Wounded Love [A Dragon's Growl 11] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Marcy Jacks

  Angel hissed, as though in pain. Theron groaned, trying desperately not to grit his teeth too hard.

  He didn’t want to crack any of them.

  But this was sure as hell trying to break him. He could tell that much.

  He looked down at his lover, at the way Angel’s face changed as he relaxed, as his spine uncoiled out of that tight state.

  “How is it?”

  Angel looked at him, blinking widely, as though he didn’t understand.

  “It doesn’t hurt. I thought it would.”

  “Good,” Theron said, canting his hips forward, just enough so that he sank another inch deeper. “That’s sort of the point.”

  Angel smiled at him. The beating of his heart remained quick, harsh, fast.

  Like a hummingbird’s wings.

  Okay, maybe not that much. He’d probably die of a heart attack.

  Still, it was fast, but Theron could handle it now because he knew it was from excitement this time and not Angel’s anxiety.

  “It burns,” Angel said as Theron pushed deeper and deeper still inside of him. “It…it burns, but not in a bad way. It feels…God, it feels…”

  Theron stopped pushing forward when he could go no deeper. He was balls deep, and Angel’s hole gripped him tight, as though the man was never going to let him go.

  That was fine. That was perfectly all right as far as Theron was concerned.

  “Tell me what it feels like,” he said with a growl.

  “G-good,” Angel moaned, his eyelids falling to half-mast. “It feels really good.”

  “That’s what I want to hear,” Theron moaned, and then he pulled back and pushed forward again as hard as he possibly could.

  He couldn’t help himself. He’d wanted this to be slow and sweet. He’d wanted to make love to Angel gently, the way he deserved, but now that Theron was here, he was showing himself to be unworthy and weak.

  Mainly because he couldn’t seem to get any control over himself. He was an animal in that moment, focusing entirely on instinct. His inner dragon was coming out, demanding to be part of the claiming of their mate, and God help him, but Theron couldn’t seem to stop the creature from taking what it so desperately wanted.

  Angel smiled at him, his hands coming up, fingers pinching Theron’s nipples, stroking his chest as Theron’s scales began to form.

  “You’re wonderful,” Angel said, his eyes alight with pleasure and with adoration. “I love it. Your scales.” Angel shivered and moaned when Theron circled his hips, as though he couldn’t quite hold himself back. The fur on his fox ears shivered. Angel’s claws dug painfully into Theron’s shoulders as he hung on.

  That was just fine with Theron. Good. Let his mate claw him up while they did this. It was just going to be more physical proof that they’d done this, that they’d finally taken this step.

  God, everything seemed to change. Theron seemed to be letting himself fall right into animalistic instinct as he slammed his hips forward again and again. The sound of their flesh smacking together made his pleasure rise higher and higher.

  He couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t get over how amazing it was to finally be here.

  He purred. He actually purred. Something itched on his back, and then Angel was laughing through his pleasure. Theron had no idea why, and he didn’t care, either. The only thing that mattered was how his mate looked at him right now.

  “That feels good,” Angel moaned, his claws digging deeper, probably releasing some blood, but the dragon liked that. The dragon wanted to lick away the blood and then lick every inch of Angel’s body.

  Until he’d tasted all of him. All of his flavor, soaking in the salt, the skin, memorizing every inch of him with his tongue.

  “Oh God, that’s…that’s…” Angel kept biting his lower lip, as though trying desperately to hold back the sounds of his pleasure.

  No. No, that wouldn’t do.

  Theron leaned down. He kissed his mate, biting gently on that plump lip as he arched his lower back in perfect arcs, growling low in his throat every single time Angel tightened his asshole around Theron’s cock.

  Theron let his teeth gently bite against that lower lip. It was his, as far as he was concerned. No one else could have it. No one else could bite it.

  What the hell was going on with his mind? Weird thoughts went through his head when his dragon joined them for sex.

