Scorch: M/M Gay Shifter Mpreg Romance (Dragon's Destiny: Fated Mates Book 2) (9 page)

I
still had
the taste of my mate in my mouth, and my otherself was pushing me to pull over and finish claiming him—
now
. I was impatient, too, but even though Devin was my mate and I knew he wouldn’t deny me, I didn’t want to take him, claim him, change him with my fire, without him knowing what he was getting into, and what it meant for him.

There was more than just fate between us. I loved him, and I needed to show him my dragon, and explain that my heat would make him fertile. That I wanted him to bear my child. That my fire would bind him to me forever, his life literally becoming tied to mine.

Once that happened, the subtle awareness we both had of each other would grow into a full bond, allowing us to share every thought, every feeling. My dragon’s powers would flow to him through that connection. His body would gain my fast healing, my longevity, and just enough of my shape shifting ability to allow him to carry our child.

In subtle ways, too, it would separate Devin from the people he knew. My kind generally didn’t allow humans to know about us—keeping our existence secret, compelling them to forget if they stumbled across the information—but it meant that the kind of closeness possible between lovers, friends, family—the kind of closeness that Devin enjoyed with Sarah and Luke—just wasn’t possible for us. There were exceptions of course, like Ty, but in general being my mate would mean that he would always live a life slightly apart from the rest of humanity.

I wanted him to know all of it before he said yes. I didn’t ever want him to have any regrets once he was really mine.

“Can I ask you something?” Devin said, shifting in his seat so that he was facing me.

I glanced over and nodded, squeezing his thigh.

He was blushing.

“Back there, in the, um, courthouse…” He was biting his lip, turning even redder when I gave him my attention. The sight made my cock start to swell, and when I saw his eyes dart down to my lap I groaned. I wanted to be inside him. I wanted to bury my cock in the tight little ass I’d had my hands on a few minutes before, and whether he knew it or not, he was feeling that desire through our bond. Just like I could feel his.

I forced my eyes back onto the road. I really, really, needed to stop thinking about sex until I could show him what I really was. He wasn’t going to make that easy, though.

“What did you mean when you said you couldn’t fuck me… ‘
yet
?’” he asked. “I mean, it obviously wasn’t because we were, um, in public, because you… you…” His eyes were still glued to my cock—I could
feel
it—and it was eagerly responding to the attention.

“Oh, my God,” he said, the words coming out on a sexy little moan. His breath started coming faster, and the pulsing wave of his lust hit me like a blow. I wasn’t sure if I could make it out to the state park to shift for him if he was going to keep looking at me like that. “Maks, I need—
please
, pull over.” His voice sounded almost frantic, and I looked at him sharply, doing what he asked.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I parked on the shoulder.

Instead of answering, he unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled onto my lap. Somehow he managed to straddle me in the tight seat, licking his way into my mouth and grinding against my now painfully-hard cock before I knew what hit me. He tunneled his hands through my hair and reached between us, fumbling to undo my pants.

“I know you want me, Maks,” he panted. “I
need
you. Why won’t you fuck me? I don’t care where we are. You just had me in a stairwell. Please, just
do it
already
.
”

“Devin, st-stop, oh, fuck… baby…
yes
.” He’d finally managed to free my straining erection, and for a moment I forgot myself. My dragon roared to life, and my vision blurred from the heat rising within me. I could see my eyes reflected in the mirror behind him, glowing with the fire that blazed inside. For
him.
“No,” I ground out, coming to my senses. “Wait, love. I have to—oh
fuck
,
yesssss
…” He wasn’t waiting, and now I was the one panting. “I need to… tell you something… first.”

“Tell me
what
?” he asked, frustration making his voice tremble.

My hands were already on his ass, kneading it, but I made myself stop and lift him off me in an attempt to clear my head. “Dev, listen. I want to do more than just fuck you, and you need to know that before you say yes.”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he said, pushing his long bangs out of his face impatiently. “
Really
, Maks. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. I want you, and my answer is
already
yes, to anything. Please, just… do it. I’m
yours
.”

“I’m talking about more than just sex,” I said. “I want to do more than just fuck you. You’re my fated mate, my other half, my… my everything. I want a family with you. I want you forever.”

