Chapter Nine
“I fell asleep.” God, he had to stop that shit.
He’d fallen asleep and somehow wound up sacked out on the sofa, his head on Luke’s lap. And something smelled really good.
Luke stroked his hair from his face. “Yep. You did. You needed a nap. You’ll sleep a lot over the next while, I’m sure.”
“I’m sorry, man. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Except he did. He was changing. But if that was it, he needed to be stronger.
“I do. You’re changing. And it’s going to take lots of sleep, lots of food, and lots of loving. Just go with the flow. Trust me, if anything’s going on that shouldn’t be or I’m not happy with you, you’ll know. I can be a little...brusque.”
“I’ll do my best to be acceptable.” He didn’t want to lose Luke, not yet. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Luke would change his mind. He was a broken-down soldier. He’d never done anything but be a grunt. Luke was magical.
Luke growled, the sound low and deep and moving through him in a shiver. “You’re not ‘acceptable’. You are so much more than that. Stop putting yourself down! If I have to spank some sense into you, I will.”
“Oh, stop it.” He didn’t need idle threats.
“Only if you stop putting yourself down. You’re mine. I will take you as you are and I will be glad of it.” Luke glared, holding his gaze.
“Am I supposed to be intimidated?” He didn’t intimidate easily and for all his gruffness, Luke was really a teddy bear of a dragon.
“You’re supposed to listen to me and to believe me.”
“I’m listening.” He wanted to believe that he could be what Luke needed.
“The other half of that was equally important,” Luke noted. He took a breath and pressed a kiss on Greyson’s mouth. “It hurts me to see you think less of yourself.”
“I want to be—” Whole. Needed. Necessary. Good. “—right.”
“You are! All those things. Okay, maybe not whole yet.” Luke stroked his leg, which was currently only throbbing the tiniest bit, almost too little to notice. “But that’s coming. Trust me, you are both needed and necessary. Right to my soul.”
“Okay. Do you want food?” He did, but he didn’t want to be all grr-arg about it.
“I do. There are ribs in the oven. I had a bunch frozen that only needed to be sauced and heated up. The chickens will be thawed by tomorrow.” Luke headed to the kitchen. “I even made french fries in the deep fryer. You want ketchup?”
“I could cook for you.” Not ribs. But... God, he wanted to pull his weight around here, not be waited on hand and foot by Luke.
“There are ribs and french fries both ready to eat and keeping warm in the oven. You can make something for dessert and I’ll totally let you cook those chickens tomorrow. But we both need to eat sooner than later, so let’s go with what’s already made.”
“Okay. Sure.” He needed to read deeper in those cookbooks. It had never occurred to him that cooking could be anything but a chore.
“I can always show you how to make stuff, too. I’ve had a long time to experiment.” Luke put on a pair of oven mitts and tugged out two big plates, one with ribs slathered in sauce and the other with a mound of french fries.
He nodded, feeling utterly overwhelmed for a second—the smell of food like a deluge. How could he be so hungry it nearly froze him to the spot? They’d had an enormous breakfast, snacks, lunch...
Luke put the plates on the table, along with some salt and ketchup, several napkins, and two heavy glass mugs. “You drink beer?”
“I was in the service, Luke. I drink beer.”
Luke chuckled and put a couple of cold bottles on the table next to their glasses. “There, food and drink. And if you want anything strange on your french fries, let me know. We’ll likely have it somewhere here.”
“Thank you. No. No, I’m easy.”
“I used to think even ketchup was wrong on french fries. But I’ve come around in the last twenty years or so.”
He chuckled. Twenty years ago he was in grade school. It was hard to come to grips with how old Luke was. He looked like he was in his early thirties.
“Are you laughing at the old man?” Luke asked, eyes twinkling.
“No. No, not at all. Ketchup is a great thing. It covers up a multitude of sins—trust me, I know.”
“It’s okay. In the appropriate places.”
“On fries.”
“Exactly.” Luke grabbed a bunch of napkins. “Ribs are messy.”
“They smell good, though.” And he hurt, he was so empty.
“Eat.” Luke pushed him into the chair and pushed the plate toward him. “Eat,” Luke said again, out loud and in his head, too.
“I’m sorry. I’m so empty.” He said it out loud this time.
“I know. Just eat. Until you’re full. And you can always take anything you want from the fridge or the freezer. Don’t feel like you’re a guest here. This is your home now, too.”
He didn’t argue, just dug in because if he didn’t he was going to scream. The ribs were amazing, although that might have been the hunger talking. He feasted, licking the sauce off his fingers. Luke ate, too, matching him rib for rib and lick for lick. His stomach felt a little better after his eighth massive rib, and Luke took his hand, bringing it to his mouth and licking, sucking the sauce from his skin.
