Scorch (Dragon's Destiny:Fated Mates Book 2)(33)

He was delicious, and I hummed around his cock, making my throat vibrate  around his swollen length. The spontaneous thrust and sexy grunt he  rewarded me with sent all the blood rushing straight down to my own  cock. God, he was hot. And for once, he was lost in his own pleasure-it  was fucking gorgeous.

He fisted his hands in my hair, and when I grabbed his ass and pulled  him in tighter he gave up and started fucking my face with abandon. He  thrust into my throat, using me the way I'd hoped he would, losing  himself in the tight heat I offered. I could feel every moment of his  enjoyment through our bond, and even though I didn't touch myself, I  felt my balls start to tighten and my cock leak with excitement as his  thickened and swelled in my mouth.

"Fuck! Devin! God!" Maks shouted as he came.

He slammed against me, and I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him dry as he  pumped his release down my throat. I moaned, greedily swallowing all of  it as my own cock jerked against my stomach. The taste of him was almost  my undoing, but before I could finish myself off he pulled out of my  mouth and yanked me up. He had me naked and on the bed before I knew  what hit me, and as eager as I had been to have my way a moment ago I  was more than happy to let him take control again now.

He handled me like he owned me, and I lost myself in the hot enjoyment  of his possession. His touch was everywhere, firm, slow, and thorough as  hell …  maddening, really, for as worked up as I was. He followed his  hands with his mouth, nipping at my chest and grazing his teeth over my  sensitive nipples until I arched up under him. I was already too hard,  and my cock jerked against my stomach as he worked his way toward it  with torturous patience. When he started to kiss his way down my  flat-again stomach I shoved against his shoulders, panting, even though I  knew it wouldn't do any good. I wanted him to move faster, but he was  done letting me decide the pace.

By the time he finally swirled his tongue around the head of my cock, I  was clawing at the bed, and still he just teased it while I thrust  against him, pulling away after a much too-short moment with a wicked  smile.
         

     



 
"I love you, Devin."

"What?" I panted, distracted.

"I love you, baby. I just wanted you to know."

"I do. I do know." He was licking my cock, but not-God-not putting his  mouth to full use. Still, it made it hard to concentrate on what he'd  said. Or what I was supposed to say back. "God, Maks …  please …  I …  I love  you, too, but … "

Right now, I either wanted him to fuck me or suck me, and if he didn't  do it soon I was going to explode. I grabbed at his short hair, but he  dodged me, laughing, and ran his tongue down my shaft again. Pushing my  legs up, he kept going, the warmth of his tongue passing all the way  down until he found my entrance and pushed inside.

I groaned, my ass jerking toward him as I suddenly forgot all about my  cock. This was where I needed him. I wanted him to fuck me …  but God,  this was good, too. I grabbed onto the headboard, my mouth falling open,  sure he was going to force me to come this way before he gave me what I  really wanted.

But I was wrong. He stopped. Again.

"It's more than fate, Devin. It's you. I love you."

"Oh, my God, Maks," I gasped, reaching for him. "Please, stop teasing. I know you love me. Now please prove it by fucking me."

He laughed, getting up on his knees and lining his cock up where I  needed it. Rubbing it against me, but …  Still. Not. Fucking. Me.

Oh, God, I was going to die.

"I will," he promised, his hot eyes softening even as his lip twitched at my frustration. "I just need you to know … "

He finally thrust forward and my eyes rolled back in my head. I was so  ready that he had no trouble burying himself to the hilt, his cock  hitting that spot that made me forget everything but him. He held me  down the way he knew I liked, and I may have made some kind of sound,  but I couldn't have said for sure.

Maks kept talking, filling my head and my heart with his devotion.  Telling me all the ways he loved me, letting me see myself through his  eyes, showing me that it was true as he took charge of my entire world,  blotting out my senses until all I knew was him, this man, this dragon,  this other half of me-my fated mate-fucking me hard and deep, driving me  toward an explosive release, finally pushing me over the edge when he  leaned down, pinning me with his hot gaze and whispering the truth:  "You're mine, Devin."

