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Sorin opened his mouth in a silent moan, toes curling as Bertram worked his tip in and out. He never pushed far—maybe an inch at most—but the way he made Sorin stretch around him made Sorin feel like his mind was melting. It was already so much, but soon there would be so much more.
“Deeper,” he pleaded brokenly, voice paper-thin from pleasure. In this position, Bertram had complete control over his lower body, so he did the only thing he could do to spur his dragon onward and wrapped his legs tightly around him, digging his heels into Bertram’s lower back in an attempt to pull him forward. “Deeper, Bertram. Please.”
Bertram’s eyes glazed over, and while his grip on Sorin remained steadfast, his hips went loose—loose enough that when Sorin pushed with his heels, they moved.
Bertram’s cock sank into him.
Then bottomed out inside.
Panting, Sorin stared up at him. They had done this hundreds—if not thousands—of times, yet the depth of penetration still startled him. He was so small in comparison, and it didn’t feel like it should fit.
Yet there it was.
Filling him deep, and going even deeper yet as Bertram gave a final thrust that brought their bodies flush, his balls bumping up against Sorin’s ass.
Sorin’s mouth fell open. His thighs twitched. His heat was starting to stifle him, but he fought through it, clinging desperately to consciousness. He wanted to be in his right mind when Bertram finally knotted his ass and flooded him with the cum that could very well make him conceive.
Bertram remained sunken in him, grinding slowly, until Sorin removed his heels from Bertram’s lower back. No longer restrained, Bertram followed Sorin’s heels as he pulled out, matching the pace with which Sorin moved, and when Sorin found himself too empty and put the pressure back on, Bertram sank back into him, letting Sorin use his body at his own pace for his own pleasure.
And it was good.
So fucking good.
What started off slow became faster, greedier. Sorin indulged himself, fanning the fires of his heat by listening to his body and giving it everything it needed, grabbing Bertram by the shirt once more and this time tugging him forward to capture his mouth in a kiss that brought their tongues together. Bertram’s breath hitched in surprise, and he growled into Sorin’s mouth, thrusting into him hard a few quick times.
“Come,” Sorin panted when their lips next parted. He was halfway to delirious, burning up from the inside, and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. “Come in me. Knot me. I need you.”
Bertram’s eyes flashed, and suddenly his teeth were on Sorin’s shoulder, pressing down without drawing blood as he nosed into the crook of Sorin’s neck where the scent of his heat was the strongest. There was no pain—only pressure—but the shock of it shot through Sorin and did something to his body that made every one of his muscles tighten and amplified the pleasure inside of him until it felt like he would explode. Gasping, he dug his heels into Bertram frantically, but Bertram didn’t need to be told what to do—he fucked into Sorin hard and fast, sinking to the hilt and hitting that spot inside of him until Sorin couldn’t hold back any longer. He cried out and clamped down on Bertram’s cock, coming uncontrollably.
And just when he thought he was done, Bertram adjusted his jaw and bit down again.
Cock throbbing, knot swelling, Bertram came.
Even with Sorin’s heat burning through him, he felt it. Felt as it made him wetter and slipped deeper inside.
It’s going to get me pregnant, he thought as he blinked in and out of consciousness. It had been minutes since they’d come, and Bertram’s knot had fully swelled up and sealed them together, but Sorin’s muscles were still twitching, and the afterglow of his orgasm still pulsed through him, begging the cock that was breeding him to fill him another time.
He blinked, and when he next opened his eyes, Bertram’s teeth were no longer on him. He had pinned Sorin to the counter and gathered him in his arms, kissing and nosing into his neck, caught somewhere between dragon and man.
Another blink, and Sorin came to just in time to feel Bertram’s cock slip out of him.
Slick and seed dripped down his thighs.
“Do you think it took?” he asked in a daze, blinking up at Bertram as his vision swam.
Bertram looked back, and his eyes were human again.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, but made no move to set Sorin down. “Maybe we should try again… just to make sure.”
Sorin smiled and dragged him forward, kissing him.
He didn’t spare the window a single glance.
23
Harry
Seven omegas sat around the long and rather ornate table in the banquet hall of Perry’s Middle Eastern palace. Well, six omegas and one omega-beta, to be precise. Harry wasn’t sure he could consider himself an omega in the proper sense of the word, what with his genetic makeup, but he had been having regular heats since the whelp bond between himself and Darwin had atrophied, which wasn’t very beta-like, and was honestly pretty neat.