His eyes crossed, a buzz filling him as Luke’s tongue dragged over him.
“Mmm. As one hunger is sated, another wakes.” Luke sucked his thumb in, nibbling on the tip.
“You made it.”
“Are you saying you wouldn’t be horny right now if I hadn’t sucked on your finger?”
“Yes.” He thought. He was pretty sure.
“I don’t believe that. Of course, there’s no way to prove it now that I have sucked your finger.” Luke bit the fleshy part of his hand right below his thumb. “I imagine your continued horniness in the future will make my point for me.”
“Maybe I won’t be.” He doubted it, but it could happen.
“You will. The three S’s remember? Sustenance, sleep, and sex. All three are going to be your focus for the next while.”
“In that order?” he teased, trying to hide the niggle of worry that buzzed inside him.
“Not necessarily. You can have it in whatever order you want.”
He chuckled, then stood. Dishes. He needed to do dishes.
“Wouldn’t you rather make love with me and nap than do the dishes?” Luke asked. “We can throw them in the sink. We’ll get to them eventually.”
“Yes.” Because he did. He was full now, and he wanted to get in bed and touch.
Beaming, Luke got up, too, and helped him clear the dishes. Not that there were a lot—they’d eaten directly off the serving plates like they were a pair of animals. It didn’t take long to throw everything in the sink and run some water over them. Luke touched his arm when they were done.
“You want me to carry you?” Luke asked. “I want to carry you.”
He didn’t think about it; he lifted his arms. Luke picked him up without hesitation, carrying him like he was a child. His head rested on one broad shoulder and whatever he might think about it, it very definitely felt right. Luke made a deep, low sound that vibrated inside him, rumbling loud enough that it made him moan.
Before he knew it, they were in the bedroom with its huge bed and Luke laid him down onto the mattress like he was precious. Special.
Luke followed him down, covering him with a sigh, lips pressing against his. He opened up, wanting Luke’s kisses more than anything. Luke’s tongue swept through his mouth, the kiss gentle. For now.
He held on, focusing on those kisses, the connection between them. Luke rumbled continuously. As always that sound made him shiver from his mouth to his toes. It felt personal, like a sound just for him.
God, don’t stop. That’s so right.
Won’t stop. I’m yours. Luke deepened the kisses, the rumbling vibrations increasing, touching him everywhere.
His body began to tighten, arousal growing in slow, steady pulses. And Luke wasn’t doing anything aside from lying on him, kissing him, and rumbling. What would happen if Luke actually tried to turn him on? It was crazy, but too good to worry about.
Luke bit at his lower lip—a small, sharp nip that focused his attention.
He held them close together, moaning into Luke’s lips.
What do you want? Tell me and I’ll make it happen.
Love me.
That’s easy, I already do. Luke kissed him harder, hips pressing down against his.
Please. He arched up, pretending to fight.
Luke’s rumbles turned into growls that made his already hard cock ache and begin to leak as Luke ground them together in a slow rhythm.
Needy Pet.
“Not a pet,” Greyson murmured, out of habit more than any real dislike for the nickname. Which, honestly, he’d begun to like.
You’re mine.
Yes. There wasn’t any arguing with that. Not at all.
Satisfaction flooded him, no words, just the deep knowledge that Luke was pleased with his response.
He could handle that. Down to the ground.
Luke broke the kiss, staring down at him and panting. “Too many clothes.”
“Uh-huh.” That didn’t mean he was going to move.
Luke laughed, and the next thing he knew, Luke had torn the sweats right in two, exposing him. The T-shirt was next. He probably would have been angry if they’d been his clothes and not Luke’s.
“Those were fine!”
“They were in the way.” Luke bent and licked his right nipple.
“You’re—” Amazing. Crazy. Wonderful. Insane.
“I can hear your thoughts, you know,” Luke noted, voice dry as the desert.
“Don’t listen. It’s rude.”
“It’s kind of hard not to listen when you’re shouting.”
“I’m not!” Was he?
“Sometimes. That one was. Earlier, when you were upset, it was a buzz. I knew something was up, but you were keeping it to yourself. And why are we talking now that you’re naked?”
“I don’t know. Seems a little stupid, seeing as you can read my thoughts anyway.”
“It’s meant to bring us closer together. We have a bond no one else has—”
Greyson interrupted, “Except your brothers and their lovers.”
“Well, yes, but that doesn’t count. They have the ability to communicate like that for the same reason as us.”
“I’m still not sure I like having you in my head all the time.”
“I’m not sure what you want me to say to that,” Luke admitted.
Greyson shrugged. He wasn’t sure, either. The jury was still out on the whole thing, really. He shook it off. “Why don’t you kiss me?”
