“I’m not sure if I believe you.”
“Please…please… I don’t know what else you want me to say, Bryan.” He watched as Bryan stood and then leaned in to start to sniff the nape of his neck. Jeremy turned to the side to allow him access, and then felt the long pointy end of his tongue touching his skin. It was like an electrical charge going through him, and then Jeremy was the one feeling himself being turned and pushed flat against the tree. His legs were spread by the insistence of Bryan’s own feet and then he was gripping his hips and aiming for the target in question.
“I think you want this more than you want my mouth.” He gave one lunge and he separated his cheeks with his cock leading the way. The oily substance that he found inside Jeremy’s ass easily made it a greasy slide all the way down to his balls. It wasn’t as tight as a virgin, but he loved the constricting walls of Jeremy’s ass pressing down on either side of him. “Damn, you are so fucking hot. It feels like I’m sticking my cock into an oven.” He wanted to enjoy this, but it was essentially a means to an end.
There was no denying that Jeremy felt this immense pleasure from being taken, but he had never had that with anybody besides Daniel. It felt different and right at the same time. He held onto the tree for some kind of support. If he didn’t, his legs would’ve buckled and he would’ve fallen and taken away the prize that was now buried so deep inside him that he thought that it was never going to come out.
“Yes, take me, Bryan. Show me what only Daniel has known thus far.” He waited for that bracing impact and it came with a hard thrust that almost took his breath away. “That’s it, show me no mercy and really make it hurt.” He felt the hot breath on his neck and then the feel of his fingers pulling open his cheeks. “You want to see it…you want to see me get fucked.”
Bryan stared at that hole filled with his salami, and it was possibly the best thing that he had ever seen. That little hole was accommodating and Bryan was now reaching around to deal with the presence of Jeremy’s overanxious member. Jeremy’s cock was hot to the touch, and Bryan began to stroke it in earnest, while at the same time plowing the ass in front of him with everything he had.
Jeremy felt like he had found the perfect lover--and then his ass was being slapped, so hard that the echo of those strikes could be heard across the land. “You’ve certainly come into your own… ahhhh…ahhhhh.” He pushed his pelvis back to meet him thrust for thrust, and moved his ass around in a circle to make sure that he was rubbing him everywhere at once. The hand on his cock was very tight and getting tighter by the second. It was hard to concentrate on what he was doing behind him, because Bryan’s hand was so damn demanding that it felt like he was trying to rip it off his body.
“I’m glad that you like it, and I hope you enjoy it.” What he didn’t want to say was that it was gonna be the last thing that he was ever going to enjoy. This was going to be the last time that he was going to fuck Jeremy. He put his hands on the back of the Alpha’s neck and began to press down and around. He was using the distraction of his cock and the way that it was about to unload, as a way to kill the man that had made him what he was.
Jeremy felt his own cock go off “I’m CUMMMMMMING!” He held on to the tree, scratching at it with his bare nails, until he realized that his breath was getting short. He thought it was from the pleasure, but then he knew that Bryan was choking him. He mistakenly thought it was just another form of sex play, but then the reality of the situation began to sink in. He tried to fight back, but with Bryan pressed up against him with his cock deep inside of him, he barely had room to move. He felt his eyes begin to drift, and then his head began to smash against the tree in front of him. It wasn’t long before his thoughts became jumbled, and then he lost consciousness, and went towards the light.
Bryan continued to bash his head into a bloody pulp, before pulling his organ free and letting the body of Jeremy slump down onto the ground. He changed back to the wolf, loving the feel of the pain, and then turning his attention towards the estate. He had one more to deal with. When Daniel was gone, he could take their place on the throne. If anybody were to step up to him, they would find out in a hurry that he didn’t take disobedience well.
Double Dragon Mates
Paranormal Bisexual Romance
Chapter 1
Jetson stared out at the slowing traffic below him. The darkness around him engulfing him on the side of the Hill. He had heard how beautiful night-time in Seattle was, and even ten years of living there had not quelled his desire to watch night fall. The cool night breeze called out to him, stroking the light feathery scales that covered him now. He wanted to take flight, but he wouldn't.
He wasn't going to break midnight ritual that was as old as he was. The one where he would take flight with the love of his life. Faelon wasn't home and so he would resist his own nature and wait.
Picking up the phone he called his lover, his mate and the sole reason he lived. He had loved Faelon from the day they had met, and he would do so until the day they died. Unless the wolves who had been trying to get at them found some way to deliver the death they had been promising.
The thought brought an instant frown to his face as he thought of the fight the wolves had been bringing to their doorsteps for a decade now. When they had moved to Seattle, the supernatural who lived there had brought the city to the brink of collapse. It had been his iron-fist and Faelon's diplomacy that had brought it back, and it was not until then that the wolves had tried to lay claim to it.
Naturally that was not going to happen. His clan of dragons had kept them on their leashes, but he could feel them lurking in the shadows even now, ready to claim what they believe to be theirs.
The shrill ringing of his phone brought him out of his pensive mood and placed a smile on his face.
