Page 63 of The Platinum Dragon's Courageous Mate

“Well, then who are we to argue?” Lachlan got up to put any remaining dishes away. He’d put most of them in, all but the sweet roll ones. “Thank you for cleaning up, love.”

“Of course. You cooked, and you made exactly what I needed.” He went to kiss Lachlan, thank him.

“I love making you feel good…” Lachlan beamed. “Now, what else can we do to make that happen?”

“Take me to bed and prove that you want to make me feel beautiful.”

Lachlan came to him in a rush, sweeping him up in those strong arms to head for the stairs. “With great pleasure.”

Kieran beamed at him, holding on. He was full and happy, and now his body was pleased to remind his mate how much he needed to be loved and desired.

They made it to the bedroom without running into Alban or hearing Micah, and Lachlan laid him out on the bed, staring at him in a way that made him feel both of those things he’d mentioned. Loved. Wanted.

He opened his robe and wiggled out of his sweats, then he spread his legs, hopefully making a clear offer.

Lachlan rumbled, the sound so perfectly guardian dragon. Then he tossed off his sleep pants and T-shirt and joined Kieran on the bed.

“Mate.” He reached up, hands molding around the warm, nascent wings.

“Mmmm. I love how you act like they’re normal.” Lachlan didn’t sound upset, not at all, but Kieran frowned at him putting himself down.

“They’re perfect. They hold us close, they make me feel safe, and they are sexy as hell. I don’t need normal. I need you.”

“I need you too.” Lachlan wrapped those wings down around him, the scent of his mate surrounding him.

He moaned — so excited that his toes curled. He reached up, stroking the warm scales almost lazily, and they made a tinkling sound that surrounded him.

“So good.” Lachlan bent to kiss him, lips hot on his, tongue pushing in.

He arched up, meeting Lachlan’s need with his own. Light began to build inside him, bubbling and eager for his mate’s attention. He felt like his skin was too tight, his cock rising hard and aching.

Lachlan nibbled his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him shudder. He gasped, one of his legs wrapping around Lachlan’s hip.

“That’s it, love. Show me how good you feel.”

“I need you so much.” His cock was hard as a rock, and his hole was wet, aching.

“I need you too, baby.” Lachlan rubbed against him, his cock huge and hard and hot like a brand against Kieran’s own.

He didn’t doubt it in the least, but he wanted to make Lachlan prove it. So he grabbed Lachlan right behind his wing joints. “Knot me.”

“You don’t want a little foreplay?” Lachlan reached down, tapping and slipping one finger after another into his body, teasing the hell out of him.

“You know I love a little foreplay, but I’m ready for you. Can you not feel how wet I am? These hormones, they’re driving me crazy, mate.”

“I like a little crazy, love.” Lachlan winked at him. “I think we both deserve that.”

“We do.” He clung to Lachlan, wanting to be so close that no air slipped between them.

Lachlan fingered him, and his energy bubbled and grew inside him, the light of his passion beginning to grow. He felt it filling the room, too, the joy impossible to deny.

Lachlan groaned, and then suddenly, Kieran found himself filled with that massive, amazing prick.

He grunted, his body accepting the invasion, then clamping down around it.

“Fuck!” The curse word tore out of Lachlan. “Perfect. You’re perfect, mate.”

“Please. More. I want your knot!” He wrapped himself around Lachlan, begging with everything in him.