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He did.
When Sorin let go, Bertram kissed him hard, then pinned his lip between his jagged teeth. When he was done, he nipped Sorin’s jawline, his cheek, and his neck, letting Sorin feel the power in his jaw without using it. Never hurting him, never breaking skin. Even at the height of passion, that didn’t change. Sorin wasn’t being gentle—his grip on Bertram’s hair verged on painful when they were at their wildest—but Bertram didn’t take it out on him. He planted his jaw over Sorin’s shoulder and bit harmlessly, threatening with his teeth without punching through Sorin’s skin.
It was perfect.
He was perfect.
And then, quite suddenly, it was too much.
A pulsing heat exploded inside of Sorin, and with a ragged, shameless yelp, he came untouched. Cum shot over his stomach and striped his chest, but he barely noticed it, because in that same second, something was thickening inside him.
Growing. Pushing. Stretching.
It was Bertram’s knot.
It swelled at a rapid pace, locking them together, and the larger it got, the more pleasure it gave him, until Sorin was a crying, twitching mess, coming uncontrollably from the pressure on his prostate. At the same time, Bertram’s cock was throbbing, filling him with too-hot cum that only made Sorin want to come more.
He twitched and tightened around it, unable to move, unable to speak, too busy coming on the only cock he had ever wanted to breed him.
Coming because one day soon, he knew it would.
Sorin’s jaw went slack, and his mind turned into syrup, all sense of propriety gone. He clung to Bertram desperately, arms bolted around his neck, and rode on Bertram’s knot until he couldn’t anymore—until his thighs were shaking, and the bones in his arms felt like they’d turned into spaghetti.
Around that same time, Bertram seemed to lose steam, too, and mindfully unfolded Sorin before lying on top of him. His wings fanned out, releasing them from their private cocoon, and returned to a resting position before Bertram put them away.
Sorin was sad to see them go, but he was too exhausted to stay upset for long, especially when Bertram gathered him in his arms and rolled them over so Sorin was lying on his chest. It was equal parts protective and possessive, as though the dragon inside of him had decided Sorin was a treasure and needed to be guarded at all costs.
“Bertram?” Sorin asked cautiously.
After the sex they’d just had, he wasn’t sure how much of Bertram’s human mind was still in control.
Bertram replied with a rumbling sound that was almost like a purr, and Sorin, endeared by it, laid his head over Bertram’s heart to feel it rumble. It had been a long, long time since he’d seen Bertram come undone like this, and he intended to enjoy it for as long as he was able.
Eventually, as Bertram’s knot began to shrink and their heart rates slowed to normal, the purring stopped, and Bertram took a deep and very human-sounding breath. “Did I hurt you?” he asked guiltily. “I didn’t mean to let myself go like that, or treat you in the way I did. If I did hurt you—”
“You didn’t,” said Sorin, cutting him off. He traced a finger down Bertram’s chest to circle his pebbled nipple. Inside of him, Bertram’s cock pulsed. “You were perfect. I can’t wait until we’re settled and get to try for a clutch for real. How long do you think it will be before we have somewhere to go?”
“Not long.” Bertram took Sorin by the hips and rolled them back over, so he was on top and Sorin was beneath him once more. As Sorin cooed with delight, he began lazily thrusting again, sending pleasure in a rush up Sorin’s spine. “Within the next month, if I had to guess. I plan to liquidate my assets at a modest loss with the intention of moving them quickly, and I already have a destination in mind, so that’s most of the work done right there.”
“You know where we’ll be going?” Sorin asked.
“Aye. I believe I do.”
“Where?”
Bertram flexed his hips in a way that left Sorin momentarily breathless and seeing stars, and by the time he came back to his senses, the answer to his question didn’t matter anymore. The truth was, he’d follow Bertram anywhere.
Frisia.
Persia.
Spain.
Prague.
Paris.
And now here, in Aurora.
