Scorch (Dragon's Destiny:Fated Mates Book 2)(28)

I could feel his excitement building, and the breathy little sounds that  fell from his mouth were almost as hot as the feel of him tightening  around me. His rhythm was already familiar to me, and I knew he was  close to coming, but suddenly close wasn't soon enough. His hands were  fisted in the sheets, and I loosened one and moved it down to wrap  around his cock.

"No, it will be too fast," he panted.

"Do it," I ordered.

He wanted to resist. He wanted to draw it out, but I didn't want to  wait. After my earlier fear for him, I suddenly needed to feel his  pleasure, to feel him come around me, immediately. I let him feel my  need, and he gave in with a sexy little groan.         

     



 

Fisting his cock as I pounded into him, his orgasm came fast and hard.  He shot out over his hand, and even though it was what I'd wanted, it  wasn't enough. I was overcome with the need to give him more. To know he  was safe. To make him safe. To do everything I could to make sure that  this beautiful man who was mine was protected, cherished, loved.  Forever.

Wrapping my hand around his throat, I forced his head back so I could  fit my mouth over his and then, with a hoarse shout, my own release  came. I let the fire pour out of my mouth as it did, scorching away my  fears as it plunged down his throat, strengthening our bond and wrapping  protectively around our child. I pumped my seed deep into his body and  he trembled in my arms, surrendering himself to me the way he always  did, his body clenching around me and milking every last drop from my  swollen cock.

He accepted everything I had to give. My perfect fit. My fated mate. Mine.





26





~ Devin ~





Maks was patrolling the beaches while I made breakfast. Ben lounged on  one of the barstools at the counter, watching me cook and sipping at a  cup of coffee. He'd arrived a couple of hours ago, part of the routine  that we'd settled into over the last six weeks.

For the most part, Ivan had stayed in Nova Scotia, venturing into New  Brunswick a few times and once down to Maine. Ben had trailed him, but  couldn't tell what he was up to. He reported that Ivan had been acting  almost like a tourist-a tourist who had no qualms about compelling the  humans he came into contact with to give him whatever he wanted.

As far as Ben could tell, Ivan's use of his dragon's power hadn't really  caused any harm. He'd managed to get hotel upgrades and access to some  shows that were sold out. He'd also hooked up with his fair share of  humans, but Ben had checked up on them, and none had been impregnated or  seemed to have come to any harm from Ivan's attentions.

The only explanation we could come up with was that Ivan was waiting,  and that made all of us tense. Dane had stayed with us for the first two  weeks straight, but when he started to get too cranky, Maks had finally  told him to go see his mate. Since then, he'd taken to flying up to  visit his family at Anik and Mikkel's place every week, taking him away  for a couple of days. When that happened-like now-Ben would come back  and take Dane's place on the island, ensuring that there was always a  dragon flying the perimeter and another here with me in the house.

If Ivan was waiting for the baby to be born before making a move, none  of us could figure out how he expected to find out about it when the  birth happened. We hadn't allowed anyone else on the island, and I had  even stopped calling Sarah with updates, on the off chance that Ivan was  sophisticated enough to tap into that communication somehow. Still,  he'd found us here once, and without knowing how he'd managed that, Maks  took his continued presence as a sign that Ivan felt confident he could  do it again.

Despite how harmless Ivan's activity had seemed over the past few weeks,  Maks had no doubt that his brother still considered me "disposable" and  wouldn't hesitate to take the child from my body if he had the chance.  The thought made me shudder …  even more so when I saw the memories in my  mate's mind of Ivan's own birth.

But I knew that wouldn't happen to me. Ivan wasn't going to get through  our defenses. Maks refused to risk leaving me alone, even for a few  hours. It could have been annoying, except that I never got tired of  being with him. Both Ben and Dane had proven to be good company, too,  and by now I considered them friends.

"How does it feel?" Ben asked me now, eying my immense stomach. "Being pregnant, I mean."

