Dragon Collector (Dragon Hoard Book 2)

by Minerva Howe

  Eagan hummed a Christmas tune as he rolled out Christmas cookies. Or Yule cookies, depending on who he talked to. Tyson wanted trees and axes, which were in his vintage set of cutters for… Arbor Day? Washington’s Birthday? He would have to research.

  Warm hands wrapped around his belly, Ollie’s body snuggling up to his ass. “Mmm…cookies, Dragon?”

  “Yes, love. I was feeling like singing and being holiday-y. I didn’t want to interrupt your work. I know this is a busy season for you and Devon.” He turned in Ollie’s embrace to take a kiss.

  “We’re done for the day. We got a ton accomplished.” Oliver snuggled up, hips rolling in a gentle, steady offer. “I was thinking about you.”

  “Were you?” He did love the feel of Ollie against him, the scent of his lover mixed with cinnamon and cloves.

  “I was. I thought you might need me. Help. My help.” His mate was proving to be more and more wicked as the days past. He could measure that naughtiness by how tightly his mate’s bun was tied.

  It was messy now, ready to be let down.

  “I can always use your help, my love.” He squeezed that tight little ass with both hands. He could smell Oliver, knew that his lover was needing, and it was heady. Maddening.

  “We have one batch in the oven, but the rest can go in the fridge. What should we do while we wait?” He had a few ideas, but he wanted to hear what his wicked-sweet Ollie would say.

  “You don’t want to finish your baking?” Oliver’s hand cupped his balls, rubbing gently. The touch was so gentle, but there was so much intent behind it.

  “I think we can all come back and bake in a bit. You and I could go be alone now.” He went up on tiptoes, his body ready to love Oliver, his cock swelling.

  “Uh-huh. I want…we could fill the tub up, fuck hard in the water.” Ollie rubbed against him, hands sliding over him. Those amazing hands sent him higher, spiraling into arousal.

  “Yes. Yes, we could.” He turned to put one hand on Ollie’s ass, then pulled out his phone with the other so he could text Devon.

  It only took a second for Dev to answer.

  He lifted Ollie and raced for their rooms. The urgency inside him wasn’t surprising. Ollie’s offer was perfect. Tub. Water. That lean, hot body taking him inside and holding his knot…

  “Yes. Yes, E. I want to ride you. I want you to touch and bite and make me scream.” Ollie teased the back of his neck, which was a dangerous spot for a dragon, making his heat ratchet up.

  His Oliver was feeling his dragon, Eagan could see the hint of blue under his skin, the promise of teeth and tail and wings.

  The blue was fascinating. A lovely turquoise. The scales were there on the edges of Ollie’s face.

  Eagan wanted to crow. He knew it. He’d said it would happen.

  “You’ll ride. First though, we’ll have a snuggle in the tub.”

  “Oh. Yes. I love snuggling.” Ollie clung to his neck, his eyes flashing gold.

  Oh. Oh, yes. Eagan’s heart beat faster. His dragon.

  He set Ollie on his feet in their big en suite. Devon and Brand really were good to them. “Get the water going?” he asked, then started hunting his scale polish.

  The sound of the water was immediate, and Oliver started lighting candles soon after.

  He laid out the scrub, as well as some oil and a soft soap. He would give Oliver the full treatment. The towels were in the warmer, the robes were close by. Oh, this was the perfect idea.

  Eagan tested the heat of the water. A little more. Ollie had no idea what he could take now that his scales were coming in. He eased back on the cold water when Oliver wasn’t watching, the shivers of anticipation rocking him.

  His cock rose hard and proud as he undressed, slipping off his clothes and tossing them aside. Now it was Oliver’s turn. He turned and found his lover bare, pushing into his arms.

  “My perfect Ollie.” He kissed Ollie deeply, his joy impossible to contain.

  Oliver groaned, climbing his body, rocking against him like Ollie was starving. Maybe he was. The urge to mate was so strong, so amazing. He held Ollie against him, letting their bodies rub. “Come into the water, love. Come get warm with me.”

  Yes. Ollie hummed, smiling at him, and they slid into the big tub. They could move to the shower for the final scale scrub, but this was about the cuddling.

