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So he dove down, stopping short of nipping at the ysidri’s tail. He really didn’t want to have Harden going ass over tea kettle over the ysidri’s head. But man, with eight legs those things could go fast.

Harden threw his arms up with complete abandon, trusting the animal implicitly, almost touching Brayden’s tail.

Suddenly he wanted to grab Harden and fuck him, rut with him, and he swore he could smell his lover.

Go on. He heard that from Sloan. I’ll finish this particular route by myself.

His growled his thanks, and this time when he dipped down, he did touch Harden, pushing the thought at him that it was time to go home.

The ysidri wheeled around under Harden’s hand, galloping toward the house. Brayden followed, flying low, skimming over the ground because he needed to stay close. He needed the scent of Harden in his nose.

Harden’s shirt disappeared as he rode, and Brayden’s entire soul lit up, his dragon roaring without him even thinking about it. Good thing he didn’t flame anything, though, or he would singe that ysidri’s tail.

He laughed for the sheer joy of flying and being with his love and knowing that they were about to go and mate with each other.

When he landed, Harden jumped off the ysidri and left it to graze. There was no bridle or saddle, just a dragon and his horse.

By the time he was, mostly, in human form, Harden was naked, hard and proud, eager for him. You’re beautiful when you fly.

And you’re stunning all the time, but when you ride you’re so free and fierce.

And now he wanted Harden to ride him again.

“I saw you fly, and I needed you. I hope Sloan understands.”

“He does.” He strode over to Harden, grabbing him tightly to kiss him. It burned in the best way. He would never get tired of this, never. Harden felt like he was a fire-dragon now, his skin on fire.

“Now, Brayden. Now.” Harden climbed him, cock dragging over his belly, the scent of need overwhelming.

He carried Harden inside, the thrill of being able to do it hitting him again. They flopped on the bed so hard they bounced, and he could smell Harden. Could feel how wet he was.

His mate didn’t wait. No, Harden grabbed his cock and rubbed it against his wet, slick hole. And he arched up, needing more. Harden’s scent became more intense, surrounding him like incense, and Brayden breathed deeply, feeling as if he was still flying.

Harden moved down, engulfing his cock, filling himself in a rush. Brayden was buried in heaven, and he didn’t hesitate.

No, he just fucked the sweet hole, his hips pumping steadily as heat built between them. His knot swelled, but somehow he knew even once he knotted his mate, he could keep going all day. In fact, it was a biological imperative.

More. More, I burn for you. Harden’s eyes glowed, the hunger a tangible thing.

So he gave more. He slammed into Harden, all of his muscles clenching, pushing, giving them both the friction and sensation they had to have.

Harden was wild beneath him, jerking, the winds buffeting them. Sparks flew too, but they snuffed them out, his awareness feeling huge. Every rub of their skin, every rattle of scales, every change in Harden’s scent… He knew exactly when it happened.

He ground Harden down on him, his knot swelling, the sensation intense. He’d never felt so big or so hard.

Harden was inside his skin, inside his soul, driving onto his cock like a wild man. Like a dragon who needed to mate.

And he was just as frantic. So he took and gave, panting for air as Harden bent to kiss him with a feral intensity.

He’d never felt so craved, so desired and needed.

They moved even faster, and soon he was going to implode, sending flames everywhere. But he would never harm his mate. Not for anything. So he bared his teeth, holding it in as his knot engaged faster than it ever had.

Harden shouted, his body bucking, and he grabbed his bobbing cock, stroking it. He clamped down on Brayden as soon as he started, and that made him grunt, his eyes flying wide open.

“Harden!” His roar seemed to shake the valley, and the birds all fluttered up from the trees.

Harden shouted as well, the wind whipping his hair up, cooling them off just a bit but not enough. The shout turned into a strangled groan as Harden came for him, spilling seed across his stomach and chest.