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He’d fallen asleep curled up behind Remi with his limp cock between his lover’s thighs, feeling sated in ways he hadn’t thought possible.
“Please tell me we have a little time,” Remi said.
Jeremiah was willing to say yes to anything, even if it was a lie, but he rolled over to check his phone before sighing. “Ten minutes at the most. Do you want to—”
He didn’t get the rest of the words out. Remi pinned him by the shoulders, kissing the rest of the sentence off his tongue before sliding down, dragging blunt teeth and warm lips over his torso, his belly, and eventually breathing hotly over his dick.
With a heavy groan, Jeremiah thrust upward, feeling almost overwhelmed with the way Remi laughed, then parted his lips and took him down in a single swallow. Remi had been a little shy at first, mostly driven by instinct, but he’d quickly gotten over that and now took Jeremiah’s cock like he was starving for it.
He pushed fingers into Remi’s hair, his claws coming out to drag over his scalp, and Remi moaned loudly, the vibrations shooting right to Jeremiah’s balls. He relaxed his jaw as Jeremiah gripped him under the chin to guide him, and when their gazes met, Remi’s eyes were glassy.
Fuck, he was completely gone.
“Good boy,” Jeremiah rumbled.
Remi moaned again and let Jeremiah hold him tight to fuck his face. He wasn’t going to take long. Not with the way Remi was looking at him. Not with the way he was drooling and humping the bed between Jeremiah’s spread legs.
He felt the familiar tingle at the base of his cock, and he gripped it, willing to keep his knot down as his orgasm crept up on him. He had only enough time to grunt out a warning before he shot his load, and Remi took it all down in heavy swallows.
He felt that same feral part of his animal clawing to the surface, and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling out and smearing what was left over Remi’s lips before flipping him over and kissing the taste out of his mouth. He only just managed to pull his claws back before gripping Remi’s dick, and he stroked him hard and fast, watching color rise along his neck, outlining scales that were rising to the surface.
Remi bucked his hips, his mouth open, making needy, desperate sounds, and Jeremiah leaned in, laying a wet, hot kiss over the spot he couldn’t stop biting. His fangs ached to sink in again, almost like they were trying to close the gap of something invisible and intangible, but he stopped himself this time.
He didn’t want Remi to show up to a Dragon Hoard with fresh bite marks, looking like he’d been defiled by some hellbeast.
Though it might have been too late for that as his back arched and he came hard with a silent cry, spilling all over Jeremiah’s knuckles.
He stroked Remi through it, until he was twitching and pulling away, and then he kissed him softly as he let go, licking his hand clean. He felt Remi’s eyes on him and looked over with a small smirk as he pulled his middle finger out of his mouth with a loud pop.
“That’s one way to wake up,” Remi said, his voice still hoarse.
Jeremiah snorted. “You started it, little princeling.”
“And you sure as fuck finished it,” Remi shot back. He darted forward for another kiss, then jumped out of bed with an energy only someone in their early twenties could have. Jeremiah watched him stretch, his gorgeous, lean body twisting and turning, and then he stopped and winked. “Shower?”
Jeremiah swung his legs over the bed and stalked forward, taking Remi by the throat. He had no idea what the fuck was coming over him, but he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to care. He was bringing Remi into a Dragon Hoard full of horny, polyamorous, gorgeous men.
Like fuck he was washing off his scent.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Shit,” Remi whispered, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into Jeremiah’s possessive hold.
“You’re mine. And they’re going to know it.”
Remi licked his lips, then nodded, and only then did Jeremiah let go, entirely satisfied.
15
REMI
Being allowed to have Jeremiah the way he wanted him felt a little like he’d been standing in front of opaque glass with only his silhouette, then having that wall shattered. Not only was he allowed to reach out and touch Jeremiah in any way he wanted, but Jeremiah was acting like a possessive beast.
Not in a terrifying way though. Remi had never in his life felt safer. No, Jeremiah refusing to let him shower so he smelled owned in front of all the Dragons made him feel wanted. Needed. It filled in all the empty gaps in his life he’d spent wondering if anyone would want a halfbreed freak like him.
Jeremiah was also the picture of professionalism too, which was driving Remi wild. He refused to rise to Remi’s provocations when they were in the car. Remi had crept his hand toward his Hellhound’s crotch, and Jeremiah hadn’t done more than offer him a warning growl before threading their fingers together and gripping him just shy of painful.
Remi was half-hard all the way to the airport, and the Dragon member of the Alpha Team could definitely tell if the smirk on his face was anything to go by. Remi knew he should probably mind, but Jeremiah didn’t shy away from touching him in small, subtle ways, and Remi didn’t feel like anyone’s dirty secret.