Luke pounced, kissing him, rubbing against him. There was something naughty about him being naked while Luke was still clothed.
He found one of Luke’s nipples under the heavy flannel, squeezing it, trying to make Luke feel good. Luke groaned for him.
“There’s still too many clothes involved here,” Luke noted.
“Yeah.” He started unbuttoning, his fingers clumsy as hell.
“You could try tearing it,” Luke suggested. “I bet the buttons pop open for you.”
Greyson rolled his eyes. “I like this shirt on you.”
Luke kissed him. “Thank you, Pet.” Then Luke helped, tugging the buttons from their holes less than carefully. Together they managed, both eager to bare Luke’s fine body.
Then Luke lay down carefully, pressing him into the mattress, their skin hot as any fire together. His eyelids got heavy, his body going hard and tight. Luke began rumbling again, the vibrations going through him easier now that they were touching directly.
“More.” He didn’t know what he was asking for, but he asked.
Luke brought their lips together, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue in. Undulating against him, Luke moved their bodies together, leaving tingles on his skin. He felt like he was burning up, buzzing down to the bone.
Luke ran a hand along his skin, tracing his muscles like Luke was learning to read him by Braille.
“Mmm...” His body melted.
“Your skin is amazing.”
“Thank you?”
“Why the question mark?” Luke rubbed their cheeks together.
“No one’s ever said anything nice about my skin.”
“Well, I’m your first lover—nobody else has ever had the chance.”
“Lover.” He liked how that sounded.
“That’s right.” Luke rubbed their noses together, then their cheeks.
Greyson was already getting stubble, but Luke’s cheeks were still smooth as they dragged against him.
“Gonna have to shave you again. Maybe I’ll shave more this time.” Luke pushed his hand between them, combing through Greyson’s pubes.
Greyson shook his head. “I need it for warmth.”
“I’ll keep you warm.” So matter-of-fact. So confident.
“You do. Now I’m doubly warm.”
“I’m still going to shave you. Imagine how neat it’ll feel, smooth skin on smooth skin. Besides, it’ll grow back.”
“You shaved my face. You should wait a little while.” What if it chafed?
“It won’t chafe if we make it a part of our daily routine. Share a shower, shave Grey, make love, have breakfast...”
“You’re eavesdropping again,” he pointed out.
Luke shrugged. “I’m not doing it on purpose. Should I be ignoring it when you’re so loud?”
“I don’t know. It’s never been like that for me.” He could see where it would be neat, maybe even necessary at times, but he still wasn’t sure he liked it.
“Well, we don’t need to keep secrets, so I wouldn’t worry about it. And it’s meant to help us.” Luke tugged on his pubes, not quite hard enough to hurt, but he sure noticed it.
“Help us.” He arched into the touch, swallowing hard.
“Find each other. Communicate. Learn each other. All good things.”
“Uh-huh. I like good things.”
Luke didn’t answer with words. Instead, he brought their mouths together again, focusing on long kisses that Greyson felt to his toes.
Greyson let himself relax, let himself be dizzy and dazed. Luke hummed, like he could feel it when Greyson let it happen. The kiss became more intense and Luke rolled against him.
He could feel Luke’s cock leaving wet, hot kisses on his hip, his prick, his belly. And he wanted more.
“Me, too,” Luke whispered before licking the skin beneath his ear.
Good. He didn’t know if Luke would hear that, but he was sure thinking it loud.
I heard you, Pet.
I hear you, Lukas-meine.
Mmmm. You do. Luke dragged one hand along his side, warm and lingering. Oh, that felt so nice.
Breaking the kiss, Luke kissed his way down toward the skin he’d been stroking.
“Mmm...” Goose bumps rose on his skin.
Luke rumbled for him, lips hot on his skin, leaving tingles in their wake. “Taste good, Pet.”
“I’m glad.”
“Uh-huh. Suck otherwise.” Luke continued to lick, dragging his tongue slowly over Greyson’s side. He never would have thought of that area as an erogenous zone, but Luke was making it happen.
His entire body began to shiver. He wasn’t cold, though. Quite the opposite. Luke continued to rumble and growl as he explored Greyson with his tongue, and the sounds seemed to settle in Greyson’s balls, making them ache. He buzzed, from his toes to his nose, and he felt precious. It wasn’t the lovemaking—okay, it was in part the lovemaking—but it was also the fact that Luke saw him, and paid minute attention to every part of him. Luke made him feel worthy of this focus.
Luke wrapped one hand around his cock, jacking him lazily, almost a side note to the thorough explorations.
He spread, his mouth going dry as he arched into the touch.
“Mine. Every single inch.” Luke spoke quietly, but his words were fierce.
“Yes.”
