by Olivia Myers
Neither one of the men moved and remained frozen for so long that Isaac was convinced he had gone crazy. His shaky hands reached up to cup Drake’s chiseled jaw. He wasn’t exactly sure why he did it, but the only thing he knew is that there was no going back now.
The sexual tension was palpable between the two. Drake may have been on top of Isaac, but he was waiting for something. Isaac placing his hands on Drake’s cheeks seemed to meet whatever criteria that Drake had.
Their lips met for the second time. It was different from the first. This kiss had a harder edge to it than the one before. It was more frantic and it was leading to something. Isaac’s lips worked in a frenzy, trying to keep up with Drake’s frantic kisses. Drake nipped at Isaac’s bottom lip and growled when Isaac sighed into his mouth. The man’s hands grasped at Isaac’s sides, squeezing almost painfully. Isaac could feel Drake’s hardness as their hips ground together. He was sure that Drake could feel his excitement as well.
Drake’s lips were gone from Isaac’s but they didn’t stop. They traveled to his neck and Drake was placing wet, opened mouthed kisses over the sensitive skin. Isaac’s breathing became faster and more labored. He inhaled sharply when Drake took the sensitive skin deeper in his mouth. Drake bit down sharply before his tongue lapped over the hurt, trying to soothe the skin. Isaac’s hands clawed desperately at the naked skin of Drake’s back. Drake hissed against Isaac’s neck.
Drake had barely touched Isaac, yet he made him feel more than anyone else ever had. And for once in his life, Isaac simply wanted to feel, not think. He reveled in the magic that Drake’s lips were performing.
Drake’s lips were gone from his skin all too soon. Instead, he started tugging at the bottom of Isaac’s shirt, pulling it up. Drake’s fingers plucked at Isaac’s nipples that were hard from the cool air. A moan filled the air and it took Isaac a moment to realize that it had come from him. Drake’s lips were placed where Isaac wanted them the most once more. He kissed around Isaac’s exposed chest, stopping occasionally to nip at the skin.
By the time that Drake had made his way to Isaac’s pants, Isaac was painfully hard. He was already dying for a release. Isaac watched as the man hooked his fingers into the waistband of the sweats and slowly dragged them down Isaac’s legs. Then he tossed them onto the floor.
Isaac was also wearing a pair of boxer briefs that Rivers had given to him, after assuring Isaac that he had never worn them. It wasn’t hard to see Isaac’s straining erection through the thin material. Drake smirked up at him.
“You can’t hide your excitement from me,” Drake murmured.
Isaac could feel his face flush red as the man started to trail fingers over his member. Isaac could barely admit it to himself, but he wanted nothing more than for Drake to reveal his erection and continue to make him feel sinful.
Luckily, Drake did just as Isaac had hoped. His underwear was soon gone, leaving his body completely bare to Drake’s eyes for the first time. Isaac was initially nervous, but the feeling disappeared as soon as he saw Drake’s reaction. The man looked positively hungry as his gaze moved over Isaac’s body. He looked at Isaac as if Isaac was the only man Drake could ever want.
Drake lowered his lips until they were touching the tip of Isaac’s erection. Isaac’s breath lodged into his throat at the shock. Isaac had only ever received two blow jobs in his life and they were both terrible, but something told him that Drake would be different.
Drake opened his mouth and lowered it fully onto Isaac. Isaac’s hands flew to tangle themselves in Drake’s thick raven locks. He pulled at the silky hair as Drake’s head started bobbing up and down.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Isaac could feel Drake’s tongue swirl around his head and bring him closer to orgasm. He didn’t want to finish yet, he wanted to feel more of the pleasure that Drake was giving him. After a few more minutes of Drake’s mouth, Isaac knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m going to come,” Isaac groaned.
In response to Isaac’s words, Drake’s mouth worked faster and harder, trying to bring Isaac to his orgasm.
Isaac came into Drake’s mouth with a moan.
