A beautiful mating ceremony should have been enough for Idris, and it was something he’d waited for his whole life. Nothing about tying his soul to Mac’s had disappointed, but he didn’t think the dinner and celebrating afterward would ever end. He wanted to have Mac’s dragon claim him. Not only was it necessary to fully unite them, but he also had plans to try something new. This time he wanted to bottom for his mate.
“You okay?” Mac asked once they finally got to their bedroom. “You’ve been quiet for the last hour or so.”
Idris offered him a smile. “You’d better tell Roger to go find a comfortable spot in his little space, because I have plans for you.”
Mac turned his head to peek at the dragon perched on his shoulder. “Sorry, Roger. I guess you need to have some alone time.”
The familiar may have grumbled, but he allowed Mac to put him on a cushion and pull the velvet curtain shut.
“Are we going to play board games?” Mac asked.
“I did see a sexy one for couples in a catalog once—but no.”
“Interesting, what kind of catalog was it, and why haven’t I seen it?”
“It’s Duff’s. He’s got a bunch of porn from his dad. Not sure why he’s kept it since it’s all women. They were very beautiful, but it’s a little odd for a gay guy.”
“Indeed. We’re missing a board game, so what’s the plan?”
Idris walked up and wrapped his arms around Mac’s neck. “We need to finish our matebond.”
“Tilt your head, and I’ll bite.”
Rolling his eyes, Idris kissed him. “I thought we could do better than just some fangs in my neck.”
“Should’ve known right after we mated, you’d get more demanding,” Mac teased. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to bottom for you. I want you inside me when you bite me.”
“I don’t want you to think this is something you have to do. I’m more than happy to have you inside me when I nibble on your neck.”
“The whole idea of nibbling isn’t the sexiest thing in the world but no, I’ve thought about this a lot, and I want to bottom.”
“Okay, but if you change your mind at any point, I won’t be mad or disappointed. We’ll simply change our game plan and go from there. All right?”
“Okay.”
Mac rubbed his hands over Idris’s back, then yanked his shirt from his jeans. “Today was incredible.”
“I’m so glad you’re my mate.”
“I feel the same way about you,” Mac whispered, laying a line of kisses down Idris’s jaw as he palmed Idris’s ass.
Idris relaxed his body against Mac’s as his blood heated. It hardly took any effort at all from Mac to get Idris hard. He reveled in his mate’s ability to make him burn with desire. Their mouths met as Idris pulled Mac’s T-shirt from his pants and slid his hands under to feel his warm skin. There was an answering stiffness against his belly, and Idris still marveled that he could do that to Mac.
“We should move to the bed,” Mac said close to his ear.
Idris didn’t hesitate. He freed himself from Mac’s embrace, then grabbed just below the back of his collar to tug his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor. He undid his jeans and shoved them, along with his underwear, down his legs. Stepping out of them, he yanked the covers to the foot of the bed, climbed into the middle of it, and lay down on his back. He lifted his gaze, so he wouldn’t miss Mac’s tattoo flirting with him in the low light as the dragon shifter removed the rest of his clothing.
Mac joined Idris on the mattress and crawled over his prone body. Bracketed by Mac’s arms, Idris twined his own around his mate’s neck as they pressed their lips together. Grinding a little against him, Mac tongued him thoroughly. Mac’s steely length glided against his, and he could hardly wait until it was deep inside him. Idris’s skin dampened as he writhed beneath his dragon.
Each time they came together, Mac made Idris’s confidence grow with the way he responded to their lovemaking. It allowed Idris to give over to his instincts, so when the desire to spread his legs and cradle Mac’s hips hit him, he went with it. Idris bent his knees and thrust upward to get more friction against his sex.
“Don’t you make me come,” Mac said against his mouth, then worked his way down Idris’s body.
He laid kisses down Idris’s chest. Mac bit down on one sensitive nipple and Idris groaned. While Idris would not have complained if he spent more time laving the aching tip, Mac moved on. His lips trailed over Idris’s belly; then Mac swallowed down his cock in one fell swoop. It wasn’t the first time Mac had sucked Idris’s dick, but it was still a shock to his system. His muscles tensed as Mac worked him all the way to the back of his throat.
Idris had no clue how Mac had remembered to grab the lube or even when he’d done it, but he knew he’d found it when one slick finger trailed around his pucker. He’d done the same to himself before and was already aware of how much it pleased him. Knowing it was Mac toying with him only ratcheted up his excitement.
His throat was too dry to start issuing demands to Mac, but his other half understood just what to do. Mac slipped that digit into his hole while he continued to use his mouth on Idris’s rigid length.
“Oh Mac,” he managed. He was already close to the edge, and Mac was not anywhere near done. Idris lifted his arms over his head and wished it was cooler in the room. Some rational part of his brain shouted back that even if he was standing in a freezer, Mac could make him feel as if he was burning up from the inside out.