“Never forget that.” Luke nibbled on his hip, teeth threatening the skin, and it was delicious. His cock jerked, a single drop of need falling to his belly.
“Mmm. I can smell you.” Luke spoke the words against his skin.
“That’s good?” He breathed in deeply—he could smell Luke and the man smelled amazing, so maybe smelling him was good, too.
“It’s spectacular. You’re spectacular.” Luke met his gaze, and it burned through him.
“Flattery.” He reached out, stroked Luke’s jaw.
Luke pursed his lips and shook his head. “No. I’m not a flatterer.”
“No?” He loved the way Luke’s skin felt.
“It’s not in my nature.” Luke nipped at his hip bone.
“What is in your nature?”
“I’m a growly, grumpy bastard.”
“Oh. Me, too.”
Luke laughed. “Just another way we’re perfectly matched, hmm?”
“Either that or we’re going to eat each other alive.” He doubted it, but it was possible.
“I’d be happy to start that right now.” Luke pounced on his cock, taking it more than halfway in with a single swallow.
He gasped, so shocked he forgot to breathe.
Luke bobbed his head, suction tight as he went down on Greyson, over and over. He shook his head as he tried to focus. Luke pulled harder, tongue working his slit on every upstroke. The touches ached a bit, burned more than a bit, made him vocalize quite a bit. Then Luke made that rumbling noise again, the vibrations shaking through Greyson’s entire body.
He gasped and grabbed his balls, tugging them down hard.
Luke popped off, frowning at him. “What are you doing?”
“I didn’t want to pop like a cork, Luke!” He wanted to revel in this, in Luke and their connection, and grabbing his balls had been his first instinct to make the orgasm back off.
“Nothing wrong with popping like a cork. We’ll get you up again, and it’ll last longer the second time around.”
“Oh.” That’s not what he’d heard, so he’d assumed...
“You’ve got more to say, say it, Pet.”
“I’ll learn.” That was enough.
Luke’s eyes narrowed, pinning him. “No secrets, remember?”
“Everyone has secrets.”
Luke growled, and his cock took notice, jerked. Luke ran one finger underneath his balls, drawing a line up along his sensitive sac.
“Tell me why you were so adamant not to come quickly?”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to. Everyone says things about holding out, and I want to be good for you.”
“You know what you coming really quickly does for me, Pet? It tells me that what I’m doing feels so good that boom—you shot so fast. Makes me feel like a stud.”
He hadn’t even considered that Luke might need reassurance, might want him to prove his desire.
Luke held his gaze, licking his cock like it was an ice cream cone.
God help him, that was blistering. “You make me burn.”
He reached out, his hand shaking. Luke nuzzled into it, still licking at his cock, tiny, hot touches that zinged through him. Then Luke pointed his tongue, pushing it into his slit.
“Luke?”
Feels good, doesn’t it?
Yes? No? I don’t know. That was so foreign.
You’re allowed to not know. Luke kept sucking and licking and playing with his slit.
Thank you. Luke helped him feel like he belonged.
You do belong. Luke took him in deep again, sucking hard as he went down.
Greyson cried out, hips jerking restlessly. I do belong.
Yes! Luke took him in all the way and swallowed around the tip of his cock.
He shot with a cry, his balls emptying in a rush. Luke kept swallowing and each time his cock was squeezed, he gave another little squirt, like Luke was emptying him, forcing his orgasm to go on and on.
He stayed hard, his cock refusing to go down, even when Luke finally pulled off him, leaving his cock shining with saliva.
“Look at that.” Luke patted his cock, almost too hard.
He caught his breath. Luke kissed the tip, lips lingering. “I’ll give you a minute to catch your breath before we go on.”
“Okay.” He closed his eyes, enjoying the way pleasure and warmth made him feel.
“It looks good on you,” Luke murmured. “Pleasure. Happiness. Me.”
“I feel selfish, but it all feels so good.”
“Selfish? How is letting me love on you selfish?” Luke asked, stroking his abs.
“I thought I was going to stop living there for a minute.”
“That good?” Luke looked very pleased by that. “I’m going to do my best to make sure you feel that good every time.”
“Every time?”
“I’m going to try. No way I’m half-assing making love to my soul mate.”
God, he loved the things that Luke said to him.
Luke kissed his cock again, then his hip, then his belly, each kiss moving Luke up a little higher and leaving pleasure in its wake.
He felt the deep buzzing, all throughout his body.
Luke got to his nipple and licked it, then moved to lick the other one before coming back to the first. It was almost dizzying, the way Luke moved back and forth between them. Greyson closed his eyes, squeezing them tight together, focusing on Luke’s mouth. The heat from it, the suction, both made his nipples ache. He’d never realized how sensitive they could be. It was breathtaking.