Isaac closed his eyes and melted into the soft bed post-orgasm. He could feel Drake shift the bed to come closer to him. Isaac’s eyes shot open in surprise when Drake’s lips were on his one more. He forcibly relaxed back into this kiss and wound his arms around Drake’s neck.
“Turn around and get on your hand and knees,” Drake commanded.
Isaac gulped but did as Drake told him. It was not natural to Isaac, and he felt even more exposed than he had earlier.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Isaac. Is that okay with you?”
Was it okay with Isaac? Before he could think about his decision, his head was nodding to Drake’s question. “Yes,” he said.
Isaac felt Drake move as he shifted to open a drawer and pull something out. There was a cool sensation on Isaac’s backside as Drake’s hand rubbed something slippery over his entrance. As soon as Drake’s hands were gone, there was something else replacing them. There was a pressure to his entrance before he felt something pushing into him.
Drake was being slow, because it was obvious that Isaac had never done this before and he was completely nervous. The more Drake pushed himself into Isaac, the more it started hurting. Isaac grit his teeth trying to fight the feeling.
Hands were rubbing up and down his back and Drake cooed, “Relax into it, baby. It’s going to hurt if you’re tense.”
Isaac slowed his breathing down and pushed it deeper. He did his best to relax his muscles as Drake started working himself inside of him.
It hurt for a moment, but Isaac had been convinced it was going to hurt the whole time. Surprisingly, after a few moments, it started to feel enjoyable. Isaac let out a moan at the new sensation of fullness in his body.
Drake took the noise as a signal to pick up his pace slightly. His hips started to thrust into Isaac’s backside, pushing him forward. It was a strange sensation that Isaac hadn’t expected. He felt full and content with waves of pleasure washing over him.
“That feels so good,” he moaned.
His words seemed to light a fire in Drake as the man began pounding harder into Isaac. Drake rested his body on Isaac’s back without stopping his thrusts. He wrapped an arm under Isaac’s throat and pulled his body closer.
“Tell me how good I make you feel,” Drake groaned.
Isaac cried, “Fuck, you make me feel so good!”
Drake hummed in affirmation, “Yes, I do. I make you feel better than anyone else, don’t I?”
Isaac nodded, but it didn’t seem like that was enough for Drake. Isaac received a hard smack to the ass paired with a growl from Drake.
“Say it out loud,” he demanded.
“You make me feel better than anyone ever has,” Isaac gasped.
Drake’s thrusts continued to get more intense and picked up in speed until Isaac felt as if he couldn’t even comprehend what was happening anymore.
After a few minutes, Drake gave a few more pumps until he was mostly collapsed on Isaac and panting. He stayed like that for a moment, as if he no longer had the energy to even move off of him. Isaac didn’t say anything. He was mostly stunned and satisfied with no interest in changing his position.
It was almost as if something was missing when Drake removed his body from on top of Isaac’s. There was an immediate void that only Drake could fill. Drake laid his naked and spent body back next to Isaac’s.
The room was silent. Neither one of the men said anything to each other. Their minds were too busy.
Isaac couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. He had just had sex with a man. Not just any man, but a man he had only met hours prior. A man he had seen change into a dragon in front of his own eyes. A man who was obviously dangerous and being chased by dangerous men.
The worst part?
Isaac had loved it and wanted it to happen again too many times t
o count.
What had he gotten himself into?
***
Isaac woke up the next morning, not recognizing his life in the slightest. He was in a bed, naked, next to another man who was naked and as gorgeous as sin. He was in a bed that was covered with their combined juices from the night before. Isaac had only met this man the day before—what was he doing?
He looked over at Drake, who was still sleeping. The man normally had a scowl on his face when he was awake. But now that he was asleep, his face was completely relaxed and peaceful. Isaac had the strangest urge to reach out and stroke the strong jaw. Last night had been amazing even if he was completely confused as to why it had happened. There was no part of him that wanted to lie in bed when Drake did wake up, because he wasn’t sure how to talk about last night.