  Oliver moaned and slid in, nuzzling his throat, lips and tongue hotter than the water.

  “Love.” He pulled Ollie down into his lap. “Sweet boy. What a lovely thought this was.”

  “I couldn’t stop dreaming about being in the water with you. I was working, and my cock was like iron.”

  “Was it? It’s hard for me now.” Ollie should have listened to his dreams. They were both so stubborn, so full of pride.

  “I am. It is. God, this feels good. I love this.”

  “My affinity is water, love. And you’re mine.” He took Ollie’s hair down out of its bun so he could get it good and wet.

  “Yours.” Oliver sighed, leaning into his arms. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. And your hair is so amazing. I just want to touch it.”

  “You can touch anything you’d like. Everything.”

  “I can, hmmm.” He would, too. Every part of Ollie’s body would get a thorough explanation. He started with washing Ollie’s hair, giving him a scalp massage that would help relieve any lingering tension.

  His lover’s eyelids went heavy, and the hint of turquoise became more pronounced.

  “Sweet boy.” He leaned Ollie back so he could rinse his hair once the whole mass was washed.

  “Yours.” Oliver groaned, trusting in his hands without hesitation.

  He turned Ollie on his lap, back to his front. He wanted to be able to touch without distraction, and he loved when his cock lodged against Ollie’s ass.

  “Mmm…you’re warm, E. So hot.”

  “The water is helping.” The bubbles caressed them as the jets got working good. They rubbed together, the friction amazing.

  “The water is perfect.” Ollie leaned his head back, resting against his chest.

  “It is. It makes my muscles feel great.” So did Ollie. He loved how Ollie felt against him.

  Oliver rubbed against his prick, hips rolling in a steady motion, up and down, up and down.

  “You’re wet for me, aren’t you? And it has nothing to do with the water.” He slid one hand down between them, sliding a finger into Ollie’s ass.

  “Is it you? Is it because I’m in love with you?”

  “I think it is, yes. I think your body knows.” He probed nice and deep, satisfaction roaring through him.

  “Oh. Oh, good. Fuck, I love you. That. You. God, touch harder.”

  “More, love?” He slipped in two fingers, then worked them in and out, opening Ollie up. He wanted that tight passage totally ready for him, because when he got inside Ollie his knot was gonna go crazy.

  “I want everything. Everything you need to give me.”

  “Then take it, love. Take every inch.” He lifted Ollie, then pressed the head of his cock to Ollie’s hole. He was ready, his body accepting Eagan easily, eagerly. He pressed in hard, making Ollie cry out.

  He hesitated, then pushed deeper, spreading the tiny hole, the tight heat rippling around him. Eagan gritted his teeth, holding on, even though the heat of the water and the tight grip of Ollie’s ass were sending his senses spinning.

  Oliver hummed, hands grabbing the edge of the tub, driving that strong body back on him.

  “Oliver! More. Oh, yes, more.” He yanked at Ollie’s hips, grinding his love down on him. His knot began to swell, faster than he was used to, his need making him giddy.

  “Eagan! So big. I need it.” Ollie was rocking, panting and begging, wild like Eagan had never seen him before.

  “Take it. Take all of my knot.”

  Ollie groaned and pushed back, spreading wide, stretching ar
ound him. He could feel those muscles clamp down around him, and Eagan’s eyes flew wide when his knot swelled even further.

  “Yes. Dragon.” Oliver arched in the water, and Eagan grabbed his boy, hands landing on the tight nipples.

  Those tight little nubs fascinated him, so hard for him. Just touching them made Ollie growl.

  “Sensitive, sweet?”

  “Dragon…”

  “I think you might be.” He flicked the tip of Ollie’s cock with one finger.

  “Fuck…”

  He smelled mist. His Ollie had mist pouring from his nose, and he was utterly oblivious.

  Eagan pinched one nipple, cock pushing deeper, spreading wider. He had to take Ollie to places they’d never been before.

  Yes. Yes, I want everything. His mate rolled, wild in his arms.

  “I want that too, love. I want to give you pleasure, to give you my knot until you scream.” No one would interrupt them. His brothers knew what mating sounded like.