It was maddening. He didn’t want it to stop.
Luke slowed, sucking each nipple for longer periods and licking his way across Greyson’s breastbone each time he switched. “You taste delicious.”
“You need to stop, I think. They ache.” Please don’t stop.
“I don’t think them aching is that big of a problem. In fact, it’s a good thing. You heard of nipple clamps?”
“Heard of them?” He wasn’t stupid, he could put one and one together. He knew what nipples were, what clamps were.
“I have some. I have a lot of toys.” Luke smiled at him, eyes hot.
“Toys?” Clamps were tools, not toys.
“Things to play with to make sex even better. I know, right? How could it be better? Trust me, it can.”
“We don’t need extras.” Sex was already pretty fucking good. He wasn’t sure he could survive better.
“We don’t need them. Doesn’t mean we won’t want them. Doesn’t mean we won’t use them. Doesn’t mean they aren’t fun.”
“It’s not...” Naughty? Wicked? Weird?
Probably all three. Those are good words.
“Yeah?” He felt so out of his league.
Luke growled. “You’re mine. Don’t put yourself down.”
“I wasn’t. Don’t snarl at me,” he snapped. He was new to all this. All of it.
“I warned you I was a growly bastard.”
“You did, but I was...feeling the truth.”
“There’s nothing truthful to the thought that you’re out of your league.”
“You’re so amazing, Luke. I want to be amazing to you.”
“You are. You’re my soul mate, why wouldn’t I think you’re amazing? That I have you here is amazing?”
“I guess you’ve waited a long time, huh?”
“It feels like forever,” Luke admitted to him. “I’ve been waiting my whole life.”
“Jesus.” He stopped and grabbed Luke, held on tight. “I’m here now, huh?”
“You are. And it’s forever. I’ll take it.” Luke wrapped those strong arms around him, holding him tightly. “No one is going to take you away from me.”
“No. No, no one will.”
Luke growled, putting his strength behind the sound. That was right. No one ever would.
“I want you,” Luke told him, meeting his gaze. “I want to be inside you and fill you with my come. I need to. I need to make sure it stays inside you, too.”
“We’ve proven you fit, Dragon. We can probably try it again.”
Luke laughed, the sound wrapping around Greyson, making him feel good.
“Let me go get something to help with keeping my seed inside you.”
“Something to help?”
“Just a little plug so you don’t have to go around with your ass clenched tight.” Luke stroked his crack, fingers lingering on his hole. “You need my seed to help you with the changes.”
God, the things Luke said. Out loud. Greyson’s cheeks were burning.
Luke kissed him hard, then got up and went over to the wardrobe. He bent, searching along the bottom shelf. Greyson found himself staring, looking at Luke’s tight ass, the muscles of his strong legs, the way his calves were formed. God. Like he could feel Greyson’s admiration, Luke shifted, moving his weight from one foot to the other. It was quite the show.
Straightening, Luke came back toward him, something in his hand. Greyson wasn’t sure he wanted to see, if he were honest. He didn’t get a choice, though. When Luke came back, he set the thing on Greyson’s belly. It was small and flesh-coloured and oblong with a base on it.
“Just a small plug, as you aren’t used to them yet.” Yet.
“Oh, that’s—I don’t know if I can, Luke.”
“It’s a thousand times smaller than my cock, Grey.”
Well, maybe not a thousand times. Sure, Luke was hung, but this thing was bigger than a finger. And, well, he did his best to articulate his main objection and when the words came out, he knew that they were the truth. “It’s not you.”
“Well, no, but I can’t stay inside you as long as this can.” Luke rolled it on his belly and it warmed quickly.
“I don’t know. That seems...so weird.” But it wouldn’t hurt, so he could try, he guessed.
“It’s going to be hot. It’s small, but you’ll still feel it, you’ll know it’s there and that I put it there.”
“I believe in you.” He spread his legs for Luke, offering himself.
“And I believe in you. I believe you can do this. And I believe it’s going to be very, very good.”
He wasn’t so sure about that, but he didn’t think it would hurt, either.
Luke climbed into bed, rubbing his fingers along Greyson’s skin. He pushed closer, reminding himself to breathe, in and out. No stress. Humming, Luke took his lips, tongue sweeping through his mouth. The strong fingers moved on his skin, leaving warmth and tingles in their wake. That was what he needed. His dragon, loving on him. He could feel how wonderful this was, how good.
Luke encouraged him to spread his legs wider, and one finger slid along his crack. He tried not to tense, but it was instinctive. Immediate. He wasn’t used to deliberately making himself vulnerable.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Luke told him, continuing to stroke, the touches soft, barely there.
“I know. Just a thing.” He moaned deep in his chest, the touches making him insane.
