Dragon's Heat (City Dragons Book 1)

by Lisa Oliver

  His balls tight and heavy, Dirk could feel his orgasm build. He braced himself, his feet flat on the mattress, his thighs trembling with effort as his body readied himself for what would be a massive cock explosion. The fingers carefully opening his hole were no longer an issue as they weren’t there, but then suddenly the delicious pressure on his cock stopped too.

  “Hey!” Dirk glared at his unrepentant lover who was quickly coating his own cock with lube.

  “I want you to come on my cock.” Jon knelt up and Dirk realized what he meant.

  “Now?” His voice did not squeak…much.

  The pressure from Jon’s hips forced his legs wider as Jon loomed over him. Dirk couldn’t see what was going on between his legs but he soon felt it. “Breathe out. Push out,” Jon ordered softly, his voice holding a husky edge. “Breathe out,” he said again as Dirk felt pressure on his anal muscles.

  Oh My Fucking God. How do men do this? Every instinct in Dirk’s human body screamed at him to push Jon away. His cock lay limp on his groin as the pressure on his ass increased. Dirk heard harsh panting and looked up at Jon’s serene face. That’s me panting? Fuck. I can’t do this.

  “Watch me. Look at me, and for goodness’ sake, breathe.”

  I am breathing. I’m fucking hyperventilating, but Dirk did as Jon asked. Staring into Jon’s brilliant blue eyes, he saw pride, peace, and a wave of happiness that seemed to fill the room. Suddenly his anxiety eased. Jon wasn’t pushing him. He must have the patience of a saint, but as Dirk’s muscles adjusted to the invasion of his most private part, that peace settled into his soul. This is right. This is what I needed and even as that thought ran through his brain, Dirk’s body accepted the inevitable and Jon slid home.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I’m home. Jon always knew that a true mate was the other half of a person’s soul, but he’d never contemplated how perfect their bodies would fit as well. Sure, Dirk was bigger and broader than him, but as his balls slapped gently against Dirk’s butt cheeks, Jon understood the definition of perfection. Everything – Dirk’s heat, his suppressed strength, and the grasp of his muscles on Jon’s cock. It was the stuff of dreams and it wasn’t over yet.

  “Are you ever going to move?” Dirk’s voice was raspy as though he’d smoked a dozen cigarettes, but Jon could relate to the emotion behind it. His head was swimming and his arms trembled at the effort of holding himself aloft. Moving was a damn good idea, but Jon was determined not to rush at things like a bull at a gate.

  Leaning his top half down, Jon eased his hips back as he licked across Dirk’s firmly tight lips. “Kiss me,” he whispered as his hips pushed forward. Dirk seemed almost afraid to move, but Jon felt his mate’s cock thicken as it rubbed against Jon’s stomach. Keeping his movements soft and easy, Jon moved with shallow thrusts, getting Dirk used to the alien sensation.

  It wasn’t long before Dirk’s kisses became more frantic and his thighs jerked against Jon’s hips as though seeking more. Pulling back, Jon saw Dirk’s pupils were blown so wide, the dark brown of his eyes was almost gone. Thrusting harder, Jon was pleased he’d used so much lube. His cock slid in and out of his mate’s body with ease; the pressure and heat playing havoc with Jon’s senses. Dirk’s scent filled his nose and his dog came forward, eager to bond with the dragon that lurked behind Dirk’s features.

  “Now.” Dirk let out a savage roar, as his hips froze. Caught off guard, Jon pressed his mouth in the solid ridge between Dirk’s neck and shoulder. His canines dropped and he bit deep, his eyes closing as Dirk’s blood skated across his tongue.

  Damn. Yes. Everything happened at once. Jon’s cock exploded, sending his spunk deep inside his mate’s body. The stickiness on his stomach let him know Dirk had also hit his peak. In his mind’s eye Jon saw the strong red dragon fly up, surrounding his dog half with his wings as the dog nuzzled the scaled neck. Acceptance. Love. Protectiveness and sheer happiness flooded through his body and he knew nothing short of death would tear the animal spirits apart. He’d found his future and now all he had to do was hang onto it.

