Scorch (Dragon's Destiny:Fated Mates Book 2)(23)

"You're really pregnant?" she asked. "Like, really?"

He nodded, grinning back at her.

"Squee!" she squeed, throwing her arms around him. "Oh, my God! This is  going to be so much fun! We should totally have a baby shower together!"

She grabbed Devin's hand and started pulling him back toward the house,  talking a mile a minute about baby plans and collecting Wes along the  way. The rest of us were left on the patio, Luke smiling after his wife  indulgently and Ty shaking his head in disappointment.

"Dragons," he said. "Fire."

"She really likes babies," Luke said, patting Ty's shoulder in consolation.

"Babies are great," Ty agreed. But-" He stabbed a finger at the crackling logs. "-fucking dragons, dude. Dragons."





20





~ Devin ~





The house was quiet when I got home from work, and I headed straight to  the kitchen. Sarah's car hadn't been in the driveway, so I was startled  to find her sitting at the table. Her eyes were closed and her hands  rested on her rounded belly.

"I thought everyone was gone," I said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "You okay?"

"Very. Luke and Maks took Holly out to the beach at Burfoot Park," she said, smiling up at me. "He's kicking. Want to feel?"

I grinned, laying my hand on her stomach. I couldn't believe it was June  already …  she was due in August, and she already looked big enough to  pop.

Even though my own pregnancy was progressing faster than a standard one,  it wasn't nearly as far along as hers. As near as we could figure it  out, I was somewhere around the end of the first trimester, while she  was almost done with the second. I couldn't wait until I felt my little  one move, too.

"I wish you could stay," she said with a sigh. "What did you tell them at work?"

"I just said ‘personal reasons.' Too bad I couldn't have taken paternity leave, though."

I'd thought about taking a leave of absence, but had ended up giving my  notice instead. This had been my last day, and as much as I enjoyed my  job, it was going to be a relief not to have to work. Even with Maks's  fire supporting me, this pregnancy was exhausting me. I felt bloated and  cranky and tired, and of course I couldn't tell anyone at my office why  I was so out of sorts.

I knew I wouldn't have trouble coming back after the baby was born if I  changed my mind, or finding work elsewhere if we stayed in Wisconsin,  but Maks had told me that he was over two hundred years old-crazy-and  that had been plenty of time to set himself up financially. There was  really no need for me to work if I didn't want to, and I was looking  forward to being a stay-at-home dad, at least in the beginning. I  couldn't wait to meet the little one growing inside me.

"Want me to get you some peas, honey?" Sarah asked, standing up and heading to the stove.

I nodded, my mouth watering as I remembered why I'd come into the  kitchen in the first place. I'd been craving green peas with cinnamon  all day. I'd been obsessed with the combination for weeks. No one else  in the house could stand it, which just left more for me.

"Are you and Maks really leaving tomorrow?" Sarah asked, putting the bowl down in front of me.

I nodded, my mouth too full to speak. Oh, my God. Heaven.

"He's so good with Holly, we'll miss you both. Are you sure you're okay with Luke and I staying at the house?"

"Of course, Sare. Don't be silly. If you left, it would just sit here empty. It's your home, too."

"You should at least let us pay rent, honey. The settlement Maks got Luke from the fishing company was more than generous."

"Sarah, stop. You're not paying rent. I don't need it, and you'll have  plenty of things you can put that money to good use for with Holly and  the baby."

"Okay," she said, giving in. "You're such a good friend to us, Dev."

She hugged me, her eyes tearing up, then straightened and wiped at them  as happy voices and stomping feet shattered the quiet of the house. A  moment later, little Holly came careening into the kitchen, covered in  sand and mud and trailed by two equally dirty men.         

     



 

"Dev! Clams!" She held up a wet bucket for me to admire, then started babbling to Sarah about her day at the beach.

"How was your last day of work, love?" Maks asked, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck and making me shiver.

