16. Terms Of Breeding （Part 2）

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"I love knotting you," Griff purred from above Quinlan, rolling his hips so his knot pushed against Quinlan's prostate just right. Quinlan jolted and clutched at the sheets, trying to breathe. "It keeps you here, and you have to listen to all the overtures of my courtship."

"Those pickup lines do not count as courtship," Quinlan panted into the blankets. "How many knottings are we at now?"

"Six." Griff laughed softly, pushing his cock deeper. "How is your belly?"

"Stretched to bursting. This is a lot of fucking cum."

"Mmm." Griff dropped kisses all over Quinlan's shoulders. He gathered Quinlan into his arms and pulled him upright, so Quinlan's back pressed against Griff's chest, and Quinlan's weight pulled him further down onto Griff's knot.

"Fuck." Quinlan dug his nails into Griff's hips.

"I am going to get us some water. This breeding business is thirsty business."

"At least cover me up instead of carrying me everywhere butt-naked."

"Fine." Griff tucked a light blanket around Quinlan—it gave him the illusion of being covered, even though Griff's knot still kept him wide open, his thighs and crotch completely bare under the blanket.

As Griff shuffled them off his bed, his knot pulled and tugged in Quinlan's body. Quinlan whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. He was going to come again.

Except he didn't. Griff kept him on the knife edge of pleasure, always just a step away from release as he carried Quinlan to the kitchen, one arm wrapped around him. With his other hand, he grabbed a glass and filled it with water, letting Quinlan drink from it first. "You sure got thirsty," Griff murmured. "Must be all that cum I fucked out of you."

"Gods, you're indecent."

"You just kept telling me ‘Harder,'" Griff whispered in his ear.

Quinlan was too exhausted to be embarrassed.

As they searched for snacks, Griff's knot went down. Wetness gushed out between Quinlan's legs. He heard the wet splash on the floor, then saw it when Griff stood back to admire the mess they'd made—were still making. Because that was a lot of cum dripping down Quinlan's thighs.

"Fuck, you look so good," Griff groaned. "I need to breed you again. Use my cum as lube."

He filled the water glass hurriedly and carried Quinlan back to the nest, except his phone began to ring.

"Not right now," Griff muttered.

"Who is it?"

"My dad." Griff sighed gustily and grabbed the phone off his nightstand. "Dad."

Griff's dad yelled loudly enough that Quinlan heard him, too. "Griff. Your Papa and I have stood back to let you solve your problems on your own. But how dare you kidnap someone to be your mate? You're setting such a bad example for your siblings! We didn't raise you to do that!"

"Oops." Griff didn't look the least bit guilty now, either. "But Quinlan's happily sitting on my knot. He told me to breed him harder."

"How dare you put dragonets into people you kidnap?" his dad screeched.

"He wants them! He also has a merchild. We're working on a second dragonet, too. You'll get to hold them all in your arms. They'll be very giggly."

Quinlan had to shove his hands over his face to cover up his snort. Of course Griff knew how to take the wind out of his dad's sails. Of course.

"Ugh," Griff's dad said. "I can't with you."

"Grandbabies," Griff crooned. "They'll be so adorable. Quinlan's happily taking my sixth load inside him. We're making sure he conceives. Say hi, fireheart. Show him you're okay with this."

"Um, hi, Griff's dad. I'm really okay. I'm here of my own free will."

There was silence. "Did Griff make you say that?"

"No," Quinlan said hurriedly. "I really enjoy his company."

Griff rumbled with delight. "See? He likes me!"

His dad sighed. "Fine. Hello, Quinlan. I expect Griff to introduce you to our family soon."

Quinlan's stomach squeezed, suddenly. What would it be like to meet Griff's parents?

Would Quinlan be... enough of a mate?

Before he could overthink it, the call ended. Griff purred and laid Quinlan back in their nest. He slid his cock out and pushed apart Quinlan's legs, raking his gaze over Quinlan's wet thighs. After so many rounds of Griff claiming him, Quinlan was no longer self-conscious about this.

"There's so much of it, it's still pouring out of you," Griff growled. "You're completely stuffed with my cum. And your hole is loose now. Ruined by my cock."

He pushed his cock back in and gave a few hard thrusts. Quinlan panted and cried out, his body sparking all over with pleasure.

"Mmmm. I'm getting harder," Griff panted. He scooped the cum off Quinlan's thighs and pushed it into Quinlan's hole, alongside his cock. "I'm pushing all my cum back inside. Make sure it takes."

"Fuck, you're crude," Quinlan whispered. But he opened his legs wider, and Griff's smile grew.