I tried to imagine how that would sound to a human. Was it too much? I swallowed. Yeah, that might have been too much. Then again, I still had to tell him that I was a dragon… so as a matter of perspective, letting him know that he was it for me, even though we’d only known each other for a month, really sounded kind of tame by comparison.

But he’d gone still, and he wasn’t saying anything, which had me a little worried.

“I love you, Devin,” I added desperately, my mouth going dry as I said those words for the first time… ever. “I know you might think it’s too soon, but I
know
.”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes softening and a smile playing over his lips. “This is why you’ve been waiting to fuck me? Because you love me?”

“Yes. Actually… no.” I groaned. I was not good at this shit. “I mean,
yes
, I do love you, but no, that’s not why. There’s something else.”

His glasses had been knocked askew when he jumped me, and now he straightened them out and raised an eyebrow, squirming into a more comfortable position as he waited for me to continue. Actually it was more than just “comfortable.” It was distracting, and he knew it.

He was wiggling that sweet little ass on top of me in a silent dare for me to do something about it. I’d wanted him for too long, and good intentions or not, there was only so much I could take. I was going to have to kiss him again. But just once. Just a quick taste before I got back on track with doing the right thing.

This time, he was the one who pushed me away after a few minutes.

“Okay,” he said breathlessly. “What else?”

“What else?” I repeated. I knew it was important to make sure he understood what he was getting into, but the feel and taste and utter perfection of him were too much. I was lost.

He put a hand on my chest, holding me back when I leaned toward him again. “Maks, please tell me anything else you need me to know—
right now
—because if you keep kissing me like that and then don’t fuck me? I don’t think I can handle it.”

He was right.

“I’m a dragon,” I blurted out, eager to get it said already and get back to what we’d been doing.

“A what?”

“A dragon.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Wings. Scales. Breathing fire. I’m really big.”

“A… dragon?”

I nodded.

“Is this a sex metaphor?”

I shook my head, and he stared into my eyes for a moment as if waiting for the punch line. When it didn’t come, his face fell.

Okay. I sighed, scrubbing a hand over my face. He hadn’t seemed to mind the “I-want-you-forever” thing, but the dragon bit had definitely been too much.

I
kept stealing
glances at Maks. He still looked like… Maks. I still wanted him. I kept waiting for him to tell me he had been kidding about the weird dragon thing, but he stayed silent. I didn’t know where he’d been intending to take me, but after the awkward conversation on the side of the road I’d asked him to turn around and head back to the city.

He had, and now, as he drove, I couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. I had to admit, the way they reflected the glowing tail lights of the cars ahead of us looked almost supernatural. I rolled my eyes, stifling a sigh at my own ridiculousness. I was desperately searching for reasons to believe him. What did it say about me that I didn’t want him any less, even now that he’d revealed his inner crazy?

It didn’t help that he didn’t look upset. A sexy little smile kept flitting over his mouth, as if he had a secret that he couldn’t wait to share. As if he thought that what he’d said to me wasn’t a deal breaker.

And, God, the worst part was that I wasn’t sure whether it was.

I wanted him.

I
wanted
him.

Oh my fucking God I still wanted him.

“I don’t think Luke and Sarah would appreciate it if I took you home tonight,” he finally said, glancing at me for a second.

Jesus. It was dark out now, and the lights reflected in his eyes danced like bright flames. When he turned them on me, I felt the heat of his gaze move through me. I swallowed, looking away as I realized that I was searching for signs that couldn’t exist.

“Will you come home with me?” he asked.

I didn’t even know where he lived. In the month since I’d met him, he’d always come to me. But he was right about Luke and Sarah. It was their wedding night. Wherever his home was, it only made sense—for their sake—to go there tonight. A part of me knew that I was just looking for an excuse to say yes, a reason to justify still being with him, at least for a little while longer. But no matter how rational I tried to be, I couldn’t bring myself to say no. I nodded.

He smiled, reaching for my hand. “We just have to drop the car off to Dane and Wes,” he said, his smile growing bigger when I didn’t pull away from his touch. I knew I should, but I just… couldn’t.

“This is their car?” I asked, trying to distract myself. He was rubbing little circles on the back of my hand with his thumb, and it felt so good that it made me want to cry.

“Yeah, they let me use it whenever I visit.”

“Visit?”

