Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Really, it’s the waiting around trying to find our mates that’s the worst part. Once we find you, it’s easy to court and spoil you. Absolutely no hardship.”
“Except when I drag you through booby trap-infested forests.”
“Argh, don’t bring that up.”
“If it makes you feel any better, the trap is mostly mechanical. It has a small radius to trigger it with. Say, two feet or so. As long as I’m at least two feet away, I’m perfectly safe.”
“How about ten feet? I’d feel better with ten feet.”
“Now how am I supposed to see it well enough to dismantle it from ten feet away?”
“Why don’t I just fly you over it? Much safer.”
What was he supposed to do with this man, seriously?
Well, actually, that wasn’t so much a rhetorical question. Samuel figured he owed Dimitri something after scaring the man out of his wits most of the day. He trailed a hand down that strong back and over an ass cheek before giving it a light squeeze.
“We can debate that later. Right now, I think you need a nice reward for being such a patient dragon all day.”
Dimitri made a noise of interest. “How nice?”
He trailed his hand around to the front, finding Dimitri’s cock through the denim of his jeans, and gave it a stroke with the pads of his fingers. Dimitri arched into it, clearly enjoying the touch, and that was all it took for Samuel’s brain to go straight into the gutter.
With a wicked smile, he leaned in and whispered a suggestion into Dimitri’s ear, the words tumbling out so easily because it was Dimitri and he was accepted. Two seconds later, he was flat on his back with a very amorous dragon on top of him.
What a perfectly marvelous switch he’d found. Samuel would take full advantage of it, too.
They tried to be quiet—well, Samuel tried to be quiet—but he had a feeling they’d largely failed. Again. He also felt like the group outside had mostly expected it, though, as they’d shooed Samuel in this direction to begin with. He couldn’t regret or feel too embarrassed about having blistering hot sex.
Alright, he was still embarrassed. Samuel was not into exhibitionism. But he could also put it out of his mind since Dimitri had done such an excellent job fucking his brains out.
They cleaned up, came out long enough to eat dinner, then retreated back into the tent for some well-deserved sleep. With Dimitri wrapped around his back and the air inside the tent kept nice and cool, Samuel lasted about three seconds before he hit dreamland.
It felt like he’d slept maybe ten minutes before Dimitri kissed him awake, telling him to rise and shine, time to get back on the trail. If Samuel hadn’t been so motivated about fixing his core, he’d have asked for another hour of sleep. He wasn’t used to this kind of constant physical activity, to start with, and having regular sex on top of it all was sapping his energy levels.
Through willpower, he got up, dressed, and helped pack the site back up. Somehow, the heaviest things ended up in Dimitri’s pack. It was very suspicious how that happened. Samuel would have said something except…well, for one thing, he was grateful to have a lighter pack. For another, this stepped all over “protective dragon instincts” territory. Samuel decided, after a split second of contemplation, that he was going to let this one go.
They were back on the trail by eight o’clock, still moving steadily upward after taking a lengthy detour around the traps. By his best guess, the traps had set them back by at least a couple of hours. Samuel’s thighs and calves were feeling it, no question there. He was sore and tight. The more he walked, the more his muscles warmed up, which helped, but still. Tylenol sounded really good right now.
Actually, where did he put the painkillers? Ooh, were they in the side pouch? They might be in the side pouch. If Samuel could get to them without having to unpack his entire bag, it would be so worth it to dig them out at the next break.
Sooner than expected, Gregori pulled them to an abrupt halt, fist up in the air. They couldn’t have been hiking more than three hours. “Stop.”
Dimitri’s hand found Samuel’s shoulder like it was a magnetic pull, tone sharp with alarm.
“Problem?” his dragon demanded.
“Yeah, I’d say.” Gregori turned his head, grimacing. “We’ve got another booby trap.”
“No, this is not a coincidence. Not a one-time thing. Not a random bit of luck. Someone does not want us getting any closer to the top of this mountain,” Dimitri grumbled.
Another booby trap. This one looked in slightly better shape. While the previous trap might not have fired if triggered, Dimitri was willing to wager his left nut that this one would, and his adorable, stubborn mate kept inching closer to it like he had a death wish.