“We’re going to have to be really quiet so as not to wake Galyn,” he added. “Do you think you can do that, sweeting, or do I have to gag you?”
Taryn was actually quite a noisy lover, something that excited Hareem a great deal. At the same time, Hareem looked forward to seeing Taryn trying to contain his cries.
The werewolf’s eyes glowed with sexual excitement as he rubbed his body against Hareem’s. It seemed that one thing wouldn’t change with Galyn’s birth. Taryn was just as easily aroused as before, and Overlords, Hareem loved it.
Without another word, Hareem crushed his lips to Taryn’s, taking his lover’s mouth in a devastating kiss. Taryn moaned and granted him entrance, and Hareem eagerly thrust his tongue into Taryn’s wet cavern. He could never get tired of tasting Taryn, of sampling his lover’s delicious flavor. Taryn melted against him, his arousal sweet and intoxicating as it coursed through their bond. As his tongue met Hareem’s, his prick insistently nudged Hareem’s. His hand clutched Hareem’s shoulders convulsively, and the tip of his claws dug into Hareem’s flesh through his clothing.
Hareem bit Taryn’s lower lip as the young werewolf’s aggressive side reared its not ugly at all head. In all honesty, Hareem loved it when Taryn got like this, as it only fueled his own lust. With a growl, Taryn began to guide his mate toward the bed.
He walked Taryn back, toward his huge four-poster. He was reluctant to lose contact with Taryn even for a few moments, but he had to break the kiss when he pushed the young werewolf down. Even so, he didn’t delay in joining him on the mattress. He climbed on top of Taryn, brushing his lips over his mate’s again.
His dragon was urging him to move things along, but Hareem had other ideas. Taming his wild lust, he started to pepper Taryn’s face with kisses. Everything from his mate’s eyelids to his cute button nose and, of course, his lovely mouth became the target of Hareem’s explorations.
At one point, Taryn released a low, pleading whine. “Come on, Hareem,” he whispered. “Fuck me.”
“No,” Hareem replied. “I’m going to make love to you.”
After that, there were no more words. Hareem started to undress his mate, slowly, like he was unwrapping a present. To a certain extent, he was a present that in many ways, Hareem had forfeited the right to. But in spite of all of Hareem’s mistakes, here they were, together again, and beginning to build a better future.
Hareem pressed kisses to every inch of soft, silky skin he revealed. He tossed Taryn’s shirt aside, exposing his mate’s torso. As he did so, though, he found himself staring at his mate’s abdomen.
The last time he and Taryn had been together like this, Galyn had still been inside Taryn. Hareem remembered well how beautiful Taryn had been during his pregnancy. Even if Hareem hadn’t been around as much as he’d have wanted to, the memories lingered with him, and probably would for the rest of his life.
He also recalled how close he’d come to losing both Taryn and Galyn. He really didn’t want to think about it, but a week or so ago, Hareem had been crossing the ocean in a panic, feeling like the world was about to end.
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” he inquired.
Taryn arched a brow at him. “I should be asking you the same thing. Come on, Hareem. Touch me. Feel me. I want you.”
How could Hareem respond to that? He covered Taryn’s mouth with his own, his hands already working at Taryn’s pants. The position didn’t allow him for the best angle to gain access to his mate’s naked body. This time, when he broke their kiss, he was frantic, removing Taryn’s shoes and tossing them on the floor. When Hareem tore off the rest of Taryn’s garments, the werewolf released a moan, arching his back, a picture of demanding desire.
He was so beautiful that Hareem’s reason flew out the window and he fell back on pure instinct. A part of him just wanted to admire his beautiful lover forever, but he was beyond admiration right now. He started to explore every inch of Taryn he could reach, first with his hands, then with his mouth. He was unavoidably drawn to Taryn’s nipples, but as he sucked one tiny bud into his mouth, he also reached for Taryn’s dick, gripping it in his fist. Taryn released another cry, making Hareem chuckle slightly. In truth, the last thing he felt right now was amusement, but teasing his mate also seemed like the best idea in existence.
As he slowly jacked Taryn’s dick and bit down on the tender bud in his mouth, he glanced up at Taryn and reached out to the werewolf through their bond. “Remember,” he said, “you promised to be silent.”
