Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“Only if you allow me. I can, however, pick up a lot from your actions and the emotions I sense wafting off you. I also suspect that most of the mates have been Little. You might be an exception, but I don’t think so.”
“Skye is Little. I mean, I noticed she sits on her mates’ laps. I thought Oldrik and Ardon were just taking care of her. Don’t get any ideas. I’m not sitting on your lap,” Brooks declared.
“You will if you need that closeness. And I suspect you’ll enjoy it. If that makes you uncomfortable in public, we’ll make adjustments that work for you. At home, you will be whoever you’re meant to be.”
Rogan knew he needed to digest that information. He sat up, drawing Brooks with him. “Come here. Let me wash your back. It gives me a good excuse to get my hands on you.”
“Do you need an excuse?” Brooks challenged.
“No. But I want you to enjoy our time together,” Rogan told him quietly. He wouldn’t allow Brooks to hide from him. “Were you unhappy last night?”
After a long second’s pause, Brooks shook his head. “No. It was magical. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
Rogan smiled at him and pulled his face close to reward him with a passionate kiss. “Thank you for telling me the truth.”
He helped Brooks turn slightly to sit in front of him. Dispensing some of his favorite bodywash, Rogan spread it over his mate’s back. The feel of Brooks’s toned muscles under his fingertips rekindled the arousal that had simmered just under the surface since Rogan had met his mate. Brooks’s soft moan of enjoyment fueled that excitement. He took his time before splashing water over his mate’s back to rinse away the suds.
Rogan pressed a kiss to Brooks’s shoulder before whispering. “Turn around, Adventurer.”
He helped him change position and washed his chest. To Rogan’s delight, Brooks sat still, giving him free access. Rogan splashed water to rinse the soap away. When he shifted to Brooks’s thighs, his mate jerked and slid on the porcelain surface.
“Whoa, mate,” Rogan said, quickly wrapping his hands around Brooks’s waist to steady him. His fingertips brushed across his mate’s erection. Rogan’s caresses had also affected him.
A quick inhale made Rogan abandon Brooks’s thighs to concentrate on another area. He wrapped his fingers around Brooks’ cock and pulled from root to tip, drawing a deep groan from Brooks. He repeated the motion several times, only stopping when Brooks slipped again as he tried to thrust into Rogan’s grip.
Stabilizing him, Rogan whispered, “Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll get out of this tub before you get hurt.”
“How come you don’t slip?” Brooks asked.
“Scales.”
Rogan let him think about that without explaining as he washed his mate’s legs and feet. “Up on your knees, mate.”
Brooks followed his instruction and asked a second later. “Scales? What do you mean?”
“Dragons have scales,” Rogan reminded him as he smoothed soap between Brooks’s buttocks.
“I can do that,” Brooks protested and grabbed for the tub’s edge when he slipped.
“Already finished,” Rogan informed him. “Sit back down to rinse.”
While that distracted his mate, Rogan washed Brooks’s balls and thick cock. He explored his mate’s shaft, searching for the most responsive spots. Feeling Brooks’s pulse through the thick veins along the underside, Rogan celebrated his mate’s life and vitality. He met Brooks’ gaze when his mate stroked a hand through his hair.
“This is real?”
“Yes, Adventurer. This is your new journey. You’ve searched for something or run away for too long. Is this what you need?” Rogan asked, caressing him. The slick soap provided a lubricant for his hand. He quickened his pace and wrapped his arm around Brooks to hold him in place against him.
“Oh, fuck!” Brooks protested. “Searched? Run? I can’t think when you’re touching me.”
“That’s the way it should be. Think about it later, Brooks. For now, feel.”
“I could…”
“You can pleasure me later, mate. Enjoy now,” Rogan instructed, tightening his grip around Brooks’ waist and cock.
“Fuck!” Brooks shouted. His voice echoed on the hard tiled surfaces around them as he spilled himself into the water.
Rogan coaxed the last of the sensations from him before releasing him. Brooks turned, seeking his reassurance, and Rogan pulled him close. Wrapped around his mind-blown mate, Rogan closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead to Brooks’s temple. He thanked the fates for bringing him such a treasure.
When Brooks shifted against him, Rogan said, “I’ll get out and help you.” He’d just stepped out when Brooks chose to follow him. Rogan quickly scooped him out of the tub and set him safely on the rug.
“Hey!” Brooks protested, rubbing his butt when Rogan sharply slapped his bottom.
“That’s a warning. Follow directions, Adventurer.”
“I won’t be a puppet, Rogan. That’s not who I am.”
Rogan schooled his face to keep his amusement from showing as he grabbed a fluffy towel to rub over his mate’s skin. “I know you are independent, Brooks. I do not wish to erase that from your personality. I do not wish to change anything about you. You will, however, heed my instructions to keep from endangering yourself. If you don’t, a spanking will help you learn.”