  Theron pulled back. “Make some noise, sweetheart. You’ll like it.”

  Angel blinked then shook his head. “N-no. Can’t.” He clenched his eyes shut and briefly let his mouth fall open as Theron began to circle his hips. “It’s too embarrassing.”

  Theron grinned at that, and how could he not when his mate just said one of the most perfect things he could have ever heard?

  “Make some noise for me anyway.” Theron slowed down the motion of his hips. “I want to hear it. It’ll make me feel good to hear it.”

  * * * *

  Angel’s eyes flew wide at that. Even though Theron had him in the grips of pleasure, and even though he could hardly force himself to function thanks to everything the man did to him, did inside him, Angel had managed to keep enough control over himself so that he wouldn’t make too much noise.

  He tried to swallow it all down. He tried to hold it back, and for the most part, he did just that.

  But now his mate was telling him that he liked the noise. That he liked hearing Angel lose control.

  If it was something Theron wanted, that he liked to hear, then how could he not give in to what the man wanted?

  Theron’s slow, precise thrusts did something to Angel. They increased his pleasure, giving Angel a better chance to really feel his insides being filled, stretched, touched, all of it. And it all added up to the pleasure building beneath his belly and tightening his testicles every time he felt the head of Theron’s cock nudge against that sweet spot deep inside him. The spot Angel was learning to love.

  When Theron touched it again, Angel sighed softly, allowing himself to make some more noise.

  Theron grinned at him. His dragon wings shivered. Angel wondered if Theron knew whether or not he’d let them out.

  “Do it again. Make some noise for me. Moan for me. I want to hear it.”

  Theron punched his hips forward, his pelvis and the back of Angel’s ass smacking together, but it wasn’t just that, that made it feel good. It was the vibrations that seemed to rush all the way through Angel’s body. He moaned. He couldn’t stop himself. It came out long and loud, and it was by far the best feeling he’d ever had.

  Letting go of those invisible strings he’d been using to hold himself back and then doing it again when Theron thrust forward hard again and again.

  Theron kept a tight grip on Angel’s legs. It hurt, but the pleasure was so much better. Angel felt something wet beneath his fingernails and then pulled his hands back, realizing that he’d drawn blood, some of Theron’s blood from his arms where Angel had been gripping him.

  He gasped at the sight, but Theron leaned in, practically bending him in half, and captured Angel’s mouth with a kiss before he could say a word.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Theron said, his eyes changing into the diamond shape of the dragons, of the creature Angel loved more than any other. “I liked it.”

  Angel wasn’t sure how Theron could have liked being hurt like that when in the middle of sex.

  Angel had never liked sex before, and he’d certainly never liked it when he’d been hurt during sex, but he knew enough to know that some people did like being hurt during sex.

  Theron didn’t seem as though he liked the hurt specifically. It seemed more as though he was just that caught up in his own pleasure and his own instinct.

  A dragon didn’t seem like the sort of creature that could be easily harmed.

  “God, I love you,” Theron said, the speed of his hips picking up again.

  And this time Angel really couldn’t hold himself back. Theron thrust into him as though t
here was an engine somewhere working his hips, making him move that fast, making his pelvis slap hard and fast against Angel’s body.

  No. It wasn’t that. It was just him. It was all him, and it was…sexy. Angel never thought he would enjoy the idea of anything in a sexual light, but for this, he absolutely did.

  Especially when Theron’s eyes began to glow and his wings started to flap behind him.

  As though he was trying to push himself deeper into Angel’s body.

  Angel had no idea if that was what the alpha dragon inside him was really trying to do, but then it didn’t matter because Angel felt that pleasure brimming within him coming back to the surface, boiling over. Angel tried to hold it back without really understanding why he would try something like that at all.

  It was hard and fast, better even than when Theron’s mouth had been sucking on his erection.

