Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Gre—” Salem gasped under a particularly strong thrust and had to try again. “Gregori—”
Gregori hummed, more like a thrum in his throat, which he knew would make his entire tongue vibrate.
Salem thrashed under it, nearly sobbing. Ooh, that was a fun reaction. Let’s do that again.
On the second foray, Salem did sob, nerves overloaded with pleasure. His hands scrambled for purchase in Gregori’s hair, pulling almost painfully.
“Pl-please.”
Impressive, he got a word out. Honestly, Gregori was at his limit as well. He needed in that tight ass. Now.
He lifted his head up, looking down the long, lean body in front of him. Salem was stiffly erect, leaking pre-cum. His whole body was dewed with sweat and flushed.
“Fuck me,” Salem ordered, or maybe pleaded. “I like it rough, just fuck me.”
“Oh, I’ll fuck you,” Gregori promised in a low rumble.
He levered up onto the mattress, knees on the edge. He wasn’t precisely gentle as he got his dick lined up with that sweet hole and pushed in.
Salem keened as his head thrashed on the pillow back and forth. He flexed around Gregori’s dick as he pushed inside.
“Yesyesyesyesyes,” Salem hissed.
He gave the man no pause. The second he was balls deep, he pulled back and thrust in again, forcefully enough to move Salem toward the headboard.
With a cry, the mage got a firm handle on Gregori’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as he was fucked over and over again, moving across the sheets with each thrust. Each little grunt and pant when Gregori thrust into that tight heat only drove him higher, made him want to impossibly fuck the man harder. So good. This was just so damn good. He couldn’t remember sex ever feeling like this.
Salem clenched around him, entire body latching on to Gregori, shaking as he came hard all over both of them, a cry caught behind his teeth. As he came, his ass clenched down on Gregori’s dick, squeezing in the most delicious way. Gregori groaned into the man’s shoulder, his climax literally pulled out of him. His hips thrust in micro-bursts, needing to move some as he pumped hot cum into Salem.
They both dropped bonelessly to the mattress, breathing like they’d just finished a marathon. Gregori knew he should probably move, not crush Salem, but he couldn’t find the energy or the willpower to do it. He was loath to move, and even more loath to separate. Which was strange for him. He liked cuddles after sex, but he wasn’t normally this clingy, so why—
Mate, his dragon informed him.
Oh.
Shit.
Seriously?!
For a full second, Gregori.exe stopped working. Reboot required. Wait, even with a reboot, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. Salem was his mate? He’d literally just had a one-night stand with his mate?
Well, no, it couldn’t be that anymore. Salem was his mate, after all.
Delighted, he smiled, and his dragon started purring in contentment. Finally, after centuries, they had their mate. Life couldn’t get more perfect than this.
Salem shifted under him, sounding amused as he asked, “Do all you dragons purr like this after sex?”
“Uh.” Caught flat-footed, Gregori mentally scrambled for a better answer than that. “Well, um, not always? I’m just particularly happy right now.”
“Can you be happy and let me breathe?”
Oh, right, he was crushing the man. Gregori lifted up and gingerly pulled out, a hell of a lot more carefully than he’d pushed in, and caught the slight wince on Salem’s face. He might have been too rough. Salem noticeably didn’t complain, though, and settled right back into the mattress with a sated sigh.
Gregori rolled off the bed and into the en suite bathroom, dampened a hand towel, then came back to clean Salem up. The man complied with a sigh and a smile, apparently enjoying the attention.
“You’re a considerate lover,” Salem complimented, eyes closing as he relaxed utterly. “Whoever is your mate will be lucky to have you.”
That seemed as good a segue as any. Gregori chucked the towel into the hamper in the corner, then sat next to Salem on the bed. “About that. You’re my mate.”
For a second, it looked like Salem had fallen asleep, that was how still he was. Then his eyes popped open and he jerked upright into a sitting position, staring at Gregori incredulously.
“I’m what?!”
“You’re my mate.” Okay, surprise was expected. It was fine. Humans always took a minute to wrap their heads around the idea.
Salem kept staring at him, like a man waiting for the last piece of the puzzle so the rest made sense. “You can’t possibly know that already.”
“Uh, actually, dragons usually know pretty quickly. It’s mages that take some time to get used to it. I’m absolutely not rushing you,” Gregori tacked on hastily. “I just thought I should tell you.”
“If I’m your mate, that means I have to move down here to live with you, right? Like Sam did.”