Isaac slipped out of the bed and quietly as he could and made his way to the bathroom.
Chapter Seven
When Drake woke up the next morning, the first thing that he realized was that Isaac wasn’t in the bed any longer. Never had Drake shared a bed with anyone before, but after one night of sleeping in bed next to his mate, it didn’t feel right when Isaac wasn’t there.
There was a slight moment of panic when he saw his mate wasn’t safely next to him. The sound of running water coming from the bathroom confirmed that Isaac was still in the vicinity. Drake could relax a little, but he still was on edge. Drake hadn’t planned on having sex with Isaac until they had discussed the bond.
All dragon shifters had a mate wandering around the world somewhere. Normally, they were other dragon shifters. But with the shifter population on the decline, it was becoming more common for a shifter to be mates with a human. This led to an increase in rejected mates. There were some shifters who saw humans as completely inferior. There were those who could never accept having a human as a mate and rejected them. There were also the cases with humans not being able to accept the new world that they had been thrust into and rejected their mate out of fear.
Drake wasn’t one to reject Isaac because he was human. There was a part of him that felt like Isaac was going to reject him because he couldn’t accept Drake’s world. The only problem was that Isaac didn’t have the option to reject Drake anymore. Once mates consummated their bond, they were bonded for life. There was no way to reverse it or run away from it.
This only further complicated their situation that was complicated enough to begin with. Drake couldn’t predict how Isaac was going to react after the truth came out. Now Isaac didn’t even have the option to decide that he didn’t want to be with Drake. There was no doubt in Drake's mind that Isaac wouldn’t take everything well.
He could hear the shower turn off from inside the bathroom and he jumped out of bed. Drake’s guilt was consuming him and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to face Isaac at the moment. There was simply too much on his mind.
Drake quickly slipped out of the room before Isaac emerged from the bathroom. Part of him felt worse that he was leaving the morning after. Isaac probably wasn’t going to take it well, but Drake felt as if he couldn’t win no matter what he did.
His study was located on the bottom floor of the compound, and it was a room that Isaac hadn’t been shown yet. When his door was shut, they triplets knew that they better not come in. Drake would be safe in here...until dinner at least.
The day passed by too quickly. Most of it had been spent with Drake pacing around his study, not getting any work done. Constant guilt and worrying about his mate had filled his mind.
What had Isaac thought when he came out of the bathroom and Drake wasn’t there? What had he thought when Drake didn’t show his face for the whole day?
There was no more avoiding it. There was no way Drake could show up to dinner without Isaac. Plus, he needed to shower. He smelled like sex and fear, not the greatest combination for family dinner. He walked as slowly as possible until he reached the door to his bedroom.
Drake paused and put his ear to the door. It felt slightly weird listening into his own bedroom, but he wanted to know whether or not Isaac was still in the room. The sound of soft breathing reached Drake’s ear through the door and his suspicions were confirmed. It was possible that Isaac hadn’t left the room the whole day. Drake had asked for meals to be delivered up there just in case.
With a deep breath, Drake pushed open the door and walked inside. Isaac was sitting on the couch with a book in his lap. He looked up when Drake came into the room. He didn’t say anything and Drake didn’t give him the chance. Drake headed straight to the bathroom so he could take a shower.
Alone under the hot water, it was difficult for Drake to not start thinking about what had happened the night before. Isaac had felt amazing. Drake would’ve given anything for the chance to stay in the room all day, fucking Isaac senseless. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t forgive himself for touching the man before he’d explained everything to him.
Drake’s shower was more hurried than was normal for him, and he just wanted this evening to be over. Except now that he thought about it, he actually didn’t. The day being over meant Isaac and Drake would find themselves together in bed once again. Drake didn’t know if he was ready for that. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any way to stop time and it was going to happen no matter how he felt about it.