In response, Taryn shot him a glare. Of course, the look would have been more effective had Taryn’s gaze not been clouded by lust. As things stood, Hareem knew that his mate was as appreciative of their little game as Hareem himself.
Taryn covered his mouth with one of his hands, but the other reached for Hareem again. “Hareem… Please… I need you.”
All games aside, Hareem was terrible at refusing his lover. He didn’t want to have to do that ever again, and he had no intention of attempting it today. He released Taryn’s nipple with a wet pop and crawled down his mate’s body. He couldn’t help but linger over Taryn’s belly, where their son had once rested. Was it irresponsible that he couldn’t wait to have another child? Probably.
For the moment, though, Hareem wanted to focus on Taryn’s pleasure. Without giving his mate one word of warning, Hareem lowered his mouth over Taryn’s dick and took it all the way into his throat.
Taryn’s cry of ecstasy was muffled by his own hand, but their connection was anything but quiet. A litany of incoherent pleas filled Hareem’s mind. Ecstasy exploded through him, one he himself commanded every time he touched Taryn’s body. He rode the wave of pleasure, accepting it within him, pooling it back into Taryn and flooding his mate with sexual desire. As he did so, he bobbed his head up and down Taryn’s dick, groaning as the flavor of Taryn’s pre-cum hit his taste buds.
At one point, Taryn’s other hand landed in hair, holding onto him as the werewolf began to fuck Hareem’s mouth. Hareem reveled in his mate’s loss of control. He had Taryn at his mercy, exactly where he wanted him, and he had every intention to show Taryn exactly how much he was loved.
The young werewolf writhed under him, his rapture flowing over Hareem like a wave that threatened to break the dam of Hareem’s control. Frustratingly, and yet unsurprisingly, Hareem found that he was already on the verge of climax, just because he experienced Taryn’s pleasure.
He truly wanted to make this moment last, to have his lover come first and only then focus on his own orgasm. However, he knew that with the pent-up sexual tension between them, he could probably climax over and over tonight and still not have enough. So he stopped making elaborate plans and just went with it, following his instincts. He reached between his mate’s buttocks and rubbed at the tempting hole hidden there. As he pushed his dry finger into Taryn’s anus, he sucked his mate’s dick one more time into his mouth and swallowed around the head. With another muffled scream, Taryn came, filling Hareem’s mouth with salty-sweet spunk.
Taryn’s climax predictably triggered Hareem’s. He found his peak without even touching himself, and as he shook through the waves of his climax, he drank down every drop of his mate’s cum. Just the addicting taste of Taryn’s spunk was enough to fuel the flames of his passion once again. When he released Taryn’s cock from his mouth, he was again hard and aching, needing to be inside Taryn so bad it hurt.
Obviously, Taryn overheard the thought, because he started to nod eagerly. His hand briefly drifted away from his mouth. “Yes,” he said. “Oh, please, yes.”
Hareem wasn’t sure if Taryn had said those words out loud, through their bond, or both. He was so far gone at this point that his dragon could only focus on one concept, claiming Taryn.
Naturally, the first thing he did was to disrobe. He was far more dismissive of his garments than he’d been with Taryn’s, which basically meant that in seconds, he got rid of his shoes, tore off his clothes, and discarded the scraps of material on t
he floor. Once that task was done, he reached for the nightstand and opened the drawer, frantically looking for the lubricant. Sadly, it seemed that Prince Kaelezrin hadn’t thought of everything, not that Hareem would have expected him to. Since Taryn’s departure from Draechenburg, Hareem’s supplies of lube had been depleted. He probably had a tube somewhere in the room, but he couldn’t remember where it was for the life of him.
When he had no luck with tracking down the item in his nightstand, Hareem returned to the bed and made a quick decision. Instead of going on a useless quest for the lube, he went with something both of them would enjoy very much. He flipped Taryn on all fours and smoothed his hands over his mate’s bottom, caressing the firm cheeks. Taryn wiggled his ass, practically begging to be taken. More aroused than he had ever thought an ice dragon could be, Hareem parted Taryn’s ass cheeks, exposing his mate’s nether opening. Already on the edge, he licked a wet stripe over his lover’s crease.
