Page 21 of Matched By the Dragon

“Story time is almost over, sweetheart.”

“No,” I grumbled and cursed under my breath.

“You can nap more on the way home,” he said and kissed my temple.

“No, I was going to get you off too! I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep! I’m so mad at myself right now!” I sat up.

“Mate,” Durin said, putting a soft hand on my shoulder.

“This wasn’t quid-pro-quo. This was about you. I wanted to make you feel good. You can get me off later if you want. I’m not going to say no, but don’t feel bad.”

“I wanted you to have fun too,” I sighed, pulling my clothes back into place.

“I did. Why would you think sucking your dick wasn’t fun for me?” he asked, helping with my fly.

I could’ve done it myself but didn’t stop him. After all, I had fallen asleep after he sucked my dick dry without doing anything to help him feel good.

“I… You didn’t cum.”

“Cumming isn’t the end all, be all of fun. And like I said, I’ll cum later.”

“You’re too good to me,” I frowned.

“No, I’m not,” he grinned. “Look at me. I had fun. Feel free to drag me off to suck your dick any time you want.”

I blushed again and hid my face in his chest for a second.

“We have to get back to the kids and I need to pee,” I half-laughed against his pecs.

“You go do what you need to, and I’ll be there for the twins in case it ends before you get back,” Durin said and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

I couldn’t believe I came and then slept straight through story time. Sure, it had been a while since I even found ten minutes to jack off, but I’d never been a guy who got off and passed out. Maybe it was because I felt that safe around Durin. Maybe I was just more exhausted than I thought or my therapist was right that I was still processing everything that happened and my primal brain hadn’t caught up with my current circumstances.

“Or he just sucked the last of our brain cells out through our dick as requested,” my bear chimed into my thoughts with a satisfied chuckle.

Maybe he had. I blushed just thinking about his warm mouth sliding up and down my dick. I wanted to crawl inside that bear’s soul and see what made him tick.

After the kids were settled in for the car ride home it was all I could think about. Resin and Oaklan were still in that cozy, hazy full belly post naptime mood. They rested in their car seats and watched their favorite cartoon bear. In the front seat, Durin drove with one hand on my thigh. This was heaven. The cubs were happy and safe. I’d come harder than I had in a while. Maybe harder than I had since the cubs were conceived.

“You’re going to have to give me the claiming vows,” my bear chimed into my thoughts as miles of tree and foliage lined highway passed by.

“Who says it’s going to be for you when I do it?” I asked him, trying not to smirk.

Durin and the bear who lived inside of him couldn’t hear my private conversations with my bear yet. That wouldn’t come until after our claiming vows. That would open whatever magical link the true-mate response morphed into our mating link where we could communicate with each other without ever speaking aloud. Did Durin want to be inside of my head? I opened my mouth to ask him but shut it again. The kids were zoned in on their show in the backseat. This wasn’t the time to have a conversation like that. I’d already asked him if he thought I was too crazy to have kids with. I was going to sound a lot like those people who asked if their mates would love them if they were worms if I didn’t get a grip on myself. Though, if someone asked me that, I’d have way too many questions for their liking. Like are they suddenly a worm shifter? Do they keep their other form? Can they still take a human form? Like how can you just ask a question without having parameters?

When we made it home, the cubs were ready to play again. Durin took them up to play ‘roll down the hill’ while I took a quick shower. Afterwards, I even lingered in the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and lunch. Sure, I could mostly see Durin and the cubs out the back window, but it was in the middle of putting fish sticks into the oven when I realized I trusted him with them. I actually trusted him. I paused there with one hand leaning on the stove and just waited for the panic to come. Several long moments later, I closed the oven door and started in on making a simple potato soup for Durin and me.

“I actually trust him,” I said aloud. “Someone call the papers because a miracle has happened. My brain finally gave me an inch of wiggle room.”

Inside his inner sanctum, my bear was satisfied and content too. He lounged on his sunning rock. I had long ago stopped wondering how he changed things around inside there. Every time I shifted into his form and was inside the inner sanctum I’d find something new. It was almost enough to make me wonder if inner beasts had their home shopping network or something.

The rest of the day passed like a slow, lazy Saturday evening. Well, almost. Between lunch and wrestling with the cubs, I slipped into one of the guestrooms on the opposite side of the house from my bedroom. I checked that everything was clean and ready for use. I even slipped a box of condoms into the nightstand drawer. Sure, we both wanted more kids, but maybe we’d change our minds right before we had sex. Either way, it was good to have options.

Then once I was sure our room was set up, I tested out the baby monitor that I’d gotten at the housewarming party and never set up because I was always with the cubs. It had audio and video monitoring, and it worked! I snuck the other half of it into the guestroom.

Maybe Durin would say no and all my hard work would be for nothing today. He could say no. It was well within his rights, but even if he said no today, eventually we’d use that room. Eventually, we’d go in there and claim each other. Sure, my original plan was to have a babysitter, but I wasn’t sure I could have sex or make love or whatever you wanted to call it under that sort of pressure. Knowing that someone waited on us to finish up would’ve totally fucked with my head.

That night once the twins were asleep Durin headed off to take a shower. I turned on the baby monitor and left a sticky note on the nightstand and on the fridge, unsure where he’d look for me first when I wasn’t waiting for him in bed. They both had a little drawn map of how to get to the guest room. Then in case my intentions weren’t clear I scribbled ‘Claim Me?’ on the bottom of both notes. Sure, he might not want to and maybe I paced in front of the bed in my pajamas for the whole twenty of his shower and then even faster once I heard the water turn off.