The Christmas Dragon's Mate

by Silvia Violet

  I tilted his chin up so he was looking at me. “You don’t ever have to have a reason for wanting pleasure from me. You’re my mate, and I will give you whatever you want.”

  “Anything?”

  I nodded, wondering what he would ask of me.

  “So you’ll get me pad thai and some moose tracks ice cream? Because I really want that for lunch.”

  “I would build you a mountain of the finest jewels. Of course I will acquire any food you wish.” I quickly texted his request to Richards.

  “You could really afford a whole mountain of diamonds?”

  “Are they your favorite?” I asked

  He frowned. “I’ve never really thought about having a favorite jewel, but I think it would be rubies.”

  They would be perfect against his skin. “I would cover you in them and then remove them all with my teeth.”

  He made a strangled sound. “That’s… Um… Really?”

  “Yes. Is that what you wish for?”

  “You don’t have to—”

  “It pleases me to spoil you.”

  “Um… You don’t happen to own a beach house do you? I mean jewelry is nice, but—”

  “We will own one by the end of the week.” I pulled out my phone again and asked Richards to check listings for beach houses.

  “You’re serious?”

  “If my mate wants a beach house, then my mate will have one.”

  “I’m back to thinking I’m dreaming again.” He pinched his arm as if testing the theory.

  “Then I’d better do something about that.”

  I slid from the sofa, knelt between Roman’s legs, and began unfastening his pants.

  “Laszlo?”

  Before responding, I freed his perfect cock and stroked it until he was fully hard and lifting his hips toward me. “Yes, pet?”

  “You’re not going to… Here?”

  I leaned down and swiped my tongue across the tip, making him gasp. “I’m going to suck your cock until you give me all your cum, and I’m going to do it right here.”

  “But what if someone comes in, or—”

  I waved away his concern. “This is my home, and I can pleasure my mate wherever I’d like.”

  “But I don’t want anyone to—” I laid my finger over his lips.

  I slid my phone from my pocket once more. This time, I placed a call.

  Richards answered immediately. “Yes, sir?”

  “See that no one enters the conservatory or the courtyard until I let you know otherwise.”

  “Yes, sir. I will ensure your privacy.” I ended the call and returned my attention to my mate.

  “Shall we proceed?”

  Roman smiled. “Yes, please.”

  I encouraged him to lift his hips so I could tug his pants all the way down and remove them along with his shoes. Now that we knew no one would disturb us, I wanted full access to my mate’s body.

  I nuzzled against Roman’s abdomen, enjoying the warmth of the life growing there. Roman made a soft, contented sound and combed his fingers through my hair. “Even when I thought that… that you had been with Pierre and I doubted your love for me, I still wanted this baby. I’m not sure I have any idea how to care for a child, especially a dragon one, but I’m excited to learn.”

  I pressed a kiss against his belly, then looked up, capturing his gaze. “You’re going to be the best dragon parent ever.”

  “You’re just saying that because you love me,” he admonished, but I could feel how happy my love made him.

  “I do, so very much. Now lie back and let me pleasure you.”

  Before he could respond, I took his cock deep into my mouth. He sucked in his breath, but a few moments later, I felt the tension drain from his body as he relaxed against the sofa and let me have my way. I pushed two fingers into his mouth and used my other hand to tug gently on his sac. He sucked my fingers, getting them slick with spit as I pushed his legs up giving me access to his hole.

  “So good, Laszlo.” He moaned when I pushed a spit-slick finger inside him. I took his cock all the way down, and he squirmed under me, gasping and begging. I worked another finger into his ass, finger-fucking him as I sucked hard.

  “Laszlo, I’m going to come. I can’t—”

  I pulled off long enough to tell him, “I want it all, pet, every drop of your cum. Let me show you how very real this is.” I swallowed him back down and worked my fingers deep, pressing them against his prostate.

  “Oh fuck,” he cried. “Do that again.”

