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Milo wasn’t a human.

He was a dragon.

And he had a mate.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew there was so much he didn’t understand about that, so much he still had to learn. But it didn’t matter. Not really. Not when his mate was holding him high above the ground where nobody could ever touch him again.

A mate who looked like a whole feast just for him, and airborne or not, Milo was going to take full advantage of it. He had a great idea. All of his ideas were great ideas, he felt.

He started shimmying around, making Rowan growl.

“Settle!” Rowan told him through long, sharp teeth, his elongated dragon snout puffing out little clouds of smoke and fire. There was no trace of human Rowan in there. He was fully a beast now. The few scraps of clothing that had survived the shift were billowing in the air around them as Milo drank in the sight of his mate. Long, ridged nose, all trace of his gorgeous hair completely gone, leaving only tiny, blood red horns lining the top of his head in two neat rows.

Those two bright red eyes were the only things Milo felt he knew. But he was safe. He felt safe no matter how feral Rowan looked.

And holy fuck did Milo want ALL of that. He wiggled and kicked and shuffled until he got his arms free and out of the suit jacket he was wearing. It fluttered off to god knows where behind them, swept up by the backdraft of Rowan’s massive wings.

“What are you doing?” Rowan asked, claws digging into Milo’s hips, thighs, and back as he struggled to hold on to him through his movement.

“Just gotta… Wanna…” Milo tried to explain but there was zero time. He couldn’t. Not when there were more pressing matters.

He hooked his legs around Rowan as best as he could. They both had wings. If he plummeted to his death, those would come in handy, probably. Not his, since he had no fucking idea how to use them, but Rowan did.

Rowan knew all the things.

He knew how to fly, and how to be a dragon, and how to kiss and suck and fuck Milo to the brink of insanity, and he needed that right away or he’d die. Probably. He wasn’t willing to test it.

He ripped at the tattered shreds of clothes clinging to his half-shifted body, tugged and tore and pulled until he was dropping items from the sky down onto the street. He’d pick those up later. Whatever.

“Milo!” Rowan growled when Milo’s naked skin pressed against his hot, dragon body. Rough scales brushed against every inch of him, his cock tickled by their tips, warmed by the heat radiating from Rowan.

It was maddening.

The chill air cut across his back even as sweat broke out under Rowan’s touch.

“Milo,” Rowan panted, one clawed finger dipping into the crack of his ass and teasing at his entrance. “Don’t want to hurt you. Not human.”

“Me neither,” Milo said, pushing his ass onto that finger, making the sharp tip dip inside his hole. He hissed at the burning sensation but wanted more of it. So much more. He wanted everything.

“Milo…” Rowan warned, but Milo shook his head.

“Need you,” he whined, undulating against him. “Need you so bad. You were gone for so long. You left. You left me here.”

“I didn’t want to leave you. Never leave you again. Just be good.”

“I am good.” Milo felt his own scales prickle in response to his dragon peeking its head out. Demanding. Wanting out. “Hot. It’s hot. You make it better. Just please, make it better.”

“We’re almost there,” Rowan said. “Just a little longer…”

“NO! No waiting! I’m done waiting.”

He went limp, flopping over Rowan’s arm to check how far he had to drop to get that glorious, gigantic dragon cock inside his hole. He had no idea what he’d been expecting, but the ridged, pointy-tipped, bulbous thing was not it.

It made his mouth water.

It was red just like the rest of Rowan, but where everything else about Rowan seemed soft and comforting, even in dragon form, his cock looked like a weapon. The head was shaped like a heart with the tip pointed outward, aiming at Milo.

Underneath it, the shaft was long and ridged, forming dips and valleys that got larger and wider the farther toward the base of it they went. They ended in a rounded, soft-looking ball with tiny little spikes around it. Milo shivered at the sight of it.