  Dirk’s head lolled back on the pillow as Jon carefully pulled his teeth from his mate’s flesh. The man’s normal tan was tinged with red and sweat plastered curls against his forehead. Jon dithered, just a moment, until a strong broad hand eased down his back. Allowing himself to fall on Dirk’s chest, Jon tried to control his breath. Unbelievably, his cock was still hard and when Jon could finally remember how to speak, he whispered, “ready for your turn now?”

  “Fuck, yes,” Dirk growled and then winced as Jon rolled over, his cock falling free of its tight new home. The discomfort didn’t seem to deter his mate though, if his next question was a clue to his state of mind. “Where’s the lube?”

  /~/~/~/~/

  Dirk was well aware he’d been claimed. The spunk drying on his ass, his dragon’s trilling in his brain, and the bite mark on his neck were all signs he couldn’t ignore. But from the moment he understood what the concept meant, Dirk was a dominant creature. He’d plowed his way through life, business and even his relationships with one goal in mind. To win. Jon elicited feelings from him he barely understood, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on them. Dirk wanted to fuck, and he wanted to do it now.

  On his side, Jon’s long, firm back muscles led to a perfectly rounded butt. Dirk eased Jon’s top leg forward, exposing a tiny starburst lightly ringed in pink. He licked his lips as his mouth filled with drool. His cock twitched as though anticipating the way that tightness would grip him as he thrust, but the lube in his hand reminded him that he needed to show the same level of care his mate had shown with him.

  Trailing kisses over Jon’s rounded shoulders, leaning up on one elbow, Dirk fiddled around, getting the cap off the lube and coating the first three fingers of his free hand. Remembering what Jon had done to him, Dirk rubbed softly around the exposed hole at first, although every instinct in his screamed to just “get in there.” But it seemed to do the trick, as muscles originally rigid, softened under his pressure. Dirk’s initial “ew” moment was quickly dispelled as he slipped his first finger inside. Two hard bands of muscles resisted at first before easing under his finger and when Dirk sensed the heat of Jon’s insides, any icky factor quickly passed.

  Men have done this for centuries. Why the fuck haven’t I done this before? Because, as Dirk worked to get Jon’s body to accept his length without pain, he could feel deep inside what he was doing was right. No fondling of the countless women he’d bedded gave him the same sense of satisfaction; the protectiveness he felt towards the man groaning under his fingers. His cock had never been as hard and when he finally lined up, after Jon assured him he was ready, he realized what had been missing. Feelings. A jumbled mesh of feelings ranging from hope and passion to lust and a whole lot more.

  “More,” Jon grunted as his back arched. “Harder.”

  Dirk was happy to oblige. Normally, he had no choice but to hold back his strength whenever he’d bedded anyone. Dragons were the strongest shifters in existence. But something, instinct or something deeper, told him Jon could take what he could dish out and Dirk let loose with a barrage of thrusts that jarred his teeth.

  Everything was different. Jon’s butt cheeks provided a solid place for his hips to slap against. His ass gripped Dirk’s cock in a steamy heat that rivaled anything else Dirk had ever felt in his centuries of experience. The hip under his hand was strong and bony; no welcoming curves or softness. And Dirk loved it. His heart rate increased with every one of Jon’s grunts. The way Jon arched his neck, throwing his neck muscles into relief made Dirk’s gums itch as his teeth dropped. That was without the sheer mindless lust that had Dirk pounding into his mate; the exhilaration filling his heart and soul.

  “Please.” Jon’s hand was working furiously on his cock. Something was missing. Dirk had come without a touch to his cock at all. Shifting his hips, he changed his angle slightly. There it is. Dirk wasn’t sure what it was inside a man’s ass that made him orgasm
from the inside, but whatever it was, his cock was now stroking Jon’s magic spot and damn, Jon went wild.

  “Now, now, now.” Jon moaned long and loud and the smell of spunk hit Dirk’s nose. As his heart filled with pride, Dirk licked the sweat from Jon’s neck, his fangs scraping the delicious skin. Now, his dragon whispered and then Dirk’s head was filled with a victorious roar as Dirk’s teeth found their mark and the sweet rush of Jon’s blood flooded his mouth. The roar in his head intensified and Dirk realized with a rush that every dragon in his clan was answering his dragon’s call. His last thought, as he withdrew his teeth and licked over the wound left on his mate’s neck, was that there was no way his father could have ignored that.