He smelled like sun and sand and summer and Maks, and now that he was  back I lost all interest in the peas and cinnamon. What had he just  asked me? He was so …  distracting. He gave a sexy laugh, hearing my  thoughts through our bond.

"I need to take a shower, baby," he said. "Want to join me?"

Did he even have to ask?







I followed Maks into the bathroom, his dragon's heat moving through our  bond and filling me up as I watched him undress. He could feel  everything I wanted, and as soon as we got in the shower he pushed me  down to my knees and let me take his cock in my mouth.

God, I loved the taste of him. Loved when he wasn't quite hard yet, so I  could fit more of him in my mouth, massage him with my tongue, feel his  length growing and swelling as I sucked him harder, deeper, swallowing  the salty-sweetness that started to leak out of him.

His breath started to quicken, and his hands tightened on my head.  Everything about him excited me, but when I reached for my own cock, he  pulled out of my mouth.

"Stop, baby," he said, ignoring my whimper of protest. "I need to fuck  you." He pulled me up to my feet, sliding his hands down my wet skin and  cupping my ass, then slipping a finger between my cheeks to tease my  hole. "I need to be inside you," he whispered, pushing into me easily.

"More," I panted, wrapping myself around him.

My throbbing erection slid against his-heaven-and then he lifted me as  if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that his  cock could slip underneath me, rubbing deliciously through my crease as  he reached down and slicked his precum over his shaft as lubrication,  lining himself up and teasing me with it until I begged.

"Maks, God, I haven't seen you all day, please, don't make me wait."

He laughed indulgently, finally pushing inside me. I loved it when he  did it this way, standing and holding me in his arms, fucking me deep  and slow so that every stroke hit that sweet spot inside me that made my  eyes roll back in my head. His heat flowed into me as his cock filled  me, and when he held me like this I couldn't move, couldn't do anything  but let it happen. I had no choice but to let the burning tension coil  inside me as he kept up his relentlessly slow rhythm. I already knew it  wouldn't make any difference if I begged him to go faster. No matter  what I said, he knew I liked it when he took control.

Sometimes it was hard to believe I'd gone my whole life without this,  but I knew it wasn't just sex that I'd become addicted to. It was him.  My whole world reduced to the feel of him inside me, stirring up this  fiery need with every stroke, until it was an inferno blazing inside me,  threatening to burst and consume all my senses.

"Maks …  please … " I panted.

His fingers dug into my ass, but he didn't change his pace-and he wasn't  going to. He was going to force me to ride his cock, slow and steady,  until I came apart. I could see what he intended through our bond. He  was going to hold back until he made me shout his name. He wanted to  swallow the sound of it, tasting my need for him as I came. He wanted to  feel me tighten around him, and then go limp in his arms, dazed and  sated and stretched open.

Ready to be used even harder.

Seeing it in his mind pushed me over the edge, and I gave him everything  he wanted. I couldn't do anything else. His name burst out of me and I  shot over his chest, my vision whiting out as my ass clenched around  him. He held me until I'd emptied myself, then pulled out, still hard,  and carried me to the bed.

"On your hands and knees, Devin."

As soon as I obeyed he pushed his cock into me again. This time, he was  done with slow and steady, and I trembled around him, almost crying at  the too-intense pleasure as he thrust in hard and hit my prostate. He  leaned over my back, pinning my shoulders to the mattress and holding me  down as he fucked me hard and fast, the way he knew I liked best.

I was going to scream, but I couldn't. Not here. I fisted the bed covers  in my hand, yanking them toward my face and biting down to muffle the  sounds he pounded out of me.

"I want to hear you," he whispered. "When we're back home in Wisconsin, no more holding back. I want to hear you shout."

Oh, God, Oh, God. I reached for my cock, slick and leaking and already  so hard that it almost hurt. The musky scent of sex flooded my senses  and I jerked on it in desperation as he slammed into me from behind. He  was going to make me come again, and it was going to wreck me. It was  too big, too hot, too-