A small shout escaped Taryn before he quickly quieted himself. With taboo pleasure awakening Hareem’s every nerve ending, he stabbed his tongue into Taryn’s hole, using it like a little cock to stretch Taryn. The werewolf buried his face in the pillows and pushed back against him, fucking his face, demanding more.
With the nearly desperate arousal coming from Taryn, Hareem found himself spending an inordinate of time exploring Taryn’s hole with his tongue. Finally, though, his lust became too great. He lifted his head and spat in his palm, slicking his cock as best as he could. Saliva wasn’t the best lubricant, and Hareem truly would have preferred to prepare Taryn more carefully, but they both needed this, to remind each other that their love hadn’t changed because of the trauma they’d gone through.
Holding onto Taryn’s hips, Hareem positioned his cock at his mate’s opening. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid inside. Taryn was so tight and hot, his ass squeezing Hareem’s dick like a velvet fist. Hareem could only be thankful that he’d come before, because otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to keep himself from orgasming on the spot.
As it was, he went still inside Taryn, giving his mate time to adjust. Taryn just pushed back against him, obviously not willing to wait. “Come on, Hareem,” he begged through their bond. “I’m not going to break. Just move.”
Hareem couldn’t have stopped himself from doing just that if he’d wanted to. With a growl, Hareem pulled out of his mate and thrust back inside, aiming straight for his lover’s prostate. Sparks of pleasure erupted over his body as he hit his target. Taryn screamed into the pillow, and the sound of ripping fabric reached Hareem’s ears, signaling that Taryn had dug his claws into the sheets. With every second that passed, Hareem’s lust rose higher and higher. He plunged his dick in and out of his mate’s body, fucking Taryn with abandon, claiming his mate as his.
The bed rocked and creaked in protest at the increasing speed and strength of his thrusts. Hareem’s own grunts, Taryn’s muffled cries and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled his ears, an orgiastic symphony that aroused Hareem even more. Distantly, he was aware that he should have been gentler, quieter, but he couldn’t help himself. He experienced his own pleasure at penetrating Taryn, and Taryn’s ecstasy at being penetrated. Their bodies were one, so much so that Hareem didn’t even know where he ended and Taryn began.
In that moment, Taryn tilted his head and their connection echoed with a desperate plea. “Hareem…claim me.”
Hareem didn’t hesitate for a single second. With another hard thrust, he buried his fangs in his lover’s throat. As sweet blood flooded Hareem’s mouth, he fell over the edge into a bright, almost suffocating climax. Taryn came at the same time, his orgasm feeding the sexual energy that threatened to drive Hareem into near insanity. The real world dimmed around the edges, melting into a reality where only the two of them existed. The rapture seemed to go on and on, a tidal wave wiping away Hareem’s very sense of identity, cleansing his soul of all doubt. And when it finally began to fade, the high of pleasure left behind pure contentment and bliss.
Hareem slid out of his mate, pressing a kiss to his lover’s nape. Taryn finally released his hold on the pillows and turned in Hareem’s embrace. His green-gold eyes were shining with love, happiness, and lingering sexual satisfaction.
Smiling, Hareem pressed a kiss to his lover’s forehead, then pulled away. Taryn released a low whine of protest, clinging to his hand. He somehow managed to be both adorable and sexy at the same time, and Hareem had the urge to fuck him again.
Instead he pulled away and said, “Be right back.”
As he stepped into the bathroom, Hareem reminded himself he needed to give Taryn some time to recover. He’d been a little rougher than he’d intended, and while as shifters, their libidos demanded a healthy sex life, Hareem had to be careful not to push it.
Hareem washed a little, then grabbed a wet cloth from the bathroom and returned the bed chamber. As he stepped toward the bed, again, he realized his mate was already dozing off. Hareem smiled. It looked like he’d made the right choice.
Hareem carefully passed the cloth over Taryn, making sure he was gentle and wouldn’t wake up the sleeping werewolf. Once he cleaned Taryn, he covered the werewolf with the blanket. Just as he finished, his son stirred in the crib and started to make unhappy noises.