Oh, God. I really
didn’t
know anything about him. I realized that my hands were shaking, and he gave me a tender smile as he squeezed the one he was holding. I desperately wanted to go back to the part of the day when I had still believed that we were meant for each other. I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to lie to myself. I
did
still believe it, but now it made me feel anxious instead of excited. Who
was
this man?

“Where do you live, then?” I asked him.

“Wisconsin.”

I blinked, still desperately hoping for a sign that he was kidding. Wisconsin.

Wis.

Fucking.

Consin.

I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

I stared blindly out the window, neither of us speaking again until he pulled up at what I assumed was Wes and Dane’s house. They weren’t home, but he dropped the car keys off inside the house and scribbled a quick note, then took my hand and led me into their spacious backyard.

“What now?” I asked, pulling my hand free and crossing my arms. Trying not to be irritated at the way he still looked like he was trying not to laugh at me.

“You said you’d come home with me.”

I frowned, not appreciating the joke. He’d told me he lived in Wisconsin.

And then he did laugh at me, as if he thought my irritation was cute. He also stepped closer, pulling my arms open and wrapping them around his waist. Kissing away my crankiness for a minute. I melted against him, embarrassed that it worked.
God.
I didn’t know what to make of him.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, his hand cupping my cheek as he looked down at me the way he had in the car, before the dragon thing. As if he really meant it when he said he loved me. “I know you don’t believe me, Devin, but please trust me. I would never hurt you.” And then, as if he could read my mind, he gave me his sexy half-smile and added, “I
do
love you.”

He kissed me again, and then he walked away from me, putting some space between us as he moved back toward the middle of the yard. I wasn’t sure what he expected me to do… follow him? But then I forgot to wonder. My vision blurred, and I blinked to clear it. Maks’s body seemed to ripple, so I took my glasses off, cleaning them on the edge of my shirt.

When I put them back on, he was gone.

“Oh… my… God.”

“Devin,” the dragon said, lowering its huge head down to rest on the ground in front of me. “Let me take you home.”

My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was going to bounce right out of my chest. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Dragons didn’t actually exist, and yet… I was looking at one.

Maks had turned into one.

He looked just like every illustration I’d ever seen of the mythical creatures. Except,
real
. He was silvery white, the color of moonlight, with wings and scales and… he was really, really big. Exactly as he’d told me in the car.

“Oh, my God,” I whispered, finally remembering to breathe again.

I stepped closer. Reached out to touch him. Watched the fire whirl in his eyes, exactly as it had when he was driving. He was amazing, and suddenly it burst out of me, relief and excitement and sheer joy cascading out of me in peals of laughter as I doubled over and tried to catch my breath. Every doubt I’d had was wiped away, because
he’d been telling the truth.
He was real… and that meant that everything I’d felt for him was real, too. I was in love with him, and he loved me back. I didn’t hesitate when he told me to climb onto his back. I would go anywhere with him. He was a
dragon
, and I was his.

Forever.

M
y mate was happy
. I could feel it through the connection we shared, and it was intoxicating.

I’d flown through the night, and after a while he’d slept, kept warm by the fire that always heated my otherself. Kept safe because he was
mine
, and I would never let him fall. As I led him into the house I’d lived in for the last ten years, I realized that for the first time, with Devin here, it really did feel like
“
home.”

Anywhere that he was would feel like home to me.

“Are you tired?” he asked as I closed the door behind us. “You just flew across the country.”

His eyes sparkled as he said it, and a warm flush spread through me at the sight. Yes, I wanted him, but this wasn’t that. His happiness made
me
happy, and I grinned down at him as I pulled him into my arms, where he belonged.

“Not tired,” I told him, holding him close enough that he could feel the hard evidence of just how awake I still was. “And done waiting.”

“Good,” he said breathlessly, molding himself against me. “Because now that you’ve told me your big secret, I’m done waiting, too.”

“There’s more. It will change you, love, when I claim you.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t you want to know how?”

“No. Not right now,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head and then reaching for mine. “I just want you inside me, Maks. The rest can wait.”

He was right, my dragon agreed. My otherself reached
for Devin through our bond, the heat rising in me so hot and fast that I could actually see his body flush as it passed into him.

“Yes,
that
,” he moaned. “Maks,
please
.”

He pressed himself against me again, making it impossible to say no. Not that I wanted to. I pushed him away just long enough to finish getting his clothes off, and then mine. I’d been gone for over a month and the house was cold, but neither one of us felt it. I meant to take him into the bedroom, but the minute we were both naked he made that impossible.