  I did as he asked. His hands tightened against my scalp as he lifted his hips, pushing deeper into my mouth. Seconds later, he flooded my throat with his cum, and I swallowed greedily. Nothing was better than the taste of my mate.

  When he was utterly drained, I let his softening cock slip from my mouth and licked my lips. “What about now? Do you still think you’re dreaming?”

  He’d closed his eyes, but they fluttered open. “Mmm. No, I think I’m the luckiest omega in the world.”

  “Oh you’re very lucky. There aren’t many dragons around and having one willing to serve your every need really is like a waking dream.”

  “What about my dragon’s needs?”

  “Your dragon would very much like to bury himself in your tight ass, to knot you, mark you, and remind you that you’re his—but only if you’re feeling up to it.”

  “I promise I’ll tell you if I start to feel bad again. But even if I do, I’m not truly sick, just pregnant. You don’t have to treat me like I’m delicate.”

  “I did not suck your cock delicately.”

  Roman smiled. “I suppose you didn’t.” His hand dropped to his cock and wrapped around it. “I’m already getting hard for you again. Remember how you told me that eventually pregnancy hormones would make me feel almost like I was in heat?”

  I swallowed hard and nodded.

  “I think I may be moving into that phase.”

  I fought the urge to jump up and down and cheer. I’d missed having Roman in bed with me. I missed his body and his warmth. Every night, as I’d jerked off alone, I’d fantasized about being able to sink into him again, to stretch his ass with my knot, to make him come again and again. I knew he might not yet feel good every day, but right now, we could both have what we’d been longing for.

  I tugged on the hem of Roman’s t-shirt and pulled it over his head. “I can’t believe you were outside in nothing but this.”

  “I’m always hot lately.”

  “Fuck right you are. Now turn around.” My voice was full of the hiss of my dragon.

  Roman frowned. “I’m not sure this couch is sturdy enough for—”

  “Turn around.”

  He rolled his eyes but did as I asked, and I ran my hands over his ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

  “Laszlo, I…”

  “I know what you need, pet, and I’m going to give you all of it.”

  I pulled his cheeks apart and bent to lap at his hole.

  “Please,” he whimpered, pushing back against me. I summoned my magic and allowed just my tongue to transform. When I teased his hole with the forked tip, he jerked. “Laszlo? Is that…?”

  “Hush.” The word came out as a hiss. “Let me pleasure you, pet.”

  I pushed my long dragon’s tongue into him, and he cried out. I held his hips to keep him still as I worked deeper, licking and tongue-fucking him, reminding him just how good it was to be a dragon’s mate. I shifted my attention to his balls, flicking my forked tongue over them until he was begging so loudly I wasn’t sure our little tryst was truly private anymore.

  I let go of his hips so I could stretch him with my fingers, opening him up and then working my tongue in so far I could curl the end over his sweet spot. He cried out, jerking against me, but I kept going until his whimpers were bordering on sobs.

  “Please, Laszlo. Please. Need to come.”

  “I know what you need, pet. Wait right there.” I stripped quickly and found the packet of lu
be I kept in my wallet. Dragons liked to be prepared for any opportunity for pleasure.

  Roman reached under himself and began to stroke his cock, but I grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm away. “Not yet. You’re not going to come again until you’re stretched on my knot.”

  “Please.”

  I loved how desperate he was. I wanted to toy with him, to see how far I could push him, but I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside him, not when it had been so long. So I slicked up my cock, and when I pressed the tip against his hole, he arched his back deeply, offering himself to me. I pressed forward easing into him, reveling in the feel of him stretching to accommodate me.

  “Laszlo, more. I need it all.” He pushed back, trying to take me deeper, but I held his hips, keeping him still.

  Take. Claim. My dragon demanded. I wanted to, but my mate had been sick and exhausted for so long, I didn’t want to hurt him.