His toes curled as his nerve endings registered only pleasure when Mac used his tongue to torture his dick while he pushed two fingers into him. He pumped them in and out while Idris reveled in everything Mac was doing to him. This was the man Fate had granted him for eternity, and he praised her for giving them the ability to come together in this way.
The dragon shifter took his time stretching Idris, and he hoped he didn’t embarrass himself by coming before the main event. He decided Mac’s mouth should be illegal, and the muscles in his legs were shaking with the intensity of holding back by the time Mac worked three digits into his willing body. It was nothing Idris hadn’t experienced before. He understood what it took for two men to come together and had become quite adept at gratifying himself by the time he’d met Mac.
Panting and with air becoming a premium, Idris managed to finally get some oxygen into his lungs when Mac let his prick fall from his lips.
“You ready for me?” he asked as he continued to use his fingers back and forth. Before Idris could answer, Mac slid them over his prostate. He called out as his back arched.
Idris licked his lips. “I’d like to have your dick now. Okay? So now would be a really good time.”
“Whatever you want.”
Mac pulled his hand away and Idris’s gaze was greedy as his mate rubbed lube over the ruddy skin of his cock. As always, the sight of Mac playing with himself made Idris want. “Someday I want to try to come just watching you jerk off.”
“Rather lofty goal. Lift your hips a little higher.”
Idris complied, and Mac shuffled closer to him on the bed. Their eyes met, and Mac watched him carefully as he pressed the head of his sex against Idris’s stretched pucker. Mac moved slow, taking great care to make it easy on Idris. He worked his way inside, but Idris felt no pain. There was only pressure and an increasing feeling of fullness as Mac slid more of himself into Idris.
By the time he was fully seated, Idris was wishing he would hurry the fuck up and wondering if he was going to enjoy this strange new experience.
“You okay? I know it feels weird at first, but it’ll get better. I promise.”
“I know I’ll like it.”
Mac gave him a tender smile, then leaned over him. He balanced his weight on his elbows and Idris liked that it put the ridged muscles of his belly against Idris’s still-hard cock. It had deflated a little at the invasion, but he lifted his hips to get a little friction.
“Can I move yet?”
Already engrossed with the touch of Mac’s heated skin against his dick, Idris arched his back. “Sure.”
Mac pulled out, then slid back in. His movements were slow, as Mac’s mind was fully engaged in making sure he wasn’t hurt. This was not how Idris wanted his mate to be during sex. He needed Mac as lost in desire as he was when they came together. Pulling his arms down, he dug his fingers into Mac’s damp back and drove his body upward in small thrusts.
“Damn sweetheart, the way you fuck.”
His words were music to Idris’s ears and when Mac pistoned his hips quicker, Idris caught on to why his mate was always so eager to bottom. Mac angled himself so his cock was nailing Idris’s prostate, and the feel of him as he pulled out of his hole made Idris forget all about making sure he got any contact on his dick. He wasn’t going to need it. Words tumbled from his lips, though he had no idea what they were. Idris simply held on to Mac as a craving built inside him.
His balls tightened as Mac’s breath puffed out over his lips. They were too busy driving toward their climaxes to handle anything as simple as kissing. Idris threw his head back, and Mac licked his neck. The next thing Idris registered was an overwhelming wave of desire wrapped around a deep sense of love. His dragon bit him, and their worlds collided in glorious fashion. His own shout exploded from him, but it sounded somewhere far away as his orgasm ripped through him. Above him, Mac moaned around his fangs as wetness splashed Idris’s insides. He managed to smile when he realized his mate had come.
“Wow,” Mac mumbled after he’d pulled his mouth away.
Idris dragged air into his poor lungs and unclenched the fingers still digging into Mac’s back. He’d held on so tight they were beginning to cramp. “That about sums it up.”
“Tell me,” Mac said in a satisfied voice. “Did you enjoy bottoming?”
Lifting a hand, he swept the wet hair from Mac’s forehead. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure I was liking it at first, but it definitely got better.”
“It’ll be even better next time.”
Idris lifted his head and gave Mac a small kiss. “I know.”
“But don’t think you’re going to be doing this all the time, Wizard. I still get to bottom.”
“We’ll make a schedule.”
“Or flip a coin.”
Idris rubbed two fingers together and produced a token of indigo and black. Mac leaned over on one elbow and took it from him. “Gross Idris, you put Roger on our fuck coin.”
Laughing, Idris, said, “I didn’t know what else to put on there, so I used Roger on the heads side.”
“Young man, my dragon just claimed you. He might prefer to be on our fuck coin.”
Idris corrected his design and pulled Mac close against him, heedless of the mess he’d made between them. “Thank you. Today was magical.”
“For me too. I wish I could stay inside you forever.”
“Me too. I’m glad you’re mine.”
Mac kissed the corner of his mouth, then centered on his lips. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too.”