"Hey you!" He answered the call with the enthusiasm he felt. "I was just thinking about you."
Faelon shouted an order at someone in the background before returning his salutation. "Hey baby, sorry I am going to be a little late. These guys haven't finished setting up for the event tomorrow."
Jetson smiled. He had expected that would be the reason Faelon was late. It was always work or a street brawl. He didn't get upset, though. Someone had to manage and reinvest their billions and he did not have the people skills and diplomacy that Faelon was apparently born with.
“It’s okay. I will come down and meet you at The Palace,” Jetson said referring to the place they had called their second home. It was a fancy hotel that was worth every penny it charged and had the tightest security they knew of. The humans who owned it knew of the existence of the supernatural among them and so their staff and more importantly the security had a mix of both the human and supernatural element.
Jetson had made the reservation from earlier that day, he knew his lover well and some things did not change with time.
Agreeing Jetson hung up and picked up their overnight bags he had packed while he had waited. He walked back to the open French doors intending to close them but as the cool night air called out to him. His eyes changed to slits and blazed a fiery red. He resisted the urge to take flight, to hunt those wolves and instead made his way out the front door to the SUV waiting on him.
A few minutes later he walked through the hotel door, seeing the sexy receptionist whose short fitted dress was just begging to be his evening entertainment, but he simply smiled and allowed her to check him in. It brought one other issue to the forefront of his mind. They had been searching for a mate for some time now and had not yet found a suitable one. It was a bit amazing that in a town full of gorgeous women like the one whose ass he was ogling, he could not find the one woman who could be their mate.
They hadn’t yet given up on that initiative though and as the hunger to feed made itself known again, he shoved it aside and made his way to his favorite club. Tonight he would feed another fancy.
The long line to get into Seattle’s hippest clubs was not a deterrent for him. They owned the plac
e and when the guard saw him approaching space was made to allow him entry. Starry-eyed women stared at him, but he was not a man amused and flattered by people, who his money wowed, and there laid the problem with finding a mate- women were either wowed by his money or too afraid of him to be his mate.
The music engulfed him as he walked in, it was not quite his style. His preference lay with the classics and not the rabid rhythm and lyrical content of the hip hop scene his DJ’s tended to play. He never complained though, it brought the business. He waded through the crowd of drunken and drugged bodies writhing on the dance floor. He could see a vampire snacking on a human while they danced and the blue eyes of a werewolf scout blazed at him from across the way. Jetson ignored them both. Besides despite their defiance, vampires and wolves alike kept themselves in line, because they feared what the dragons who they answered to would do.
And it was no secret that the best place to scout the potentials would be in a club.
Jetson blocked his reality out and as dancers pushed him this way and that, he came to stand behind a woman whose blank eyes told him she had long since floated to another astral plane. He pulled her in against him and thought about the unadulterated things he could do to her, but then again he hated women who were too compliant and this one would have no objection to anything he did.
“Not quite your type,” a voice called above the music behind him and he looked there to see Finlay, his right hand man amused at his choice of a dance partner. He smiled at the man who had been their most trusted ally for the nine decades they had been alive. Immortality brought with it scores of enemies and he had no shortage of these. Finlay had proven to be the one among the lot he could entrust his life to. They had found many other dragons along the way, and their clan had strength in numbers, but the vendetta of the wolves had proven that it was not numbers that count, but the ones you could trust.
He smiled at his old friend and turned the girl over to him. Finlay would probably take her home and do the things he had been thinking of and he would have no remorse about it. When they had met decades ago, Finlay had been unable to control his blood lust that came with the recent activation of his dragon gene. He had left massacres in his wake. It had been Faelon who had found him as a young boy and brought him home so they could train him, now he stayed out of earned loyalty, not one that was bought.
Jetson pulled another woman into him and as his hands roamed her curves he enjoyed the way she rolled her ass back against him. His erection responded an affirmative in a matter of seconds and his hands, with a mind of their own, moved up to cup her ample breast as he nibbled along the sensitive skin f her neck. She stiffened with the pleasure his ministrations brought and her hand reached up over his to squeeze her breast.
He was smitten.
“I had heard that a dragon’s kiss was the most erotic thing to be experienced,” she said and Jetson paused in surprise. He had assumed she had been another drugged out dancer, a mistake on his part. He spun her to face him and she finished her introduction. “Now I know it most certainly is.”
His survival instincts told him to snap her neck and be done with it. He was not a fan of people he had not shared his secret with knowing it. However, his plan to do so was stalled as he looked into the strange green eyes that blazed into the red fiery slits of his. He first though the club light must have been playing tricks on him, but it was not, the green was her natural eye color and he found it entrancing.
While her eyes hypnotized him and her hips never stopped swaying to the beat of the music, it was her hands that convinced him he might have found the mate he and Faelon had been looking for. Her languidly elegant fingers found the soft skin of his face and as she ran her fingers along his steel jawbone her tongue feathered over his lips. He knew she was human, he could all but smell her humanity, but the fearless warmth of her caress made him smile.