  Now, Lyle might run back up to his place to hide with his wife and their goats… The butler was very human.

  His Oliver wasn’t though. His Oliver was a dragon. A lovely, strong, desirable dragon.

  He was so excited to see his lover showing all the signs. The color was stunning, so bright. Rather like Devon was gold, Ollie was a shade he’d never seen in a dragon before. That turquoise… It had a tiny bit of his green and blue along the edges of scales, but otherwise it was all the color of a desert gem.

  Tyson was going to adore it. Not yet. Now the sight was still all for him.

  Eagan bit at Ollie’s neck, harder than he normally would because he knew now that his love could take it. Ollie was so strong anyway, but with his dragon emerging, he could take almost anything Eagan dished out.

  “Yes. Burns so good. More, love.”

  “More,” he agreed, the spring winding tighter and tighter inside his body.

  He bit in deep, slamming them together and burying his knot in Oliver’s sweet ass.

  “E!” Ollie convulsed around him, inner muscles clamping down on him, holding him so tight he roared. He grabbed at Ollie’s nipples, pinching and tugging hard.

  Ollie growled, the sound giving him shivers, and he felt it when Ollie shot for him, every jet of seed spurting high in the air.

  He cuddled Oliver back against his chest, cradling him as they floated.

  “I—E? Are you?”

  “I can wait. I want to make you come again.” His knot was throbbing hard, but he knew he could hold on.

  “Again?” Ollie moaned softly. “I need you. You know that.”

  “I know you will. Soon. I can stay right here. You’re holding my knot so good.”

  Ollie squeezed him. “You like this?”

  “I do.” The words came out as a grunt. Goddess yes, he liked this to distraction. “I’m going to bend you over the side of the tub now, love. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

  Oliver nodded, those maddening squeezes and clenches making him gasp and growl.

  He moved them gently, knowing it could hurt if he moved too fast. Then he let Ollie pillow his head on his arms on the side of the tub.

  “Ready, love?”

  Ready. So ready for you. “Yes, E. Do it.”

  “That’s my boy.” He bent forward to bite again, this time right on the back of the neck, right at the claiming spot, which released a cloud of pheromones.

  A rush of need surrounded them both, and he shook Oliver, back and forth, so gently.

  “Eagan.” He heard the deep tone of Ollie’s dragon take that sweet voice, felt how Ollie opened to take even more of him.

  He gave it, too.

  Steam filled the air, low growls vibrating the water. They slapped together, making waves, and the water almost boiled around them. It felt like heaven, like they were in a dragon lair of old in a volcano.

  He could hear Oliver calling out, pleading for him so sweetly.

  He’d lost his human voice, and all he could do was thrust, every muscle tight as he pushed to share his essence with his mate.

  The world began to shake, to shudder around them, and Oliver tugged the edge of the tub.

  He hoped it didn’t crack.

  They moaned, the sound echoing, the feel of them slapping together stinging his skin. His knot swelled, growing bigger, fatter, thicker.

  E! Feel you.

  I want you to. Take it, Oliver. Take it all.

  His thrusts went sharp, shallow as their ability to move any farther apart.

  Everything. All of you, I swear it!

  “Oliver!” He found his voice again, and his hand found Ollie’s cock under the water. It was hard as nails.

  More. More. More. Oliver’s pleas rang inside Eagan, drawing them closer together.

  Soon there just wouldn’t be enough air in the room, and he drew steam back into his lungs, letting it fill him. He cried out, calling to Oliver’s dragon, asking him to sing.

  His mate went bright turquoise and dragon song filled the air, buoying his voice, harmonizing and making them both vibrate.

  Eagan gripped Ollie’s cock with one hand, his hip with the other, and he finally shot, his seed filling Ollie deeply and completely. Oliver’s body answered his need, their orgasms growing exponentially.

  They were fused together, not knowing where one began and one ended. Water sloshed all over, steam obscuring everything in his vision but turquoise scales and glorious long hair. Eagan could remember nothing that had ever felt better in his long life.

  Soaring. They were soaring together, even as they soaked in the water.

  When they finally came down, Ollie was boneless, leaning on the side of the tub and panting. “Oh. E.”

  “Yes.” He eased Ollie back, the water still on the edge of steaming. “You’re perfect.”