  You didn’t give him my scale, the dragon grumped in his head.

  In the morning, Dirk promised. I’ll do it in the morning. Now shut up and let me cuddle. And yes, the irony of that statement wasn’t lost on either of them.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “What are you doing?” Jon blearily looked across at Dirk who was sitting up in bed, scratching at his chest. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he was exhausted. Once Dirk got over his earlier inhibitions he was an animal in bed. Jon’s ass was tender in that pleasant way that let him know he’d been ridden well and his lower back ached. There were bruises on his hip bones and hickeys littered his chest. Bright sunlight was poking through threadbare curtains; Jon had slept longer than he probably should have. “Has this bed got fleas or something?”

  “No.” Dirk sounded distracted. “My dragon wanted you to have one of his scales. It’s an ancient dragon custom reserved strictly for fated mates.”

  “Wouldn’t you need to shift for that?” Jon was capable of functioning on little sleep, but he needed a caffeine fix. “Here, don’t scratch at your skin, you’ll cut yourself.” He reached over to move Dirk’s hand away and the back of his hand hit something hard but silky. “Wow,” he said as he ran his fingers over a solid disc that filled his palm. “I was aware something was there, but I never thought to…what the fuck? Are you okay?”

  Jon stared at the translucent disc in his hand, then up at Dirk’s chest. Nothing marred Dirk’s solid chest but a pale glowing mark where the scale had been. “I guess this is for me?” He said looking back at the scale again. Jon had never seen anything like it. It looked so fragile, yet Jon instinctively knew it would never break.

  Dirk’s smile was brighter than the sun streaming through the curtains. “I wish I’d known it was that easy. I’ve been picking at it for the last hour. I think there was supposed to be some ceremony or something that went with a scale giving, but it wasn’t something my father ever mentioned.”

  Dirk’s mention of his father reminded Jon of all the real world problems they still had to face. “I need coffee,” he said. “At least three cups. And a kiss, that’s more important, but then definitely coffee. Then I guess we’d better get out of here and work out what the hell we’re going to do now. Do I need to be thinking about moving my office to New York?”

  Something dark and intangible flashed across Dirk’s face but was gone before Jon could make sense of it. “I wouldn’t be in a hurry to pack if I were you.” Jon’s heart sank. Surely, after the night they shared, his mate wasn’t going to leave him now? But Dirk’s next sentence quickly relieved his fears. “I was wondering if you had the need for a financial analyst on your team? After today, I’m likely to be out of a job.”

  “Because of the thefts? Or….” Jon didn’t want to say it but he had to. “Me?”

  “Father doesn’t know about the thefts, yet.” Dirk swung his legs over the side of the bed. “But every dragon remotely related to our clan, no matter where they are in the world, now knows my dragon has found and claimed his fated mate. As my dad’s a dragon…well, you can guess the rest. This might sound like a silly question, but how do you take your coffee?”

  “Black and strong.” Jon was still pondering his mate’s position. He wasn’t going to regret a second of their night together; it was too perfect, something he felt he’d waited forever to enjoy. But the fact of the matter was, between them they had a lot of angry people to face and problems to solve. “Dirk,” he said as his mate stood and stretched. “Would it help if I could find who stole your money before we faced your father?” His use of “we” was deliberate.

  Dirk turned and bent over and Jon found himself the recipient of a kiss that shattered his world and was far too short. “We’ll work it out,” he said, his voice terse. “So long as we’re together, that’s all that counts, right?”

  But as Dirk hurriedly pulled on Jon’s clothes from the night before and went out in search of coffee, Jon was left with a sinking heart and a single scale in his hand. Somehow, he didn’t think Dirk believed having him as a mate was ever going to be enough to make up for what he was about to lose.

  /~/~/~/~/

  Stupid, stupid, stupid. And no, Dirk wasn’t thinking about the incongruous sight of him wearing suit pants and a shirt that barely closed around his middle in what was clearly a beach town. He couldn’t get the sad look on Jon’s face out of his mind.