On the next pass, Luke pushed his finger right into Greyson’s hole, the pressure strong as his body resisted for a moment, then he was suddenly breached. The scrape of Luke’s touch inside him was so good it made him gasp.
“Mmm. So tight, so hot. You feel so good inside.”
“I ache some, but it’s good.” Even the ache felt good. Or maybe it was the ache that made all of it feel good.
Luke nodded like he knew, and pressed his finger in deeper. Greyson spread, bending his knee to let Luke in.
Luke’s finger disappeared and he cried out, bereft.
“Easy, Pet. I need the lube, then I’ll be inside you again.” True to his word, Luke pressed his fingers in again, two this time, stretching him.
Greyson rocked into the touch, the pleasure suiting him to the ground. Luke’s rumbles only added to his enjoyment, each one vibrating in his balls as the fingers inside him pushed deep, spread apart, and twisted together.
“Yes. Yes, more.” He’d never known it could be so good.
“I will always have more for you.” Luke’s words sounded like they were a promise. They came with a press of fingers against his gland, sending a shower of sensation throughout his body.
His body tensed, the world tightening to his lover’s touch. “Please.”
Luke’s mouth covered his, Luke pushing his fingers up against Greyson’s gland again. He cried out, sparkles lighting up behind his eyes. Luke continued to kiss and to fingerfuck him, opening him up and sending him flying. It was so very good.
He found himself slamming up to meet the thrusts.
“So hungry. It means you’re changing, becoming mine deep down.” Luke’s words were like another caress, warming him from the inside.
He nodded. He could become Luke’s. He already was Luke’s.
Luke pushed in another finger, the stretch making him burn, but not in a bad way—in a good way. Such a good way. He drew his legs up, spreading himself wider, then he stopped and shook. He couldn’t do that. His legs didn’t do that.
“Easy, Pet. You know you’re changing. Everything is changing.” Luke rubbed his hand along Greyson’s thigh, fingers digging in.
“I can’t move like that.” But he had, and nothing hurt. In fact, the stretch felt good. “Luke. I can’t move like that anymore.” Not since the mine. It was impossible.
“Except that you did,” Luke pointed out, fingers so heavy on his leg.
He grabbed Luke and held on, fear shaking him. Injuries did not heal overnight.
“I have you,” Luke said, words growling from his chest, filling him with Luke’s strength. “You’re getting better and that’s a good thing,” Luke insisted.
“Yes. But, Luke, this is impossible.”
“So are dragons.” The growl was low, almost a snarl.
“No. No, I believe in you. But I’m not magical.” He was a soldier. Stuff like this didn’t happen to him. His purview was more explosions and injuries.
“But you’re my soul mate. That means you’re magical. I’ve told you that before.”
He wanted to believe. He wanted to. “It’s hard to understand.” It was a world-changing shift.
“I can be patient if I have to be. After all, we have all the time in the world.”
“We have all the time in the world.” Those words felt so good. “I want to be magical, too, Luke.” He really did. He’d hid his orientation so long, lived without love, lived with his injury, resigned to the fact it would never go away. This right here, with Luke, was a thousand times better and he wanted it.
“You are.” Luke’s smile was so sure, as were his words.
Could one turn magical overnight? “I’ll have to take your word for that.”
“That’ll do for now.” Luke moved his fingers inside Greyson, pushing them deep and reminding him what they were in the middle of doing.
“‘Kay.” Okay. Yes. And also God, yes.
Luke stretched his fingers wide a few times, dragging them from deep inside, all the way back to his entrance before twisting them together and moving them forward again, hitting his gland. Repeating the motion a few times, Luke rained kisses down over his face.
He begged for each, one after another, desperate. Luke gave him everything he needed, sending him soaring, and still he needed more.
“You need me, my heat, my seed.”
“Yes. Yes, Lukas-meine. I need!”
“I know.” Luke pulled his fingers away, but Greyson wasn’t empty for long. It was only a second later that Luke’s thick, hot cock pushed into him, filling him slowly up.
“Oh.” All the noise stopped and he sucked in a deep breath. “There.”
Luke growled and kept sinking in deeper. The thick cockhead nudged his gland.
He nodded, trying to encourage Luke to do it again, even though his breath was stolen. Please. Please, do it again. Please.
Still rumbling, Luke pulled out as slowly as he’d pushed in, then he moved forward again and that electric touch lit through him once more. Greyson nodded and moved, rubbing that sweet cock inside him.
Luke’s growls got louder and the next push in was harder, knocking up more solidly against his gland.
Yes! He arched, pleasure zipping through him.
Luke pounded into him, the rhythm addictive as Luke gazed down at him.