"God, yes!" I cried as he finally, finally let me come. "Always."

He groaned in satisfaction, capturing my mouth and swallowing my answer as he came, too.

"Always," he agreed, collapsing on top of me.

And even with my eyes closed, I could tell he was smiling.





Epilogue





~ Maksim ~




"He's not cranky, he's spirited," Ty said, laughing as he wrangled the  world's smallest force of nature, also known as my son, Zach.

"That's one word for it," Ben answered, trying not to laugh as he patted  Michael's back. Our calmer son watched his brother's antics with wide  eyes. To my delight, they'd turned into the exact shade as my mate's. He  was sucking placidly on a fist while he rested his head against Ben's  shoulder, his relaxed pose proving that nothing fazed our Michael-not  even a houseful of noisy people.

"I've never been to Wisconsin before," Sarah was saying to Wes as she  bounced her own son, little Max, on her hip. "It's kind of fun to have  snow for Christmas for once."

"Snow!" Holly said, running up to her mother wearing a hot cocoa mustache. "Build a snowman?"

"Another one?" Wes asked her, scooping her up and tickling her until she  laughed. "I think it's too dark for that, sweetie. And it's Christmas  Eve! We need to get you and Elise to bed so Santa can come."

"Not bed! Presents!"

"No, honey," Sarah said, laughing. "Not until tomorrow."

Her lip thrust out and started to quiver. "Daddy said … "

Luke walked in from the living room, looking sheepish. "I thought …  they could each open one tonight, Sarah?"

She looked stern for a moment, then broke down and squealed. "If they get to open one, then I want to, too!"

We all ended up in the living room, and as the kids tore into their  presents I looked around in satisfaction. Our home was filled with the  people that I loved. I'd been surprised that they'd all been willing to  come, but Christmas had turned out to be the perfect time to get  everyone together.

Ty had recently found out that he was going to be deployed to Germany.  He would have to leave in a few weeks, and would be gone for at least a  year.         

     



 

Ben was also heading to Europe. It had been almost three months since  Ivan had fled back across the Atlantic, but just like my mating bond,  the bond I shared with my brother didn't seem to be affected by  distance. I could tell that he was still there, but as much as he  blocked me, I could still sense an ongoing interest in my affairs that  made me nervous. Anik had contacted an old friend on our behalf, a  dragon named Marquis who was even older than he was, and who held  territory in the Netherlands. Marquis had agreed to allow Ben into his  territory, and Ben was planning on staying there to keep a closer eye on  Ivan-indefinitely.

I'd been shocked that he was willing to do that for us, but he'd just  shrugged and smiled. "Life is long," he'd said, blowing off my concerns  that he might be stuck over there for years. "And who knows, maybe there  will be something there for me that I haven't been able to find here."

I thought about how I'd been so drawn to the West Coast over the last  year, only to find my Devin there, and wondered if maybe there was  something waiting for him in another dragon's territory. There was still  so much about our dragon senses that was a mystery to me.

But I did believe in fate.

I looked over at mine. He was fucking beautiful, and at the moment he  was laughing with Sarah as he held up the scarf she'd knit for him. It  was …  interesting.

"I really do love it, Sare," he insisted. "It's …  creative?"

She smacked his shoulder, rolling her eyes. "Okay well, it was my first  attempt. Second, if you count the disaster I made for Luke. But we won't  mention that."

"Well, I'm honored that you, um, thought of me next," he said, gamely  wrapping the monstrosity around his neck. Good thing he didn't get cold,  I thought, biting back my own smile.

Seeing him so happy warmed me more than my dragon's fire ever would, and  as I looked around the room at the circle of friends and family who had  come together to celebrate with us, my heart suddenly felt too big.

"I have a present for you, too, baby," I said to Dev, standing up  abruptly and grabbing a little box off the mantle. I'd been saving it  for Christmas day, but suddenly I didn't want to wait.