by Fel Fern
Trusting Smoke’s wing was sturdy, he clambered over it to get a leg up. Finally, he landed on Smoke’s back. He paused, then put his arms around Smoke’s long neck. Without warning, Smoke pumped his wings.
“Wait,” he blurted, but Smoke didn’t listen.
The shifter kicked off the branches and sailed toward the clouds like a straight arrow. Shutting his eyes, Toby screamed, holding onto his dear life, but he soon forgot about his initial terror as Smoke slowed down. Toby opened his eyes, astonished as they seemed to soar right through the clouds.
Using one hand to hold onto Smoke, he reached out, amazed as vapor touched his fingers.
“This is amazing,” he whispered, looking at the minuscule view of the forests underneath them. They passed by the main town area of Burrell, covering plenty of ground. He could stay up here forever, he realized. “Shit, this is better than riding a mount in BeastWorld. I can’t believe this is real life.”
Smoke let out a growl, and he yelped as Smoke suddenly swerved to the right. He held on tight, screaming as Smoke flattened his wings tight against his body and did a full 360-degree turn.
“I’m sorry,” he rushed to say, stomach twisting. “I didn’t mean to compare you to a mount. You’re, like, a badass force of deadliness and awesomeness.”
Smoke flew straight again, thank God. They flew over what looked like several more towns, then he spotted what he thought was a mountain in the distance. Smoke approached it, then, nearing one of its ledges, began his descent. He spotted a charming looking house and it struck him. Was this where Smoke lived?
Once Smoke landed, he was almost sad to get down, but he did. Then the dragon transformed into a very naked and sexy man right in front of him.
Chapter 11
Smoke knew that maybe it had been irresponsible of him to scare Toby off like that, but it wasn’t on purpose. He knew that sometimes the local wolf pack roamed those woods, and the last thing he wanted was some kind of argument about how he was an outsider coming into their territory. To avoid all that, he wrote that note.
Changing back to human form and seeing Toby lick his lips, looking him up and down, he realized his plans were going smoothly after all.
“Let’s head inside,” he said. “I made us dinner.”
“Wait, um.” Toby fidgeted, clutching the straps of his backpack. That backpack intrigued him. Did Toby think they were going on some kind of crazy hiking trip at night? Then again, he omitted some information, because he wanted to surprise the human. “I brought crackers and, um, cheese. Plus, a bottle of wine. I thought we were having a midnight picnic.”
“Great idea. Actually, give me a few minutes, we can eat at my backyard. I have a pretty kick-ass view.” He approached his skittish, suddenly shy human, and unable to help himself, used his hand to tip Toby’s chin. Smoke took Toby’s mouth, deepening the kiss as Toby gripped one bicep. He pulled away, all too aware of his hardening dick.
Smoke definitely planned on having Toby all to himself to tonight, but he wanted a nice meal first.
“I missed you,” Toby told him after the kiss. “And I’m sorry for acting so weird, after you left.”
He shook his head. “It’s okay. My phone died, and I only saw your messages when I returned home.”
“I know I haven’t been the easiest person to be with,” Toby was saying as they entered his home.
He disabled the security system and opened the drawer by his door and put on some pants. He placed some clothes there and had another bin by the kitchen door, because he frequently changed forms. Since Toby looked like he had plenty on his mind, Smoke let him continue and listened as he walked to the kitchen.
“I let my insecurities get in the way, and you, you’ve been nothing but patient and wonderful.” Toby paused, eyes wide as he took in the food he made. “Dinner smells really good. Are you sure you don’t want to eat in here?”
“A night picnic sounds more romantic, and it’s no trouble at all.” He took out two plates, filled them both with carbonara, and sliced them both roast beef, adding them to the plate. “I forgot to ask, you’re not a vegetarian or have special food needs, right?”
“Nope, I can certainly eat, though.”
“Good thing I made plenty. Hold these for me. I’m going to get us a blanket. We’ll be eating right through there,” he said, jerking his head toward the kitchen door. “I’ll be right back.”
Smoke went upstairs to his bedroom, decided one of his sheets would do. He found Toby staring at the sky with their dinner in each hand.