  “Laszlo?” Roman looked over his shoulder. My breath caught as I let myself take in the sight of him naked and kneeling on the couch, his pale skin contrasting with the rich red fabric.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Do you remember what you did to me when I was in heat? I want you to be the fierce dragon you were then. I want my mate to take me, to own me, to fill me up until I’m begging for release. I want all of you, Laszlo. I’ve missed it so much.”

  My dragon practically purred at my mate’s words. I pulled almost all the way out and drove in, seating myself fully. Roman worked his hips against me as best he could, and I began to drive into him harder and faster, holding his hips, keeping him in place while he bucked and whined and begged

  “Need your knot, Laszlo. Please. Need to come. I can’t—”

  I pulled out and scooped him up. “No! What are you doing?”

  “I need to see you.” I pushed a table out of the way, almost turning it over in my haste. All I cared about was making room to lay my mate down on the soft carpet.

  “Come back to me,” he begged.

  I grabbed a pillow from the sofa and placed it under his head. Then I pushed his legs up until they were doubled on his chest and pushed into him. He groaned as I filled him all the way up again. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him in time with the movement of my shaft inside him.

  “Yes, please, Laszlo. Please.” He bucked up, trying to take more. I couldn’t resist his need. I fucked him mercilessly until we were both fighting for air. He reached up and placed a hand against my chest.

  “D-do you feel it? The mate bond? There’s this…” He paused to pull in a ragged breath. “Pull between us. It’s like… like your dragon is touching me too.”

  I gasped, and my rhythm faltered. I realized I’d been pushing my dragon magic into him, letting it race along that invisible tie between us.

  “Mine,” I growled. “I feel it because you’re mine.”

  “This is real. It’s all real, Laszlo. I love you so much.”

  I thrust into my mate, and my knot began to swell. He worked his hips, driving up into the circle of my hand. Seconds later, his body shook, and his ass tightened against my cock as his climax overtook him.

  I followed right behind him, making the shallow thrusts my knot would allow as I filled him with my seed.

  When I’d recovered enough to move, I rolled us so he was on top of me. Immediately, he sat up and looked down at me. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright. He looked healthier than he had in weeks.

  “I no longer think this is a dream, but if I’m wrong and it is, promise me you won’t ever wake me up. And if I’ve landed in a fantasy world, I don’t ever want to go back home. I want to stay here with you for the rest of my life. You’re my dragon and I’m your mate, and that is what’s meant to be.”

  My heart swelled and my dragon preened inside me. If I let him out, I knew he’d shoot celebratory jets of fire in the air like a dragon version of fireworks. Maybe later I’d let him celebrate in his own way, but for now, I was bound to my human form, connected to my mate in the most intimate way possible, both physically and through the bond we both now felt.

  I laid my hands against Roman’s belly which had just begun to round with a small bump. Soon he would grow heavy with our child, and we would raise him or her to love both their human and dragon forms.

  “I may be in a dream world as well,” I said. “But I promise I’ll never leave. I want to spend every day enjoying my mate and our child.”

  Suddenly Roman frowned, and I could feel sadness overtake him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You… you said you were over a thousand years old, but I’m… I won’t live anywhere near that long—”

  I smiled and let the warmth of my magic flow into him. “You will now.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Now that you’ve accepted that you’re my mate and our bond is fully formed, you will live as long as I do, aging only the smallest bit as the centuries pass.”

  “You mean that? You’re sure?”

  “I am. It’s dragon magic. How could we bear the loss of our mates? You’re everything to me now, Roman, and we have centuries together to spend with each other and our children.”

  “I feel like you’ve given me so much. I can’t ever repay it.”

  I shook my head. “You’ve given me happiness. I was lonely with years stretching before me without a mate or the likelihood of children. I had my treasure, all the wealth I could want, the ability to go anywhere or do anything, but what I really wanted was you, my mate.” I pulled him down for another kiss, and as our lips touched, I felt the tug of the bond between us, a bond I knew would never break.

