Viraj gave a grudging nod, swallowing hard behind swollen lips and shaking breath.
Gatlin drew his lips along Viraj’s cheek and leaned in to whisper over his ear, fingers tracing his back and dipping suggestively low, toying with his waistband. “Are you wet for me?”
A single, shaking nod.
“So wet I could pin you to this floor and have my way with you and let Teige have you next?” Gatlin nipped Viraj’s earlobe, earning a soft cry of submissive pleasure.
“Alright. Now, be a good boy and listen while I have your attention.” Gatlin ran his nose over the gold adorning their mate’s ear before swallowing down his nerves, tamping down his reticence to tell Viraj the truth. “Youareour Dette.”
Viraj closed his eyes tightly, swallowing hard. The feral scent of his rising lust had Gatlin on a razor’s edge of going through with the threat to take him right there on the dusty floor.
“I wish that were true.” The tiniest voice Gatlin had ever heard tumbled from Viraj’s lips, a quiver hidden in his very soul at the admission.
“It is. Truly. Gaspard’s examination said you were Hijada only by way of your blood not containing enough of one thing or another. Loaded down with enough nestblossom… things might be different.” Gatlin licked the rim of Viraj’s ear as a broken sob parted his lips.
“But my dragon has spines and—”
“I’ve seen hens crow before.” Gatlin’s dragon snarled in his head, demanding he rut his mate into any state other than the misery before him. “Stranger things have happened. Only Dettes get slick.”
Viraj opened his mouth to argue and froze when Gatlin slid his hand down the back of his pants and curled searching fingers until they met their goal, grazing a pool of slick and pliant flesh. “But I’m Hijada!”
The wail of Viraj’s helpless voice didn’t hold the horror Gatlin thought.
“A little of one chemical too much, another too little. Enough nestblossom can work miracles, I’m told.” Gatlin rucked Viraj’s pants down, pressing him down against the mostly swept floor. Viraj’s back bowed, and a startled cry and shudder made Gatlin pause.
“Cold!” Viraj twisted and Gatlin took advantage of the shift of his hips to press two curling fingers against his slickened hole.The cry of shock turned into a grunt of need in an instant. “Don’t tease. Please.”
“Never.” Gatlin’s voice cracked as he plunged his fingers in and curled them, inching his digits back and forth with practiced ease that made Viraj croon. “I will fuck you. Teige will fuck you. And, youareour Dette.”
Viraj winced at the statement and flinched, breath heavy. “Hijada.”
“You’re laying here, slick as anything, begging for a cock, even after a doctor has given his final say, you want to argue?” Gatlin plunged a third finger in as he loosened, circling them with fervor. He’d need a fourth to take Gatlin, but he’d be miserably slick and dripping by the time Teige was ready. So, when Gatlin glanced up and leveled his gaze at Teige’s groin, there was no disappointment. He was ready.
“Why—how?” Viraj’s chest heaved as his body squirmed, his thrashing thrilling for Gatlin—a struggle against his own desires. So, with little hesitation, Gatlin gave him that fourth finger and rubbed his hips against Viraj’s lifted thigh. When the rigid length of Gatlin’s cock throbbed, he twisted his fingers and relished the squelch of ample slick.
“We thought—Hijada.” Teige cleared his throat, clear shame written across his face.
“Neither of us have ever spent much time around a Dette, nor have we ever been with one. You’re the only Dette that ever will hold that honor, whether we knew it or not.” Gatlin curled his fingers and earned a rough sigh of pleasure. Still, amid the pleasure of his features mired the obvious doubt.
Viraj closed his eyes and angled himself to be receptive, slick hole ready for Gatlin’s cock as it always was.
With a strike of zipper and a flustered gesture, Gatlin moved to mount Viraj’s prone and curled form, tangled in his clothing enough to be restrained. Even if he was slick, Gatlin soughtconsent, despite Viraj playing a reluctant partner at times. “Yes?”
Viraj nodded once, cutting off a strangled cry as Gatlin slid his fingers free. As a caring partner, Gatlin didn’t leave him empty and wanting for long. With a few strokes of his cock, he leaned in and guided his girth home, sheathing himself within Viraj’s tight depths.Bless dragon healing.After a few days, he always whimpered and clenched like his first time.
Strangling heat sucked Gatlin in, and he rocked his hips, filling Viraj deeper than any male ever had, and ever would. “I love you.”
Viraj arched his back and pressed his cheeks flush to Gatlin’s lap, begging for a knot.
Between the days it’d been since they’d last fucked, the nestblossom coursing through Viraj’s blood, permeating every fluid of his body, and the newfound knowledge that Viraj was their little misplaced Dette, something had Gatlin wielding little control over his dragon. It writhed in his mind, tapping into his very thought and biology.
“Oh boy,” Teige snorted. “He’s on one, Vivi. Want me to smack him off you?”
“If you even try, I swear to the goddess I will—” Viraj choked as Gatlin slammed home and snarled possessively.
Blood flooded Gatlin’s cock, plumping it, growing to stretch Viraj to his limit, each groaning thrust he made becoming more lewd, wet and sordid than the last. A growl curled in Gatlin’s throat. “I will breed you, omega.”
Gatlin was no expert at dirty talk, nor was he a particularly rough lover, but his dragon was. And it could be said their relationship was a throuple, a triad, any number of things, but Gatlin’s dragon made a fourth rare partner to their lust.
