A Dragon's Healing Heart [Fury 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Marcy Jacks

  Storm grinned and wiggled the bottle. “This little sucker didn’t want to be found.”

  David looked at it. He nodded, but some of that deer-in-the-headlights look had returned to his face.

  Had it not been for the smell of his lust, the erection Storm could clearly see on him, and the way David wasn’t getting up and walking right out of here, Storm might have thought a little differently of this.

  All the same, as he sat down next to his mate, he decided to give him one last out. One last chance to put this off until later.

  “If you’re not ready, then let me know right now. We can try this again later.”

  David snorted, looked away from him, and shook his head. “That’s not such a great option to be giving me right now.”

  Storm didn’t understand. “Why?”

  David frowned down at his hands. “Because I’ll never be ready. I know it’s not something I should be telling you, but I really do think this is something we just need to do.”

  Storm didn’t like the sound of that. “You want to just get this over with? I’ve been trying to avoid making this feel like that.”

  “I know. I could tell, but honestly, that’s the way it needs to be.” David looked at Storm then shocked him when he reached out and took him by the hand. “I can already tell that I can get into this once you get started, but honestly, if you leave it to me to feel completely one hundred percent all right with this, I’ll make the both of us suffer through a mating heat for the rest of our lives. I need to do this right now because I know that, when you’re doing it, you’ll be all right and so will I.”

  Storm scowled. He had to look away from the other man.

  “I’m not saying that to hurt you.”

  “I know.” It didn’t stop Storm from feeling like an utter piece of shit about the whole thing. “If it weren’t for the mating heat, that would have been a…an erection killer for sure.”

  He was about to call it something else but then caught himself in time.

  He didn’t want to be too crude with David. Not when they were still getting used to each other.

  David squeezed his hand. “Sorry. I mean it, though. I think once you…once you fuck me, I’ll be okay with it. So far you’ve been doing a good job of getting me off, so it’s not like I have anything to complain about.”

  Those words managed to pull a smile out of Storm. “I am pretty good, aren’t I?”

  He felt David’s hand squeeze his a little tighter. He was definitely stronger than an omega because that grip was getting ready to crush his knuckles.

  “I’ll say. But you know what I’m getting at, right?”

  Storm wanted to stubbornly deny it, but he did understand.

  David was still in mourning, but he was also suffering the mating heat. That lack of breath and overheating Storm felt, David was feeling that, too. He was suffering under it, and he didn’t want it.

  He didn’t want to forget his wife either, but until he did something about the mating heat, he was barely going to have the chance to mourn her.

  Maybe it was all right that he was thinking of this as ripping off a bandage. Quick and painless, it would allow him to get back to normal, and then he and David would be bonded in a way that would allow them to get to know each other without the pressure of being physically pushed toward each other.

  Storm didn’t know this man, but he loved him. He loved him enough to not tell him that he loved him because it wasn’t what David needed to hear right now, and if the both of them fucking each other was what David needed so he could feel normal, then Storm would give him that, too.

  “I get it. I understand,” he said, adding more conviction to that last part this time around.

  Storm looked David right in the eye then leaned in and kissed him.

  He’d forgotten where his mouth had been for a brief second until after their lips touched.

  It had to be a good sign then that David kissed him back, his hands coming up to hold the back of Storm’s head, as though he didn’t mind at all.

  Chapter Seven

  David knew he was being unfair to the other man, but he couldn’t help it.

  He didn’t want to hurt him, and he didn’t want to piss all over Emily’s memory either. Fuck, but he could have taken a little more care in choosing his words.

  Getting the sex part over with, as though it were going to be some kind of chore, wasn’t the best way to put it.

  Despite being a warrior, Storm had incredibly open and descriptive eyes. It was easy to read the pain in them when David let out how he really felt.

  And fuck, he was such an asshole.

  Which was why, when Storm kissed him, all David could feel was the relief that his mate wasn’t angry. A little hurt was bad enough, but so long as he wasn’t angry, and he understood, that was something David could work with.

  He knew Storm would make it good, and he knew that once he was in the throes of pleasure, he would stop focusing so much on what he was leaving behind.

  He just wanted to get to that point. He didn’t want Storm to worry about whether or not David was hurting or whether he was ready because, until David felt that high that came with being with a mate, he knew there was no point in asking.

  The whole thing was so complicated that David could barely understand it, but he did know that he needed to explain himself better when he had the chance.

  As it was, he was back on his knees, Storm settling in behind him, and the touch of the man’s thick, wet fingers against his crease, pushing toward his hole, made his heart pound.

  He was going to be fucked. A man was going to penetrate him, and he was equally terrified and eager for it.

  Strange mixture of feelings, that one.

  But once again, Storm showed a great restraint. He didn’t just shove his fingers forward, the way David half expected and kind of feared. No. The man circled his thick fingers around David’s pucker, making him gasp as his body came alive with that teasing touch.