  And speaking of which, Angel reached down, gripping his cock, stroking himself as hard and fast as the thrusting that came from his mate, and then it burst out of him.

  Angel shouted. It was a long and loud cry of pleasure, a battle cry. He’d done it. He was letting his mate take him, something he’d sworn to himself that he would never do. He was doing it, and it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever felt in his entire life as warm streams of his cum shot onto his belly and even onto Theron’s belly.

  It made it up as high as Theron’s chest and neck. Some of it got the man in the chin, and for some reason, even that was amazing.

  Angel smiled at it as Theron growled, the movement of his hips picking up the pace, fucking into Angel hard and fast, even though, for Angel, it was starting to become uncomfortable as his body felt overly sensitive.

  That didn’t matter. He had control over himself now. He reached out for Theron, touching and tweaking the man’s nipples again, stroking his chest, wanting to give him all the pleasure that Theron had been giving to Angel.

  “Come inside me,” Angel said. He knew that would hold some importance, and he wanted Theron to do it. It seemed as though it would make this more final. “Come inside me. I want to feel you.”

  Theron’s face changed with the scales that grew there. For a second, he looked as though he was back to sparring with the other dragons, as though he was both a dragon and a man at the same time, and it was by far the most intense thing Angel had ever seen in his entire life.

  Angel thought he was going to have another orgasm because of that, but it didn’t happen. Something just as good happened.

  Theron growled, and the warmth that Angel had been waiting to spill inside him finally did.

  Theron gasped for breath. He continued fucking into Angel, milking his body of the last of the pleasure he could possibly have in his whole body.

  Then he collapsed. Angel’s legs slid down Theron’s arms as the heavy weight of the dragon flopped down on top of him.

  Theon was so big and heavy that it was almost enough to send all the air whooshing out of Angel’s chest.

  It didn’t quite happen that way, which was good, but then Angel was laughing. A lot.

  He laughed so much that he started to cry, and he couldn’t make himself stop.

  Theron pushed himself up. He stared down at Angel as Angel wiped his eyes with the back of his head, still smiling, still crying. He shook his head, trying to tell the other man that nothing was wrong, even though Theron had yet to say anything.

  “I’m…I’m really happy.”

  The corner of Theron’s mouth pulled up in a quirky smile. “That’s good to know,” he said. “You were starting to worry me.”

  Angel shook his head again. He didn’t want to worry his mate, but he still couldn’t stop the tears from coming.

  He’d done the one thing he’d never wanted to do. He was happy about it. So happy. At the same time, he was sad and a little scared. And he had no idea what to do with either of those emotions as they warred within him.

  “Okay, now you’re worrying me again.”

  Angel didn’t know how he was supposed to answer that. He was sure anything he said was going to come off the wrong way, which he wasn’t going to try to do, but then he was saved.

  Sort of. Saved by the worst news he would get as a heavy fist banged on the other side of the door.

  “Theron! Get your shit together! We’ve got vampires in black making a play for the house!”

  Chapter Eight

  “Do you have to go?”

  Theron could barely allow himself to stop getting dressed to even look at the man still on the bed.

  Angel pulled the blankets around his body. He looked at Theron with such a fear in his eyes that Theron’s first instinct was to go back to bed, to pull the smaller man into his arms and tell him everything was going to be okay.

  Why the hell was he even holding back?

  Theron buttoned up his shirt, went back to the bed, and put one knee onto the mattress as he reached out and grabbed onto his mate.

  He kissed Angel on the mouth.

  Angel’s eyes widened, but he didn’t fight it. He didn’t try to pull away. He seemed to be on the verge of melting into Theron’s kiss before Theron was forced to pull back.

  He smiled at his mate as Angel blinked in confusion at him. Theron stroked Angel’s fox ears.

  “Trust me, there’s nowhere I’d rather be, but I need to do this.”

  Angel shook his head, a look of panic seeming to fill his eyes. His entire expression, really. “No, don’t go. Something could happen to you.”