  Our precious mate believes the nonsense stemming from your horrid actions before – about him not being good enough for you. His dragon was being unusually helpful. We should take him on holiday and lavish lots of attention on him until he knows better; somewhere with lots of sun.

  In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a hot day now.

  Bah, this is hardly the place our mate deserves. Dirk understood his dragon’s snotty attitude. The crowd of teens crowding around the shop’s entrance, clad in nothing more than ripped t-shirts and shorts that barely covered their asses, peering and giggling at their phones, did nothing to improve his mood.

  “Excuse me.” Yes, he was growling. Every second Dirk was away from Jon with his sad face, the more every cell in his body urged him to go back. Ignoring the shocked looks on more than one of the faces barring his way, he pushed through, ignoring the rude comments behind him with the same level of skill.

  Coffee. Coffee. Ew…doesn’t smell too good. Dirk hurriedly ordered three cups, not sure his stomach could handle trying one himself. He’d get Bryce to get him some once he got back to town. If he could find him. There was so much Dirk needed to do but first on his agenda, after making Jon smile, was finding his old friend and apologizing. Then he could face whatever came his way.

  Pushing his way back out of the store, Dirk was barely aware of a large black limo that pulled up beside him until his dragon hissed at him. Frowning he watched as one of the tinted windows at the back slowly rolled down to reveal the face of his father. The older man was furious. So much for being worried about him, like Raoul claimed. But there was something off about his father. Usually his power flowed from him like a toxic cloud. Today, there was nothing.

  “Get in the car, Dirk.” Even his voice lacked the power to compel Dirk was used to.

  “As you can see, I’m on a coffee run.” Dirk waved the cardboard tray in his hand. “I’ll be back in San Jose later today and we can talk then.” He kept on walking. The car kept pace with him. He could see the motel about twenty yards in front of him and his need to be with Jon increased.

  “Dirk, this is not the type of behavior I expect from my son. Get in the car.”

  “And do what? Go where?” Dirk carefully put the coffee tray on the ground and then stood, flexing his fists. “You know I found my true mate or your dragon wouldn’t have told you where I was. What is it you want from me, Father?”

  “I want you back in your office in New York, doing your job with the professionalism I trained into you since birth. I want you to stop upsetting your mother and turn up for your damn wedding. Now get in the car.”

  Dirk’s father must be really upset if he’d resorted to what he considered gutter language. But Dirk was an adult; he had been for a very long time and now he was true mated. Something not his father, mother, cousins, brothers, or anyone else in his clan had been able to achieve. A s
ense of pride filled him; his dragon’s influence he was sure, but Dirk would not back down. Not when he had Jon waiting for him.

  “There’s not going to be a wedding, father, and you know that already. As for returning to the position I earned through sheer hard work and sacrifice, I am not even sure I want it anymore. That is something I will discuss with my MATE.”

  Dirk’s father flinched as though he’d been spat on. “I don’t know what spell you’ve been put under, or if your sickness has addled your brain, but you will get in this car right now, or everything you’ve claimed you’ve worked for will be gone. Your position, your chance of a decent marriage – everything. I’ll see you cut off from the entire clan.”

  He can’t do that, his dragon whispered, he doesn’t have the power to banish you from the clan and his dragon is angry with him and refuses to help.

  Dirk remembered what it’d been like to be without his dragon and felt a momentary pang for his father. However, the man was threatening his mating with his refusal to accept it and that was something he couldn’t allow. “Jon is waiting for me, Father. If you’ll excuse me, I don’t want to keep him waiting.” Dirk bent down and retrieved the coffee.

  “Your mate’s a man?” From Dirk’s father’s mouth, the word sounded more like whore.

  “Didn’t your dragon tell you?” Dirk managed a cocky grin. “Perhaps it was because the dragon souls were all busy partying last night as I claimed my true mate. They were certainly happy for me. Have a safe trip back to New York.”

  He turned, ignoring his father’s yell for him to come back. He wasn’t about to run but it was a close thing. Opening the motel door, he saw Jon’s white face by the window. “Are you all right?”

  Jon dashed to his side and Dirk’s dragon purred as Jon wrapped his arms around him. “I am now,” he said honestly, carefully putting the coffee on the table before returning Jon’s embrace. “I am now.”