Smoke spread out the blanket on the floor. He didn’t blame Toby for admiring the view, because he positioned his home right at the edge of a mountain ledge, and this view overlooked the woods below and the nearby town.
“Wow,” Toby murmured. “I’ve never dreamed of climbing a mountain, but this view, it’s really wonderful. Thank you for bringing me here.”
He leaned to give his mate a kiss. “Don’t thank me yet. Sit.”
They finished their meals, and Smoke decided he preferred this privacy compared to the bar the night before. Toby seemed more relaxed, too, more opened. He definitely approved when both Toby and he had seconds. Once they finished eating, he took Toby’s plate and utensils and set them all aside, along with his own.
“Now then, are you ready for dessert?” he asked, feeling playful.
“I’m kind of full, but I could definitely hit some—” Toby faltered when he leaned in close.
Smoke brushed his lips over Toby’s, this time taking his time. When he pulled back, Toby was blushing, but he could scent the human’s arousal in the air. Under the moonlight, his human looked so tempting. Toby was dressed simply in a comfy shirt and jeans, but fuck, it did strange wonders to his cock. He wanted to rip all that annoying fabric away, get his human all naked for him. His dragon rose up inside him, eager and hungry as the man.
“Oh,” Toby said, as if he finally understood what Smoke intended.
“That’s right. You’ll be dessert. Let’s get that shirt off you, then those pants,” he decided.
“Then yes, please. I had an erotic dream about you last night,” Toby confessed, raising his arms so Smoke could peel off his shirt. That done, Smoke eyed his bottoms expectantly. Pleasure filled him as Toby rose to his feet and, taking initiative, took his bottoms off and kicked aside his sneakers.
Good boy. Toby struck him as shy, but tonight, his human seemed to be making all the moves. He liked that, but now, it was time for Smoke to take over.
“Did you, now? Naughty human. Well. Tell me all about it.”
He grabbed Toby’s arm and made his human sit on his lap. Things were about to intensify, he thought, eying all that creamy skin, the little hickey on Toby’s neck. His dick rubbed against the zipper of his jeans. That was right. Smoke was tired of waiting and biding his time. By the end of tonight, Toby would be well-fucked, nestled next to him in his bed, and bearing his mate mark.
* * * *
Toby straddled Smoke’s lap, all too aware of Smoke eying him up and down, seemingly taking his time to appreciate his thickening cock. Exposed. That was how he felt, and yet there was something so dirty, so arousing with the fact he was completely nude while Smoke had his jeans on.
It was unbelievable of the dragon shifter to not don a shirt throughout dinner, because he must have stared at the tight muscles on Smoke’s six-pack the entire time instead of looking at his face. Damn. He could certainly spend plenty of time admiring Smoke’s ripped body. Not only that, he’d been itching to touch Smoke’s warm skin, to finger those old scars and rake marks that looked like white lines under the moonlight.
Smoke had a warrior’s body, he decided. It should have made him feel awkward about his own skinny frame, but Smoke looked at him like he was the most desirable guy in the world, hadn’t taken his gaze off him the entire night.
“I asked you a question,” Smoke said, voice coming out a little harsh, deeper.
Smoke put one steel-banded arm ar
ound his waist, probably to keep him from escaping or falling. Not that he planned on doing either of those two things. He’d already embarrassed himself last night, first by puking on Smoke, then coming onto him when drunk. What had Smoke done? He didn’t take advantage of Toby, did the noble things like take care of Toby instead.
How rare was it to find a guy like that? It was a miracle Smoke hadn’t lost interest in him, either. Those gold eyes seemed to demand an answer from him, and it felt okay to reveal and share his hidden and shameful desires with this man, who seemed capable of reading his soul.
“I dreamt of you pinning me down, kissing me senseless, playing with my balls, my cock. I imagined you taking me from behind, rutting me like you own me.”
Smoke pressed a kiss to his lips, rough, quick, and hot. Smoke curved his lips to a wicked smile that matched the wildness in his eyes. When Smoke ran one possessive hand down the line of his back, he shifted on his lap, becoming intently aware of how hard he’d gotten simply by sitting on Smoke’s lap. He blushed, but Smoke didn’t seem to mind.