  “I have to go.” Theron so didn’t want to, but he needed Angel to understand this. “You and I are new to this place, but I’ve been getting the reports from Seth and Stephan. Varrick’s vampires have been breaking into this house almost regularly since Seth took it over. It has to stop if I’m going to keep you safe.”

  That seemed to get Angel’s attention. Theron just wished he didn’t have to scare the living hell out of his mate in order to make him see the importance of this.

  “They’ve…they’ve been coming here?”

  Theron nodded. “Yes. You and I are lucky. It hasn’t been happening so much since we got here. I think the only problem we’ve had was with Ares. And if this is going to be a safe place for you to have our hatchlings, then I’m going to make sure this shit doesn’t continue.”

  The bloom of color was something Theron was going to take as a good sign. “Hatchlings?”

  Theron smiled, and he kissed his mate again. Still softly, but just as quickly as the first time. He had to get back to work. He had to join the others.

  He pulled back. “Stay in here if you want. Or go and join the other omegas. I think some of them will be clustering with Miles. Just stay quiet, stay hidden, and stay safe. I promise that I will be coming back for you.”

  Angel shook his head. “You can’t make a promise like that.”

  Pain lanced Theron right in the heart. Because his little mate was right. He shouldn’t be making promises like that because it was exactly that sort of promise that was the hardest to keep.

  Theron had no control over whether he lived or died when he joined the others.

  “I’m an alpha, and I’m a warrior. I swear to God, in this life or the next, I’m coming for you.”

  Angel’s eyes, which were already red with the tears he’d cried after they’d made love, began to swim again. “Okay.” His voice croaked. “Just…please make sure you come back to me in this life. I want…I want you to be the one to teach me about the world.”

  The pain that caught Theron in the heart eased up a little.

  Even though Angel had cried after they’d finished making love, it could only be a good sign that he wanted to give that honor to Theron.

  To be his lover and his teacher. Theron wasn’t going to misplace that trust.

  He pressed another quick kiss to Angel’s mouth, and when the pounding on his door started up again, he was forced to pull back.

  “Theron! Hurry the fuck up!”

  Evzen. Thero
n yanked the door open just a little quicker than he usually would have. He was still used to considering Evzen his true leader even though Theron now answered to Seth. He didn’t want to disappoint the black-scaled dragon.

  Evzen had an impatient scowl on his face when Theron pulled the door open.

  The scowl melted into something a little more understanding when Evzen got a look inside the room and saw Angel on the bed.

  “Oh,” he said.

  “Yeah, oh,” Theron replied, walking past his former leader and shutting the door behind him. “Sorry I was taking so long. Let’s go.”

  “No, I’m sorry I was forced to interrupt something so important.”

  Theron nodded. “It’s fine. When we deal with this shit, it’ll all be worth it.”

  Evzen grinned at him in just the right way. “It’ll definitely be worth it. Let’s go have some fun.”

  * * * *

  Angel stayed in Theron’s bed. He was unable to make himself move for what seemed like the longest time. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move. But a lot of it was also that he couldn’t.

  His fox ears on top of his head twitched as he listened carefully to all the noises happening outside the hallway. To a lesser extent, he could hear some of what was happening on the floor below him.

  It wasn’t that his hearing was all that great, probably no better than any other omega’s, but the alpha dragons in the house weren’t exactly trying to hide the sounds of their boot stomping throughout the house.

  Some of them cheered, as though they were excited for the coming fight.

  Why would they be excited? Wasn’t an attack a bad thing?

  At least there was some sort of warning. That was good. That meant Theron wouldn’t be surprised when he went out to fight. He was going to know exactly what he was getting into.

  Angel sucked back several deep breaths. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take sitting here and not knowing what was going to happen to the other man.

  He jumped out of bed and gathered up his clothes. They were going to smell a little bit of the sex he’d just had. There wasn’t much he could do about that.