Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
More.
He needed more.
He sped his movements up, fucking himself on Gregori’s cock harder and faster. Gregori’s hands tightened on his hips, fingers digging into his ass, threatening to leave bruises, and he loved it. He would never say it out loud to this stubborn dragon, but he loved all the ways Gregori touched him. It was as if the dragon knew all his secret sexy buttons without ever being told.
Gregori used his insane strength to lift Salem up and slam him down faster and faster, while also thrusting upward. The slap of their skin and their broken pants for air filled the room. Salem whimpered, the edge of his orgasm seeming to cut through him. So close. He was so close, but he couldn’t seem to topple over the edge no matter how good it felt.
Without needing to be told, Gregori lifted Salem up, removing his cock from him completely. Salem cried out, his brain trapped in a fog of need and desperation. He didn’t know how it happened, but he found himself on his hands and knees on the bed. Just as it was registering, Gregori slammed his cock back into him from behind. The dragon wrapped one arm across Salem’s chest, pinning his back against Gregori’s front, while his other hand frantically stroked Salem’s neglected dick.
At the same time, Gregori continued to thrust deep inside him, the angle just perfect to hit Salem’s prostate again and again.
The world exploded in a heartbeat. His screams of pleasure coupled with the banging of his headboard against the wall were deafening. Somewhere, a neighbor’s dog howled, and someone pounded on one of his walls and shouted, but he didn’t care. The orgasm just kept going, leaving him spilling everything within him over Gregori’s hand.
The world started to come into focus and he heard Gregori shout, his cock swelling as he came deep inside of him. Salem’s own dick twitched, wanting to join in the fun one last time, but there was nothing left.
Sleep started to claim what little remained of his poor brain as Gregori gently laid him back down on the mattress and drew the blankets over him to keep his now sweaty skin from growing cold.
He wanted to say something to Gregori, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Nothing seemed as important as sleep now.
Tomorrow.
He’d remember tomorrow.
Salem went off to work at a crazy early hour and Gregori watched him go with a worried knot forming in the base of his stomach. This really wasn’t going well. He’d seen the struggle with Dimitri and Sam, he’d heard stories of other people needing to court their mage mates for things to click properly, but…this felt different. This strong opposition to even considering them being mates felt like a repeated slap in the face.
And Gregori had no idea how to get past it.
He’d hoped the sex last night would soften Salem a little, but it didn’t seem to have worked. Salem was used to having quick flings, apparently, as he was fine with unattached sex. Which was an entirely different problem—one Gregori had no solution for.
He hesitated for a strong moment, but he really needed a game plan, so it was time to face the music.
Gregori settled at the (very tiny) dining room table, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles, then video called Sam. If there was anyone who could help him right now, it was Sam. It should be fine, as he and Dimitri weren’t leaving for their honeymoon until next week, so Dimitri wouldn’t kill him for interrupting anything.
Fortunately, the time difference was only an hour, and Sam was an early riser, so it went through on the second ring.
Sam was impeccably dressed, hair still damp from a shower, and with a glare hot enough to melt ice caps.
“You,” he greeted with a snarl. “Where the hell are you?!”
Gregori somewhat regretted not telling anyone he was getting on a plane. Only somewhat because it was harder for them to force anything when he was literally on a different continent.
“Um. Boston.”
Anyone who knew Sam knew he was brilliant—absolutely brilliant—and the man proved his super brain once again.
“Oh my god,” he breathed, jaw dropping. “Salem? REALLY?!”
A little sheepish, Gregori rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure why he was feeling shy but…he was. Go figure. “Yeah.”
“You’re absolutely sure? What am I saying, of course you’re sure. But neither of you said anything about this before he left yesterday!”
“Yeah, about that, he’s…” Gregori winced again. “Um. Adamantly refusing.”
All delight was wiped off Sam’s face, replaced by an understanding grimace. “Now that sounds like my brother. You’re calling for help, aren’t you?”
“Please?”
“Hang on—no, wait. Give me five minutes, I’ll call you back.”
“Sure.”
Gregori couldn’t sit still, his nerves wouldn’t let him, so he got up and paced around the apartment. Which didn’t take long. Seriously, this place was such a shoebox. He understood why Salem couldn’t afford better, between massive student loans and incredibly high housing prices, but…he really, truly wanted to offer Salem a better place to live. He also knew even breathing a suggestion of this would hurt Salem’s pride and definitely get him tossed out on his ear.