Instantly, Hareem was on his feet. He tripped over his shoes in his zeal to get to his son, but fortunately, he didn’t fall. He managed to get to the wardrobe in record time and pulled on the first pair of pants he could find. Then, he rushed to the crib and carefully lifted Galyn in his arms. It was quite fortunate that he’d had the foresight to clean up a little. Galyn wouldn’t exactly be able to tell Hareem smelled like sex, but that was hardly the point.
Grinning to himself, Hareem held his son close. “Shh,” he whispered to the baby. “We have to let your daddy rest.”
Hareem rocked Galyn, and his son settled down, starting to giggle and reaching for Hareem’s hair with tiny hands. As he looked into Galyn’s mismatched eyes, Hareem suddenly felt at peace. They might have a lot of challenges headed their way, but they’d be able to handle it all, together. Hareem, his consort, and his son.
Epilogue
“Who’s my beautiful boy? Who’s my beautiful boy?”
Hareem blew a raspberry over Galyn’s belly, making the infant chuckle. “Come on. Can you say daddy?”
Taryn rolled his eyes at his mate. “Hareem…he’s only a few weeks old. He won’t be able to speak for a while yet.”
Hareem turned toward Taryn, taking Galyn in his arms as he did so. He shot Taryn an affronted look. “Oh, ye of little faith. You’ve seen how precocious he is. He might not start talking right away, but I’ll expect him to do so soon.”
Taryn shook his head at his mate’s antics, but smiled nevertheless. He loved seeing his mate together with their son. Hareem spoiled Galyn like crazy, and made use of every possible chance to point out how much he loved both of them.
In truth, Taryn had expected their return to Draechenburg to go much worse, but apparently, a lot of the draechen populace had learned of Hareem being injured while fighting a terrible foe. Taryn didn’t know whether the draechen nobles would have been too heartbroken if something had happened to Hareem, but apparently, Hareem was more loved among the regular people than either of them had thought.
In any case, Taryn was glad Hareem didn’t feel nervous about tonight. Taryn tried not to show it, but he himself was a little on the edge. He still couldn’t believe what Hareem had in mind. If someone else had told him about such a wild idea, Taryn would have deemed that person insane. But Hareem had planned everything so carefully. From the moment he’d opened his eyes after his ordeal, he’d started to tell Taryn that he’d no longer stand for hiding their mate bond. Taryn only wished he didn’t feel like he was the huge hole in Hareem’s ploy.
Obviously catching onto the thought, Hareem scowled. “You most definitely are not. Now, get ready. The party is about to get started, and we’re all set for the an
nouncement.”
Taryn just sighed. “Can’t I stay here with Galyn?”
“Well, you’ll still have Galyn with you,” Hareem pointed out. “I don’t want him exposed to the hostility that abounds in Draechenburg any more than you do, but it can’t be helped. We have to face this, Taryn. That was my mistake. Trying to run and hide never works.”
Taryn nodded. “And you know I’m behind you one hundred percent. Just…do you truly think it’s going to work?”
If Hareem had made foolish, far too optimistic promises, Taryn would have actually felt frustrated. Instead, the dragon hummed thoughtfully. “Well, it certainly won’t be easy. If I’d thought differently, I’d have tried it a long time ago. But I do think that we can do it. Karein and Prince Kaelezrin agree with me, as does Rachen.”
Taryn could only be thankful that Hareem had his family’s backing. “I guess we’ll just have to see what happens,” he said. Grinning, he imagined the looks on several of the nobles’ faces when they realized what Hareem was doing. “Can I be completely irresponsible and say I can’t wait?”
Hareem grinned back. “You can be whatever you like, sweeting. After all, you’re the Ornozian Emperor’s consort.”
* * * *
No matter what he had told Taryn, Hareem was well aware that his idea had a huge potential of failure. However, he was also reasonably certain that he’d covered all of his bases and taken all possible precautions to avoid anymore fiascos like the ones with Joyceropt Eretar. Today, he was ready for whatever the draechen nobles wanted to throw at him, and he wouldn’t be alone in this battle.
As he stood on his throne, he watched the faces of the assembled dragons with interest. Taryn’s arrival had, of course, been leaked through various rumors, as had Galyn’s presence. A werewolf with a small baby couldn’t exactly be kept a secret, no matter how hard Hareem had tried before. Distantly, he wondered what they thought was going to happen. Certainly, they had no idea the exact extent of the change they would witness today.
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