“Maks,” he whimpered, his hands moving over me as I tried to walk him down the hall. “I want…
God,
I don’t know exactly what to do,” he said with a sexy little laugh. “I’ve never… you’re the only one…”

I groaned, his eagerness slaying me. I gave up on the idea of getting him to walk out of the living room and picked him up instead. He wrapped his legs around my waist, trapping his leaking cock between us and rubbing his ass over my straining erection. The slickness of my own desire lubricated his crease, and I pretty much stopped walking too, sliding him over my shaft until he started begging.

“Please fuck me,” he gasped into my mouth. “Oh, God, Maks.
Please.
”

I could feel his hole quivering, and even though I’d meant to take my time, he felt so fucking good that I just couldn’t. I flipped him around and bent him over the back of the couch. He arched his back—fucking beautiful—and looked back over his shoulder at me.

“Your eyes,” he whispered, grinding his ass against me. “I can see the fire in them. Oh, God, Maks. I can
feel
it. Is that… is that weird?”

“No, baby,” I groaned, barely stopping myself from driving my cock all the way into his virgin ass. Instead, I spread him wide and slid it over his pucker, rubbing against him until his head fell forward and the sounds spilling from his mouth forced me to stop before I spent my seed too soon. “You
should
feel my heat. My dragon is giving it to you. It’s how I’ll claim you. It will make you fertile. It will make you
mine
.”

I don’t think he even heard me. I reached around him and lubricated my fingers with his pre-cum, his sweet cock jerking in my hand. He whimpered when I let it go, but then gasped as I pushed my slick finger against his hole, circling, circling, and then easing my way inside. He tensed at the intrusion, and then he was pushing back against me, letting me stretch him, letting me know how good it felt as I worked him open. I added another finger, bumping his prostate, and then, when he asked for it, another.

I groaned, wishing he was facing me so I could see his face when he made sounds like
that
. As much as I wanted to be inside him, watching him enjoy my attention had me transfixed. I wanted to make him moan again. I wanted him to forget everything except my name. I wanted him to ask for…

“More,” he gasped, fucking himself against my fingers. “God, Maks.
Please
…
more.
”

Just like that. I couldn’t resist when he begged so prettily. The head of my cock was already shiny with precum, and I’d have to trust that that plus my heat would be enough for him, because I couldn’t wait any longer. I slicked it over my length and pushed inside him.

“
Fuck
, baby,” I groaned. “You’re… so…
tight
.” It took everything I had not to drive forward and bury myself completely. It was more than how good his hot channel felt as it gripped my shaft—being inside my mate was
right
. The rush of emotion was just as strong as the rush of heat, and it had me digging my fingers into his hips to slow myself down. I didn’t want to use him too hard.

“Oh, God, Maks,” he whimpered. “
That’s
what I… needed… you’re… don’t… don’t hold back.
Please.
Fuck
me, already.”

His words scorched through me, burning away the last shred of my resistance. I wrapped an arm around his waist and thrust into him, giving him what he’d asked for.

“Ahhhh
,” he half screamed-half gasped, arching his back.

I pulled him upright, sliding my hand around his throat so I could turn his face toward me, holding him tightly in front of me as I started to fuck him, hard and fast, all thoughts of holding back gone as he panted into my mouth. His body was perfect.
He
was perfect. And as I pounded into his sweet, tight ass I let the fire blaze inside me, forgetting everything except the feel and sound and taste of him.

My heat moved through him, readying him, and I wrapped my hand around his cock as I felt my own balls start to tighten. I was going to fill him with my seed. I was going to breathe my fire down his throat. I was going to claim him. But first—

“Come for me, love,” I ordered. Or begged. Or maybe I didn’t even manage to get the words out—but he knew what I wanted anyway.

“
Maks
!” he shouted.

With a shudder that moved through his entire body he spilled over my hand, his ass clamping tightly around my throbbing cock and pushing me over the edge. I swallowed his shout as I came—a hot rush of pure bliss as I emptied myself inside him.

This time I could finally give him everything. I let my dragon’s fire pour down his throat, the flames shooting out of me like a second orgasm, filling every part of the man I loved with my essence, changing him forever. Finally making him mine.