20. Hernan

Chapter 20

Hernan

“I need to show you something.” I’d been thinking about it ever since the mistletoe. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous about it, but I was.

Merry looked up from the Christmas tree diamond art he was working on. He wasn’t one to just sit and do nothing, always working on something. “Okay.” He set it down, giving me his full attention.

“Not here. I need to show you something outside.”

“Sure.” He got up, and Holly, who had been sleeping on his shoulder, jumped off onto the couch. “Let me grab my coat.”

I loved how he just trusted that whatever I was about to do was no big deal. But it was a big deal. I needed him to spend time with my dragon. Not only did my dragon insist on it, but I did too. I wanted him to know all of me before I asked him what I needed to ask tonight.

We drove out to my favorite place to shift. On the way, we sang Christmas carols—because of course we did. A local radio station played them 24/7 from Thanksgiving onward, and we sang along, Merry with far more talent than me.

“Can we build snowmen?” he asked when I parked the car.

“Sure.” I turned off the ignition, “but I was more thinking I could show you my dragon.”

“Is that allowed?” he asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“It’s allowed as much as I’m allowed to know about Santa being multiple people. But for you—yes, it’s allowed because you’re my mate. And that’s what I wanted to talk to you about today.”

He unbuckled his seat belt and turned to face me fully. “How so?”

“Well,” I began, “I want to mark you. And I know that means we have to deal with you being from the North Pole, me being from here, and the logistics of?—”

Before I could finish, he cut me off with his lips on mine, mumbling, “Yes, yes, yes,” as he kissed me soundly.

Showing him my beast when he’d already agreed to wear my mark wasn’t easy. All I wanted to do was drive home and get him beneath me. Heck, if it weren’t the middle of winter, I’d be stripping him down right here. But I didn’t need him getting frostbite on his cock because I was overly anxious.

Instead, we got out of the car. I stripped off my clothes, leaving them on the seat, and shifted into my dragon form.

He stared up at me in awe, then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me as far as he could—which wasn’t very far. “You are gorgeous,” he said. Then, with a mischievous grin, “Maybe one day I can ride you.”

It was difficult not to shift right back and say, “You can do it now,” but I was strong. It was time to show off. I took to the air, circled around, did a few tricks, and even let out a little fire—not enough to touch any of the trees, even with the snow that wasn’t wise, but enough to put on a little show for him.

When I landed back where I’d started, I shifted as I touched the ground. “Let me get dressed, and we can build those snowmen.”

“What?” His voice was distracted, his eyes still fixed on me.

“You said you wanted to build snowmen.” I was teasing… mostly. If that was still what he wanted to do, I’d help him create an army of them.

“Oh, yeah. My mind is way past that now.” He looked down at my cock and licked his lips. “That other thing you talked about—the marking—let’s do that. Take me home, alpha. Now.”

I never got dressed so quickly in my entire life.

As soon as we stepped inside, our lips crashed together in a passionate kiss. Merry’s hands roamed my back as I kicked the door shut behind us. We stumbled down the hall to the bedroom, frantically undressing each other along the way. Shirts and pants were tugged and pulled at until they were gone, and we tumbled onto the bed in just our underwear.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Merry murmured breathlessly between kisses. His hands caressed my chest, making my skin tingle with desire. “I was afraid maybe you…”

“Trust me, Merry, I did too. I didn’t want to push, but I wanted this… I need this. ”

I rolled on top of him, pressing our bodies together as I took his lips again. We ground our hips, our hardening lengths rubbing together through the thin fabric.

“Please, Hernan,” Merry whimpered. “I need you inside me.”

Meeting his lust-filled gaze, I nodded. “I need you too, baby. Gonna make you mine.”

Slowly, I slid down his body, trailing kisses across his chest and abs. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged them off, freeing his cock. He was perfect—thick and long and so hard.

I took him into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of his precum on my tongue. Merry let out a strangled moan, hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. I licked, sucked, and swallowed his length, loving the way he was squirming beneath me.

“Hernan, please...” he begged. “I need you inside me.”

Releasing him with a pop, I kicked off my own boxer briefs. Positioning myself between his spread thighs, I rubbed the tip against his slick entrance.

“You ready, baby?” I asked softly. At his eager nod, I slowly pushed forward, groaning at the tight heat engulfing me inch by inch. Merry whimpered, hands gripping my arms

Once I was fully sheathed, I held still, giving him time to adjust. When he rocked his hips, I began to move, building a steady rhythm. We’d been together before, but this was different—it was more. Nothing had ever felt so right.

“Harder,” Merry panted, wrapping his legs around my waist. “Faster!”

I picked up the pace, snapping my hips and driving into him with deep, powerful thrusts. The bed creaked beneath us as flesh slapped against flesh. Merry cried out, back arching off the mattress. He was even more communicative today, letting me know everything he felt—wanted—needed. It was as hot as my dragon’s flames.

“Yes! Right there!” he moaned. “Don’t stop!”

Angling my hips, I made sure to hit that spot inside him on every thrust, pushing him closer to the edge. We were both close.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Merry gasped.

“Do it, baby,” I growled. “Come for me and then mark me as yours!”

Merry’s release burst between us, painting our chests with ropes of pearly essence. The rhythmic clenching of his walls triggered my own orgasm, and I thrust one final time, my knot growing as I emptied inside him. I sank my teeth into his shoulder, marking him as mine.

“Mine!” I rumbled around a mouthful of his flesh.

“Yours,” Merry agreed breathlessly, tilting his head to nuzzle my neck. “And you’re mine.”