,” Brooks groused.
Rogan stripped Brooks’ shoes off and toss them away. His socks followed quickly. Crawling over him on the bed, Rogan sat on his thighs to unfasten his jeans.