  Epilogue

  The Following Christmas

  Roman

  The week before Christmas, we spent several glorious days at our beach house visiting with Laszlo’s Lonely Dragon friends who weren’t all so lonely anymore. We took walks with baby Ruby all bundled up against the wind, we explored nooks and crannies in the coastline, and we watched the surf from the comfort of our living room where tall windows gave us a beautiful view of the ocean. But when Christmas Eve came, it was time to go back to the house I’d taken to calling our palace. We wanted to spend our first Christmas with our baby girl at home.

  I tucked Ruby into her car seat, made sure the straps were secure, and pulled her little pink hat off her head. She wouldn’t need it in the warm car, and it always slid down over her eyes. She smiled up at me and waved her little arms wildly. I kissed the top of her head, and then Laszlo leaned into the car and did the same.

  Candace, the young woman Laszlo had hired to replace Pierre, was accompanying Ruby and our driver. She’d turned out to be amazing with the baby, and she was the only person, other than my mate, I fully trusted with Ruby.

  Laszlo and I weren’t riding home with them because he’d finally agreed to let me fly with him. I couldn’t wait to see all the holiday lights from above.

  After they’d driven away, we walked around to the backyard of our beach house. It was already dark, and our little coastal community was nearly deserted this time of year, so Laszlo had agreed to risk changing form right there in our yard. He stripped quickly, and I placed his clothes in my backpack so they’d be ready for him when we reached home. Then I stepped back and watched in awe as his magic shimmered around him. I’d seen him transform several times now, but I didn’t think I’d ever get over the wonder of it. He lowered his head and, careful not to scratch me, used a massive, taloned hand to lift me onto his back.

  I positioned myself securely and clung to his scales as he stretched his wings, flapping them a few times before starting to rise into the air. My mouth dropped open as I saw the shimmering world beneath us. The whole night seemed aglow with holiday cheer. I couldn’t help but remember the Christmas before when I’d been too sick to enjoy the things Laszlo had planned and so worried about disappointing him. I hadn’t believed it possible that a man like him could truly want me for a mate, b
ut now, over a year later, we had a beautiful, healthy baby, and we were going to celebrate properly. Laszlo had planned so many activities I doubted we could fit them into a single day, but he was determined to pack as much joy as he could into Ruby’s first Christmas, never minding that a four-month-old wouldn’t remember any of it.

  I was glad Laszlo had insisted I wear the top-of-the-line down coat and super insulated gloves he’d gotten for me. It was chilly on the ground, but truly frigid up where we were. I clung to Laszlo’s scales as he flew, dipping and rising with the wind currents. It was exhilarating and everything I’d hoped it would be. His scales shimmered in the moonlight, and I realized that Christmas Eve truly was a dragon’s paradise, a night when everything was meant to sparkle and shine. When we reached home, I couldn’t decide whether I was sad the flight was over or thrilled to have arrived. Part of me wanted Laszlo to fly on and on, but I was also eager to be home and begin what I knew would become our family’s holiday traditions.

  Laszlo

  I landed softly in the same courtyard where I’d first shown my mate my full dragon form. I’d felt Roman’s joy and heard his laughter as we’d flown through the night. Knowing he adored my dragon as much as my human self never ceased to amaze and excite me. I shouldn’t have waited so long to fly with him, but I was afraid for his safety while he carried our child, and we’d both been caught in a whirl of late night feedings, diaper changes, and catering to our beautiful little whelp.

  I helped Roman descend from my back and gave him a last dragonish smile. Then I gathered my magic, letting my dragon recede and my human form coalesce. Roman held out the bag that contained my clothes, but it was dark out, and I really didn’t care who saw me. So before I dressed, I pulled my mate into my arms and enjoyed the warmth of our mate bond, which had only grown stronger over the last year. I considered drawing Roman farther away from the house and taking a bit more time for ourselves, but Ruby was waiting, and even if she was asleep, I wanted the three of us together by the Christmas trees enjoying the magic of the evening.