“Then we’ll do just that.” Smoke planted more kisses on the side of his neck, curled his big hands over his shaft, and began to stroke him. He groaned as Smoke began to alternate between fast and slow movements. Smoke lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth, biting down just as he used one fingernail to swipe the pre-cum off his cockhead.
He dug his fingers into Smoke’s broad shoulders. Unable to help himself, Toby found himself thrusting his dick into Smoke’s hands. Smoke left more nips and bites on his body, but he was hardly aware of the new aches, because Smoke’s fingers felt so good.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to come for me, to see the expression on your face. Do it now.” Smoke tugged at his prick, and he let out a little moan.
His mind hazed over as he came, spilling his load into Smoke’s waiting fingers, and knew he wanted so much more. Toby would give himself fully and without reserve to Smoke, because nothing ever felt so perfect and so right.
Chapter 12
“Your jeans,” Toby murmured, aware his face turned bright red. “I’m sorry.”
Smoke chuckled. “I’m not. Let’s take them off.”
“Oh, I’m definitely up for that,” Toby answered, wanting to feel Smoke’s dick buried in his ass, like Smoke promised him. He clambered off Smoke’s lap, and Smoke took his jeans off. He’d seen Smoke naked when the dragon shifter changed back to human form, but now that he had an opportunity to admire Smoke’s beautiful, long girth, he widened his eyes. Smoke was as hung as a horse.
“Wow,” he commented. “Can you really fit all that in me?”
Smoke flashed him a playful smile that triggered butterflies in his stomach. “Don’t you want me to?”
“I do,” he replied. Excitement coursed through his veins, and he took another step out of his comfort zone and knelt in front of Smoke.
Smoke let out a breath but didn’t stop him from leaning forward, until his lips pressed against Smoke’s generous cock. Toby licked at the head, tasting Smoke’s need in his mouth, liking how Smoke speared fingers into his hair. He took his time exploring Smoke’s length, every vein, ridge, and bump, pleased the dragon shifter let out a soft growl above him.
He opened his mouth and took Smoke inch by inch. Toby gagged on his first try, but determined to succeed, he hollowed out his cheeks and managed to take a couple more inches in. Once Smoke’s cockhead hit the back of his throat, he pulled back up. Rinse and repeat. Smoke tightened his grip on his hair after Toby bobbed his head up and down a few times.
He paused, pulled his mouth from Smoke’s prick to look up, his cock stirring at the sight of Smoke’s slitted amber eyes and slightly sharpened fangs poking from his mouth.
“Mine,” Smoke said with a growl.
That word stirred him, changed him, because he felt the same. This gorgeous, sexy, and dangerous shifter had been born to be his soul mate.
“Yes,” he could only utter.
Smoke used his hair as a handle, guiding his prick back in. Understanding what Smoke wanted, he held his mouth open as Smoke pushed in and out of him. Just when he was certain Smoke was about to come, the shifter pulled away.
“On your hands and knees,” Smoke ordered.
Smoke helped him into position. It was happening, he thought, adrenaline surging through his entire system. His erotic fantasies were about to come true.
“Good thing I brought this along,” Smoke said, plucking his jeans and taking out lube from the back pocket.
“You assumed you were going to get lucky?” Toby teased.
Smoke gave his ass a playful swat, making him jump. He groaned, turned on by that little bite of pain.
“I don’t assume. I know.” Smoke walked behind him, used a foot to nudge his legs further apart, and raised his ass at a higher angle for better access.
Toby rested his cheek against the picnic blanket. Like this, Smoke could see everything—his dick, his balls, and his pink hole. Smoke applied plenty of lube inside his hole before pushing a finger in.
“This tempting ass, your balls, your cock, all of you. They now belong to me. You can’t play with yourself without my permission.”
“So possessive,” he muttered, moaning as that remark earned him another smack on the ass.
“You like that, don’t you? My handprints all over your smooth, tight ass?”
Oh God. Smoke was doing this on purpose, knowing how hot and bothered he was getting. “Maybe I do,” his brave new self answered.