  He relaxed easily against it. Was it because this was his mate doing this to him? Was that why he found it so easy to get into it? Had to be, but there was also something nice about believing Storm was just that good at pleasing his bed partner.

  That he was that considerate.

  David swore that it was mere seconds after he felt his body relaxing to the idea of Storm’s fingers penetrating him that they finally pushed inside.

  First one and then, swiftly, the other.

  David gasped for breath, half jumping away but then pushing back as he was filled.

  And he did feel full. There was a burning sensation that came with that sense of being filled, but he was still all right with it.

  Storm leaned over him. David felt the press of the man’s lips against the bumps of his spine, his warm breath, and the strength of his chest.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight.”

  David almost made a joke about that, considering he’d never had anyone else back there before. He didn’t. Not that he’d changed his mind about cracking a joke, but it was more or less because he couldn’t get the words out to do it when he was too busy moaning loudly over that wonderfully amazing spot Storm found deep inside him.

  He spasmed and jumped. His cock jumped. David came hard, but then the pleasure lasted and lasted as Storm stroked that spot without mercy.

  He pushed himself up. Storm was there to catch him, his chest pressed comfortingly against David’s back as David rode out his orgasm.

  “You are so fucking beautiful when you’re coming,” Storm gasped, and his teeth scraped lovingly over the side of David’s throat.

  He wanted the dragon shifter to bite him. He wanted the man to put his mark on him so he could show the rest of the world who he belonged to.

  And holy shit, this was it. That state of mind David had wanted to get to when he’d decided to do this.

  He was able to focus almost entirely on his mate and no one else. Of being here in the moment with the arms of h
is mate wrapped around him.

  It was the most wonderful feeling in the world, and in that moment, it didn’t matter that he’d never been taken by another man before. David wanted to be fucked. Hard.

  He wanted Storm’s cock inside him, and his body was already alive with pleasure once more just thinking about it.

  “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” David gasped.

  His cock hadn’t deflated. He was still hard, still throbbing as though he hadn’t just had two orgasms back to back.

  Storm didn’t ask any questions, didn’t ask if he was sure or if he wanted to wait. Clearly he was in the grip of his mating heat, as well, when he pulled his fingers free from David’s body.

  It felt weird, to be so full one second and then so empty in the next.

  Then something thicker and much more blunt than fingers pressed against his pucker.

  David held his breath with anticipation and felt the lips of his mate press once more against the side of his throat, right before the other man shoved inside.

  David’s eyes flew wide, his mouth falling open, and he would have shouted a long and loud noise if the sound hadn’t gotten stuck in his throat.

  The sensation of being filled and the sweet burn that suddenly hit him…what he’d felt with Storm’s fingers was nothing compared to what this felt like. This was fucking amazing. This was a sensation he couldn’t believe he’d lived without for his entire life. He wanted this feeling all day, every day. He never wanted it to end, and he wanted Storm to hurry up and move so he could enjoy this all the more.

  Storm’s warm, wet mouth kissed and licked at David’s throat again. Those teeth continued to tease his flesh, and as he canted his hips, David fell back entirely against him, letting the other man hold all of David’s weight so he could hold on for the ride.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me,” he begged, again and again repeating those words. Anything to get what he needed, anything to make the man give him what he wanted.

  And it was…nice.

  Not the pleasure, the pleasure wasn’t nice. The pleasure was fucking fantastic.

  But it was nice the way his mate held on to him, as though he were something precious. Someone important.

  David didn’t think he was worthy of being held in such high regard, but he was definitely selfish enough to not protest while Storm fucked slowly into him.

  It was as though the other man was still struggling to find his own rhythm. That was more than fine with David. It allowed him the chance he needed to get used to this.

  This wonderful, beautiful, amazing pleasure.

  “You like that?”

  David nodded. He liked everything Storm did to him, which was something of the point of why he allowed the other man to do it.

  “Good.”

  David tried to look back at the man, to see exactly what he was doing, but of course, because of their positions, it was difficult to really see.

  From what he did see, Storm put his entire body into each thrust.

  David could see the movement in his muscles as he pulled back before thrusting forward again. It was honestly kind of beautiful to watch.

  David looked up into Storm’s face. Their eyes met. Locked.

  He was beautiful. It was almost strange. David wasn’t used to thinking of other men as being beautiful, or even attractive for that matter, but Storm was the most appealing, most attractive person David had seen in a long time.

  Nothing would come close to Emily’s beauty, but maybe it was a good thing that his new mate was a male.

  That way he couldn’t make mental comparisons between them when he thought they were both beautiful.

  Emily would always be the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, and now Storm would always be the most attractive male he’d ever met.

  The pacing of Storm’s thrusts picked up. The man growled.

  And David moaned against Storm’s lips. He pressed himself harder against the other man, as hard as he could in his current position.

  He opened his lips and licked at the crease of Storm’s mouth, but the other man took control before David could even get a foothold in.