“Hi,” she said her lips curving into a smile. If she had been a normal human she would have assumed she needed to speak loudly for him to hear her above the music, but her soft whisper was a sweet caress to his ears that could pick up the individuality of each pair of feet on the dance floor. “I am Zadie,” she finished.
“Did you come alone?” he asked her completely ignoring the fact that maybe he should have given her his name just then. He had a feeling she already knew what it was.
In response to his question, she stepped into him and splayed her fingers across his chest before whispering a kiss against his lips. It was an unspoken answer to the question that would signify the start of their night.
Chapter 2
She turned her back to him and continued the dance as Jetson took his vibrating phone from his pocket.
“Hey,” he said into it without missing a beat.
“I am on my way to you, where are you?” Faelon asked.
Jetson spun Zadie to face him and his eyes blazed red with lust. “In the club and I think I have found her,” he said.
“On my way,” Faelon said and Jetson knew his lover would be there in a jiffy.
Zadie looked at him and asked, “Found her?”
The question was a tentative and hesitant one, but he did not respond to her and she did not bolt for the door. Faelon responded that he was on his way and when he told him where he could find him, Jetson pocketed the phone and place his hand back on her hips and pulled her into him.
“You don’t seem to be afraid,” his observation was more of a question than a statement.
“Should I be quaking in my boots now?” she asked him. He smiled against her neck as she pushed her ass back against the erection fighting to be freed from his pants. He bent his lips to her neck and extended his fangs. The next time she pushed back against him he sank the tips just into her skin and watched the blood memories that played for him. She wouldn’t even feel it. He was not so sure how much she knew, but as alpha dragons, both he and Faelon had an exceptional ability. Words were not necessary when one taste of the blood could lead them to the truth. When he had watched the life she lived, he felt anger at the people who had wronged her and a need to protect her flooded his senses. She turned back to him and slipped her hands beneath the hem of his shirt. When he felt an erection press up against his ass, he knew Faelon had finally arrived.
Jetson closed his eyes and as Faelon kissed him and he shared the blood memories with him. A sigh of approval on his lips was confirmation enough that Faelon too felt drawn to the woman, and he moved to stand behind Zadie who followed his red eyes.
“I am Faelon,” he whispered and Jetson gave them space as Faelon’s lips lowered to her neck for the coveted kiss of a dragon. “Feel like you are up to getting away from here,” Faelon asked a couple minutes later, after much musical bumping and grinding.
Zadie seemed to have been wondering what had taken him so long to make the offer or she was up to the adventure. Whichever it was, she accepted the invitation with a smile and led Faelon by the belt loop out to the exit.
“I really like her,” Faelon threw back at him as they followed her scrumptious ass through the door.
They took the lead as they made their way through the parking lot and slowly towards the hotel, but Jetson smelled what was certain trouble, mere moments before he felt a slam in his chest that sent him flying across the parking lot, landing on a car, smashing its window. He quickly righted himself and took off his shirt preparing for the fight that was certain to come, as he quickly made his way back to the wolf that held Zadie by the neck. He could see the colour draining from her face as his wings extended from his back. She struggled to breathe and he knew that with a single twist of his wrist the wolf could snap her neck.
“Let her go,” Faelon ordered coldly, his eyes blazing and the sharp edge of his wings tearing through his shirt.
The wolf laughed as his fangs extended over his lips and he tossed Zadie, with very little effort, across the parking lot as Jetson rushed to catch her before she fell and broke a limb. He heard the sickening sound of a neck
snapping as Faelon held the wolf in a vice grip and sent him to an early death. Zadie went limp in his hand, but he knew she had not died of a heart attack as he could hear her heart beating strongly in her chest. But a flash of something white to his right made him extend his wings and shoot off into the air as the wolf he had sworn to send to hell years ago, swung a knife at his throat. The power of the down thrust of his wings knocked the wolf off his feet.
“Poison arrows!” Faelon yelled at him as two arrows zinged past him. Jetson flew swiftly to the darkest corner of the parking lot and landed silently in the shadows it provided.
“Jetson and Faelon!” called the wolf. “The boy loving dragons who have been misled to think they own this town.” Gabriel, the wolf, called out. It had been not but three years prior that Jetson had given him the choice to leave his town and never come back or be killed. It was a fitting punishment for the havoc he and his band of murderers had wreaked in Seattle. Faelon had not been in support of that strategy, but had agreed that where they could build the city up without cold-blooded murder that is what they would do. But now it was clear they had both regretted the choice they had made.
“Abducting woman now are you?” Gabriel threw at them. His jab was punctuated by another neck breaking as Faelon took out another one of his wolves. Zadie shifted in his arms as her eyes opened just as another wolf rushed at them in the darkness. Jetson quickly put her on her feet and surged forward to meet the wolf, catching him by the neck and ripping his jaw apart. Two others approached and Jetson decided to put an end to them before they got too far. His face and throat took their dragon form and as a fireball welled up in his throat he opened his mouth and sent a jet of fire towards the oncoming wolf. The horrible howl of pain that turned into screams as the wolves changed back to human form was blood curdling, but he did not care.
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