  “I was hungry for you.”

  “I’m glad.” At this rate it might take an hour for his knot to go down. Maybe he ought to scrub Ollie’ scales here.

  “Me too.” Oliver kissed his hand, nuzzling his fingers.

  “Love you. I hope Devon doesn’t burn the cookies.”

  Oliver chuckled softly and shook his head. “Nah, he’ll just eat them all. We’ll make more.”

  “Later. Not yet. I need to be here.”

  “We can cuddle, right? It won’t hurt you to stay in the water?” Sweet mate. So dear.

  “No love.” Eagan kissed the back of Ollie’s neck, where he’d left a rather prodigious bruise. “And it won’t harm you, either, I promise.” It would be wonderful for them, in fact.

  “Mmm…no. Soaking is fun, and we can talk about nothing important.”

  “We can.” He had a feeling there would be less talking than Ollie believed. He was drooping. Eagan was fine with that. He would just groom his mate while he waited.

  He’d dreamed of just a moment like this.

  8

  Ollie hummed, stirring up one bowl of dough with the mixer and another by hand.

  Devon had, indeed, eaten all of Eagan’s sugar cookies the night before, and now he was up with the sun making it up to his lover.

  It had been an amazing night. He was sore all over, not as bruised as he expected to be, and he got half hard when he thought too much, just like now.

  So he put bread in eggs and cream to soak too so he could make French toast, then he started bacon. Bacon was lovely but focusing on not burning it tended to deflate a hard-on.

  Mmm…bacon. He licked his fingers, the smokiness making him happy deep down. Yum.

  He thought he’d make some cinnamon rolls too, just in case they needed them.

  “Something smells good.” Tyson came to join him, this morning’s pajamas a shrieking purple and green plaid with a smiling hippopotamus ballerina on the front of the shirt. “I missed cookies last night. If I help, can I have some?”

  “Of course. I love the hippos. I’m making French toast and bacon and cinnamon rolls. You want coffee?”

  “I do.” Tyson pulled dow
n a cup. “You are full of energy. Good night, eh?”

  Ollie felt his cheeks heat, but he wasn’t gonna lie. “The best of my life.”

  “Good for you, kiddo! That’s the way to do it, right?” Tyson put on an apron. “How’s the internet company thing going?”

  “Great! I mean, Halle and Lain keep the shop open Tuesday through Saturday, but they’ve been able to cut hours and do a lot by appointment.” Ollie flipped bacon. “The sales are actually bigger with the online-timed auctions on our site. The buyers like how much easier they are than in person.”

  He was happier, too, because he could be here with Eagan, and they could play, when they needed to. It was perfect, and he’d stopped stressing about whether or not he was a dragon, whether he was going to be pregnant like Devon, whether he was anything but him.

  Eagan loved him, and so Oliver was enough.

  He hummed, bumping hips with Tyson, who barked out a huge laugh, then grabbed him to waltz him around the kitchen. Tyson was a good dancer. What that should surprise him, he didn’t know. Dragons seemed to be gifted, physically.

  “I need to turn off the mixer so my dough doesn’t get all tough.”

  Tyson spun Ollie under his arm, then twirled him toward the mixer. “I’ll get some of the bacon up and start more. I can hear stirring upstairs.”

  “I’d be surprised if it wasn’t Arielle. She’s got a nose for cookies.”

  “That she does.” Tyson laughed again, the sound full. “Okay, new bacon in. Let me go get the girl before she falls down the stairs.” He headed out, humming loud, and Ollie had to laugh.

  He put the one cookie dough in the fridge, cleaned out the mixer, and started the yeast dough for the cinnamon rolls.

  Tyson was back only minutes later carrying Arielle, who was fresh as a little daisy and growling for food.

  He found her a bottle, knowing this little one wanted meat.

  “She might argue that,” Tyson said, jerking his chin at the bottle.

  “I know, but she has to have it first. Then maybe I’ll make her some eggs.”

  She glared at him, and he stared back, holding her gaze. He wasn’t going to be out-stared by a nine-month-old.

  Sighing finally, she slumped dramatically against Tyson and moaned. Poor, poor starving baby.