  The slide of Storm’s tongue in his mouth was divine. Wet and warm, and it tasted just the way Storm did.

  The man had his own flavor. Interesting. David tried to get his mind to lock down exactly what that flavor was, but he couldn’t. Not when Storm punched his hips forward, fucking into David harder, faster, the head of his cock teasing against David’s prostate again and again.

  He couldn’t handle it. He was going to come again. He was already pushed to that point where he could feel the end nearing. He was reaching that cliff. It was only somewhat harder for his body to reach that pinnacle because of the orgasms he’d already had. His body had to work to reach that end, but with Storm’s help, he was definitely getting there.

  “Oh, baby,” Storm groaned.

  Then David felt it. It took him a moment before he realized exactly what it was he’d felt rushing inside him.

  Coupled with the tension of Storm’s body, the way he gripped David tighter still, the shudder, the groan, and then the rush of warmth inside him, it didn’t take David long to figure out what had happened.

  Storm panted for breath, and while the motion of his hips definitely slowed, it didn’t come to a stop. The man continued to fuck into him with slow, shallow thrusts.

  David hissed. God, he felt so sensitive all over. That small bit of motion was all he needed.

  Storm practically purred as he kissed and licked at the side of David’s throat. His hands played with David’s nipples, tweaking them.

  “Touch yourself.”

  Didn’t have to tell him twice. David did so.

  He stroked his cock, keeping in time with Storm’s slow thrusts. He almost asked the man how he was able to stay hard for so long, but then, oh, right, he was a dragon warrior in a mating heat. Like David, of course he would be able to stay hard.

  “I’m gonna come,” David sighed.

  At this point, he tried not to. He tried to hold back his pleasure for as long as possible, but it wasn’t going to happen.

  His body was going to release what it wanted to release, and there was nothing he could do about it.

  “Do it.”

  David shook his head. “N-not yet.”

  It wasn’t fair. He’d had so many orgasms already and Storm only had one? That didn’t seem very gentlemanly of him, and at the very least, it was bad manners.

  But Storm wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

  He stopped playing with David’s nipples, reached down, and stroked his palm over David’s dick.

  He didn’t take it in his grip. He just let his hand slide across the length, making David tense up with the pleasure as he clenched around Storm’s prick.

  Storm groaned. “That’s it, come on.”

  David shook his head again. “What about you?”

  “What about me?”

  Was he serious? No one was that considerate.

  Still the man didn’t stop the motion of his hand or his hips, and his growling insistence that David come to his pleasure was something David could only hold off for so long before he was helpless against the sensation.

  And then he was falling. He was falling, and he’d never in his life wanted to fall so hard before.

  David’s hand moved frantically as he milked himself of his pleasure. Storm groaned as David’s body clenched tightly around him, and then he felt the bite on his shoulder.

  David jumped, shouted, and he came again!

  What the fucking hell was that supposed to be?

  Storm didn’t break the skin, but it didn’t matter. It was still more than enough to make David’s mind explode with sensation.

  He kind of wished the man would break the skin and give him a proper mating scar.

  Except Storm didn’t do that, and David was too much of a coward to ask him to.

  Too much of a coward and too lost in the monumental high of th
e pleasure he’d just been given.

  David fell forward onto his hands. His elbows and thighs trembled as he panted for breath.

  “Holy fuck.”

  That had to be the best orgasm he’d ever had in his life. If not the best, then it definitely made the top three.

  Storm’s hands didn’t stop moving, didn’t cease stroking his skin, as though he couldn’t get enough.

  His dick still felt half-hard inside David’s body, and it was such a strange sensation to be aware of that, but from the way Storm kissed David’s back, stroked his waist, and just cuddled him in general, David got the impression the dragon shifter was finished.

  For now.

  “How do you feel?”

  David thought about the question. He really did.

  “I’m fine.”

  And he was.

  Chapter Eight

  “I want to go for a run.”

  The sudden declaration shocked Storm, as did the way David jumped off the couch and ran for the door.

  Totally naked, not seeming to care who saw him as he ran out the door.

  Storm grabbed his pants off the floor, cursing as he ran after the other man.

  He made it to the door and looked out just in time to see a gray wolf flit through the trees and bushes on the edge of the territory.

  The wolf looked back at him, went into a play bow, and then took off.

  Storm grinned, and he chased after his mate.

  He let the scales grow out along his body, let himself change as his wings formed and pushed their way out of his back. He had to find a proper clearing where he could take off. The trees became dense in places, making it difficult to get good traction and push himself into the sky.

  He found a spot then jumped, using his wings to hold his weight in the air.

  He didn’t make a full shift. There was no point. The scales on his body and tucking his arms against his chest allowed him to glide through the air much more smoothly, and the change in his eyes that sharpened his eyesight made for finding the other man much easier than normal.

  He watched the wolf beneath him with some sense of worry.

  If David left the wards that kept the territory hidden from the warlocks…