“I can dig that.” Smoke added a second finger and made a twisting motion, but then used his other hand to give his buttocks another slap.
He squirmed, but Smoke kept him in play, adding more blows while he finger banged him.
“Smoke,” he pleaded when it proved too much. At this rate, he’d come a second time so soon, and Smoke hadn’t even plowed him yet.
“Hmm?”
“I need,” he whimpered as Smoke brushed against his prostate.
“Tell me,” Smoke urged.
“You deep in me.”
“A simple mountain man like me doesn’t understand. Tell me plainly.”
“Fuck me!”
Smoke pulled his digits away, finally angling his cock right at his entrance. The dragon shifter didn’t push in right away but smeared his pre-cum all over his ass cheeks, his hole, marking him, Toby realized, the way a predator marked its territory. A thrill crept down his spine. He fisted the blanket and tufts of nearby grass as Smoke gripped his hips and began pushing in.
A burn started at Smoke’s passage. He breathed hard, relieved as Smoke finally pushed past the thick ring of muscles. After that, it became so much easier. Finally, Smoke buried himself balls deep in him. Toby felt completely stretched, owned, and loved every moment of it. Smoke began to move, starting with slow, luxurious strokes at first, before picking up speed.
He panted, the muscles in his body tensing as Smoke went faster, deeper, seemingly capable of breaching his most intimate places. His prick went from half-mast to full. Toby found himself meeting Smoke for every thrust, and he wondered how their sweat-slicked bodies were a perfect fit, like the two missing pieces of a puzzle.
Smoke shifted angle, found his sweet spot. He gasped, only for Smoke to hit his prostate again. Toby’s balls tightened against his body. Smoke held his hips so tightly—he was bound to leave delicious bruises. Toby didn’t mind at all, wanted to see the souvenirs of their lovemaking the next morning.
Smoke sheathed himself deep in him and reached for the tip of his cock. One pinch and the pressure building inside of him like a storm broke over. His mind flew, and the splendid view in front of him faded from his line of sight. Toby felt like his soul crawled out of his body to touch and bond intimately with Smoke’s.
He emptied his jizz while Smoke hammered in and out of him a few times, before exploding, filling his ass with cum. Toby knew shifters didn’t catch anything, and he was clean, but he hadn’t realized how much m
ore intimate it was, sharing fluids, feeling Smoke claiming every inch of him.
They collapsed on the blanket, and he curled closer to Smoke, seeking his warmth. The dragon shifter automatically brought him close, pressing his face into his chest. Moments later, he felt Smoke’s tongue, then the press of teeth on the side of his neck. The shifter seemed to be fighting some kind of inner struggle as he pulled away.
“Bite me,” he whispered. “I don’t mind.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for. If I do that, you’ll become my mate, and shifters mate for life,” Smoke said in a harsh voice.
“What’s wrong with that?” He pressed a hand over Smoke’s left pectoral, could almost imagine touching the strong and powerful beat of Smoke’s heart. His, if he wanted, if Smoke chose to brand him as his forever.
“I’m not going to ask again.”
“I don’t expect you to.” Toby had dreamt of what it would be like to have Smoke all to himself, to live together, build a life with his silver dragon. He wouldn’t have to wake up each morning filled with quiet despair as he viewed his lonely and empty apartment space. Toby wouldn’t feel isolated from the rest of the world, not anymore. Smoke wouldn’t just fill the void in his heart, his dragon would complete him. He knew deep down that this man was his soul mate, his everything. He’d do anything for Smoke.
Mate. That word seemed so right. True.
Smoke pierced his skin with his fangs, biting deep. He cried out but didn’t struggle, simply held onto his mate as Smoke finished, pulling his bloodied fangs out. Toby felt something strange take hold of him. For a moment, he could see it, silver threads connecting him to his dragon. Smoke looked at him, and it wasn’t just the man he saw but also the brilliant silver beast that shared Smoke’s skin.
“Smoke, I love you, both you and your dragon,” he whispered.
Smoke closed his fingers over his and pressed a quick, gentle kiss on his mouth. “I love you, too, Toby. Now and forever. I’ll protect you, cherish you, and make sure you’ll never want for anything else for the rest of your life.”