He walked to his closet without sparing Isaac another glance, no matter how bad his eyes were dying to stray toward the man. He had to stay strong. Drake had never been in a situation like this. He’d thought that keeping his distance would help. As time went on, he wasn’t so sure.
It seemed as if Isaac had been expecting to go to dinner again even though he hadn’t spoken to or seen Drake the whole day. He was dressed in a black dress shirt and khakis that Rivers had given to him the night before.
Now that the two were officially mated, Drake’s reactions were becoming strong in regards to Isaac. Seeing him in another man’s clothes made him positively murderous. He marched over to the table by the door where he kept his phone for when he needed it. Drake started typing the black rectangle so hard he was slightly nervous that it was going to break.
“Uh, Drake?”
Isaac’s voice broke Drake out of the haze he had been in. His head snapped up to look at his mate that he had been so desperately avoiding. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t trust that he could say anything. He simply lifted an eyebrow to prompt Isaac to continue.
“Your towel dropped,” he explained.
Drake looked down to see that the man was correct, his towel was lying on the ground across the room. He still didn’t say anything to Isaac, he simply marched to the closet and slammed the door shut.
He felt as if he was going crazy and it was his own fault.
When Drake emerged from the closet, he was slightly calmer. He finished rolling up his sleeves as he walked to the door to his bedroom. He didn’t look behind him to make sure that Isaac was following him. There wasn’t a doubt that he was.
Without turning around Drake said, “I sent someone to get you some clothes.”
The second dinner was as awkward as the first. No one said much. Drake was simply angry. Not at anyone at the table, but at himself. It was obvious that they weren’t privy to that fact. Every single man sitting at the table looked like a scared bunny trembling in front of Drake, which only put him into a worse mood.
After dinner, Drake had mixed feelings. On one hand, he was thankful the train wreck was over and he wasn’t going to be forced to be a part of it. Dinner being over also meant it was getting closer to having to sleep with Isaac in the same bed. Which he was in no way ready for.
The men didn’t say anything to each other as they walked back up the stairs. Drake could tell that Isaac was getting annoyed and practically bursting with a million questions. Drake was surprised that Isaac wasn’t asking questions. It was possible Drake’s face portrayed his desire not to be spoken to at all.
When the pair reached the bedroom, they both stood just insi
de the door awkwardly, waiting for one another to say something.
Drake finally broke the silence. “I have more work to do, so I’m going to be in my study.”
Isaac looked positively furious, but he didn’t say a word as Drake walked out of the room.
Admittedly, Drake didn’t get a lot of work done that night, either. He was tortured by his own thoughts regarding his mate. He stayed in his study until he couldn’t keep his eyelids open any longer. By the time he made it back into his room, Isaac was already fast asleep in the bed.
Drake slept on the couch that night.
The next two days went exactly the same. Drake avoided Isaac for the whole day until they were all forced to sit down for dinner. He then proceeded to make another excuse for the rest of the night. He made sure not to return to the bedroom until he was sure that Isaac was asleep. Both nights he slept on the couch. He couldn’t be that close to Isaac and control himself, he just couldn’t.
Those two days, Drake spent almost every second debating how to tell Isaac the truth. It was obvious that the man was getting increasingly agitated. Isaac was getting tired of not having answers and it was getting to his breaking point. Drake couldn’t blame him; in fact, he couldn’t believe that the man had kept his cool for this long.
It still didn’t change the fact that Drake didn’t exactly have the answers yet.
That night after dinner, the two men arrived in the room as they had the past three nights and Drake didn’t excuse himself quick enough before Isaac rounded on him.
“I’m going home,” Isaac said.
Drake glared down at the man and brushed past him as he growled, “You’re not going anywhere.”
“You can’t stop me.”
Drake spun back around and approached Isaac, who quickly backed away until his shoulders hit the wall. Drake didn’t stop his approach and got close enough where he could practically feel Isaac’s body against his own.
“You are not going anywhere,” Drake repeated.