He reached up, cupped Luke’s cheek, awed. Luke nuzzled into his touch, then turned his face and kissed the palm of his hand. Electricity shot through him—bone to balls, the destroyed tattoo on his thigh feeling like it was on fire.
“Yes!” Luke shouted and slammed into him, no more rhythm in these thrusts, only strength.
Greyson met each one, eager and hungry, grunting as they worked together. When Luke wrapped his hand around Greyson’s cock, it was the perfect touch. Exactly what he’d needed.
He arched up, his balls emptying with one stroke.
“Yes!” Luke shouted it and slammed into him several more times before stilling and filling him with several pulses of heat.
Oh, he didn’t want it to end. Not at all.
“I’ll stay in as long as I can,” Luke told him.
“Okay.” He wasn’t going to argue—he wanted it.
Luke rested against him, and pressed kisses all over his face. Each one heated his skin. He whimpered, his body clenching and relaxing, again and again. Luke’s noises joined his, winding with them to make an even better symphony.
“You like this?” He squeezed again.
Luke’s increased growling was his answer.
Oh. Oh, that was delicious. He ached for that.
“Don’t stop,” Luke murmured, the words only barely discernable from Luke’s growls.
He frowned, surprised at how much energy it took to keep squeezing.
Luke pressed more kisses on his face, then latching on to the skin of his neck. The sting started slowly, but began to ramp up, higher and higher. He was going to have a lurid bruise there. The idea of that sent a thrill through him.
Luke was leaving his mark.
Yes. The world will know you’re mine.
He chuckled, because they didn’t see a lot of the world, but that was okay.
Shh. It was romantic. Luke scraped his teeth along the spot he’d been working.
“I love romance.” Who knew? He’d never had it before, but now he couldn’t stop smiling.
“I’m the king of romance.” Luke grinned at him. “Is something no one has ever said to or about me. But you inspire me.”
“I like that, being inspirational.” He was a dork.
“I like that you are, too.” Luke took his mouth and began to thrust again, the thick cock pushing into him over and over. “You inspired me to bring us both another orgasm.”
“Another? We can do that?” He loved this.
“We can.” Luke wrapped his hand around Greyson’s cock and he was shocked to realize he was hard, too. He’d been concentrating so hard on squeezing Luke’s cock that he hadn’t noticed his own.
That’s one of the reasons why you’re magical, Pet.
Luke wrapped a hand around his cock, jacking in time with every push of that beautiful cock into him. They found a rhythm, nice and steady, in and out, in and out. Tug and push, tug and push. It made him dizzy. So did the kisses that, each and every one, stole his breath.
The whole world spun in a slow, lazy circle. He had no clue how long it went on for, and it didn’t matter. The connection between them was everything.
That’s right, Pet. Everything.
He shivered at the thoughts, pushing into Luke, bucking into each thrust. More, he needed more. He seemed to always need more from Luke. And Luke always gave it to him.
The speed of Luke’s thrusts increased, the hand around his cock tightening. He sobbed, the pleasure enough to make him want to scream. Luke played with his cockhead, thumb rubbing back and forth across his slit lips. It was exquisite. He did that, when he was jacking himself off. It was so much better when Luke did it. Of course, so was getting jacked off with Luke’s hand over his own.
He groaned and Luke rumbled and everything sped, moving faster.
“Soon. Soon, please. Soon.” He wasn’t making any sense, he knew it.
“Gonna make this one last.” Luke kept his rhythm cool and steady.
Oh, that was no fair. He was buzzing, inside and out. He wanted his orgasm now!
“Don’t you want that feeling to go on and on?” Luke asked.
“I don’t know if I can bear it,” he admitted. Was there such a thing as too much pleasure?
“You’ll have to try until you can’t anymore.” Luke’s grin was wicked, teasing.
“Evil old man.” He could tease, too.
“Old doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Luke pushed in harder, slamming into his gland.
“N-no?” Come on. Come on, man, you can hold your own.
Luke chuckled. “You know what comes with age? Wisdom. Strength. Power.”
“Beauty.” Luke filled his soul up.
“I’ll take it.” Luke kissed him again, pounding into him, pushing everything from his head except this. Except Luke.
This wild song started ringing inside him, filling him up.
Our song. You and me. We’re doing that.
You can hear it, too.
Of course. It’s ours. Luke moved faster, speeding up the song, making it a celebration that filled him.
Greyson sank into the sensations, letting himself drown in them. Their bodies seemed to meld together, so he didn’t know where he ended and Luke began and it was all consuming. It was everything.
And he spun out of control.
When Luke growled out “come”, he did, as if there was a button pushed that made it happen, just like that. It didn’t really matter, he was home.
They rode the wave of pleasure together, then Luke rested his forehead against Greyson’s and they both panted, sharing air as they slowly came down.