Dane had confirmed that I was definitely bigger than Wes had been-a lot  bigger-but without being able to go get an ultrasound, we had to trust  Maks's dragon's confidence that all was well. I kept holding out hope  that maybe it was just an optical illusion-I was smaller than Wes, so  maybe it just looked like my stomach was bigger-but whatever the case, I  was ready for it to be over.

Being pregnant was an amazing experience. I loved feeling the baby move  inside me, and nothing compared to the knowledge that I was growing a  brand new person inside me who had literally been made from the love  between Maks and me. It was …  awe-inspiring.

And it also made my back hurt like hell.

This child was heavy, and my entire center of gravity was thrown off. My  ankles were swollen, I had to pee all the time, my skin was splotchy,  and I was tired of not being able to zip up my pants. I waddled, for  God's sake, and no matter what Maks tried to tell me, I did not-not-feel  even remotely sexy.         

     



 

Still, there was only one answer I could give when I saw the way Ben's  eyes lit up with a soft glow as he looked at my ridiculously bloated  shape.

"It's wonderful," I said, grinning.

And really, it was true. I wouldn't trade the experience for the world,  despite the discomfort and inconvenience that the changes in my body had  caused.

It was all worth it, and I couldn't wait to meet our little one …  which,  as near as we could figure, should happen soon. Both Wes and Mikkel had  given birth at around six months, and I'd already been feeling  cramp-like twinges for days. Maks's dragon would have to take the child  from me, and I'd called Wes the week before, hyperventilating when I  felt the first pain, asking how I would know it was the right time. He  hadn't had any pre-labor pains-another difference between us-but he  insisted that when it was time, I would have no doubt, and Mikkel had  agreed.

I leaned back against the counter and steadied my own coffee cup on top  of the big mound of my belly with one hand. Decaf. God, the sacrifices.

Ben always asked about my pregnancy. I didn't know if it was because  he'd grown up with a human father and so felt more empathy for me, or if  it was just a part of his gentle personality, but he was fascinated by  it and never seemed to grow bored with hearing every detail. Maks was  also attentive, of course, but both he and Dane were more interested in  ensuring my safety than in hearing about the wonders of watching my  belly button pop out or the results of switching to a new brand of  moisturizer for the tight skin of my belly.

Ben, on the other hand, was almost as good as having Sarah around.

"Are your ankles still hurting?" he asked, a look of genuine concern on  his face. "Because I was Googling some yoga positions that might help.  It's probably a lack of circulation."

I laughed. I was definitely not flexible enough for yoga, but I  appreciated the thought. "I can't even see them, Ben," I reminded him.

He stood up, smiling. "Let me show you, Dev. You should be able to do  these poses anyway, and the comments I read online said they really  help-"

My sudden gasp of pain cut him off, and he was instantly at my side,  catching my coffee cup before the mug hit the ground and steadying me as  I doubled over.

"What is it?"

"I need Maks," I gritted out. "Please get him, Ben."

But my mate was already at my side. He'd felt it through our bond-the  sharp pain gripping my middle like a metal band-it had been shocking in  it's intensity, but by the time his arms were around me it had eased.  This was much stronger than the little twinges I'd been feeling, and as  another contraction hit me I realized what Wes had meant. This was  definitely it.

And God, it hurt.

Maks picked me up and started heading for the bedroom. But that wasn't going to work.

"Maks, no," Ben said, realizing it at the same time that I did. "If the baby is coming, Devin needs your otherself."

"Where?" Maks said, freezing in place.

I tried to dredge up some patience as another contraction hit me.  Obviously we had to go outside. Maks's dragon was too big for the house,  and I needed his dragon to take the baby. Feeling my pain had  apparently burned away his common sense.

Between contractions, I felt a giddy excitement-it was finally  happening, our baby would be in my arms within the hour!-but then  another contraction would hit, blotting out all that excitement with  pain. Our child was trying to find a way out where there wasn't one. I  needed Maks to get it together and get this baby out of me.