“I have you, Pet. I will always have you.”
Luke stayed inside him a little longer, before he reached for the plug that had rolled onto the bed.
Greyson’s body tensed, squeezing Luke hard.
“God, you’re so wonderfully tight.”
“You fit.” That was what mattered.
“I fit perfectly. Like you were made for me. Oh wait.” Luke grinned, smile almost feral. “You were.”
“I’m sure I have other qualities,” he teased.
“Than your fuckability? Of course. I like the way you look. I like the darkness inside you. I want to make it—and you—mine.”
How could he argue with that? Seriously?
“You don’t.” Luke smiled, then whimpered as he began to pull away, the thick cock pulling out of him so very slowly.
“Don’t leave.” The words popped out of his mouth. Everything made sense when Luke was inside him.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here with you. And we’re plugging my seed inside you.”
Oh God. Luke kept saying that kind of stuff.
He felt it then, the hard plug pressed against his hole where Luke’s cock was moving away. He stiffened, but there was no denying it, no keeping the plug out.
“Easy,” murmured Luke. “It’s much smaller than I am.” Luke kept pulling out, the plug right there, ready to go in as soon as he was fully out.
“I know, but it’s not you.” That was an important distinction.
“It’ll keep my seed inside you, though. So, part of me is still in you.”
Greyson blinked, then moaned, deep in his chest.
As Luke’s cock came all the way out, he pushed the plug in and just like that Greyson was plugged. It almost seemed anti-climactic.
“What do I do now?” Greyson asked.
“Now we do whatever it was we were going to do. Your body will work automatically to keep the plug inside.”
He wasn’t going to be able to move. What if it fell out?
“It’s going to be fine, Pet. You’ll see.”
“But, seriously...” It seemed impossible to go about their business like this was normal.
“No butts.” Luke snickered like he’d just told the best naughty joke ever.
“Are you kidding me?” He started cackling, cracking up.
Luke didn’t laugh with him, but he grinned lazily, looking pleased at himself.
“You butthead,” Greyson accused fondly.
Luke did laugh then. “You said butt.”
“Did I?”
“You did!” Luke pounced and kissed him, rolling them so he was on top of the strong body. “I like your butt, in case there was any doubt.” Luke patted it, nudging the little plug inside him.
His eyes went wide at the sensation. “No touching.” That made everything bigger.
“That’s not for you to say.”
“Sure it is.” It was his body.
“Yes, it is your body. But I’m your soul mate and I’m a dragon.”
“Uh-huh...” He wasn’t following.
“And you’re mine.” Luke said it like that explained everything and anything.
“And you’re mine.” At least that was the plan.
Luke nodded. “I am. Every inch.” Luke grabbed his ass again, squeezed again, that plug shifting again, moving inside him.
“And still, you’re touching.” He had to shiver. Luke was right, of course, but still. It was the principle of the thing.
“Not only do we both love it when I touch you, but it’s necessary, too. A biological imperative. It helps solidify the bond and it will make the changes easier if we keep in contact. You do like it when I touch you, don’t you?”
“Shh...” Of course he did. It felt amazing. And, he had to admit, it made everything easier, like all this made more sense when Luke touched him.
Luke ran his lips over Greyson’s skin. The caress was delicious. Luke did it again, then again, lips warming his skin, making it tingle, even as Luke kept squeezing his ass and making that plug inside him move around.
The situation moved slowly from weird and uncomfortable to sensual and erotic. Luke knew, too, smiling down at him as he started to enjoy it, as it became something he had a feeling he was soon going to crave.
“Yes. Feel it, enjoy it.”
“Shh. Shh, please. You make me a little crazy.” They didn’t have to say it out loud, did they?
“Only a little?” Luke asked. Then he licked Greyson’s throat, stopping to suck his Adam’s apple for a moment.
“A little.” Damn.
Luke growled and set to sucking harder, leaving another mark on him. It was a good thing he wasn’t still in the service.
“I want anyone and everyone who sees you to know you’re taken. It doesn’t matter that we hardly ever see anyone up here—the way I feel is the same as if we did.”
“I hope so. I wouldn’t want you to treat me differently.”
“I may be even more possessive when we’re around other people,” Luke admitted. “But my feelings are the same.”
“Good.” Greyson’s eyelids were getting heavy. He didn’t need to be sleepy again.
“It’s normal, Pet.” Luke kissed his eyelids, and his eyes closed beneath the touches. “Just go with it. I’ll still be here when you wake up. So will the need. So will the food.”
“You promise?” He smiled as he asked, because Luke wouldn’t leave him. He knew that.
“I swear it to you. And I would never break a vow I make.”
“I know.”
That part was easy.