Chapter Eleven

Between the storms and cleanup, the days were getting away from me, and my dragon grew more insistent that we head out to find my brothers. He hadn't been big on giving me too many details about them, just a steady demand that we join them. Immediately. And while we'd flown here almost entirely under his direction, I'd begun to wonder if it had been to find my brothers or if he'd wanted to find our mate first. If so, he'd done me a great favor because there was no better mate anywhere than the one Fate had granted me.

But a few days had passed, and the dragon had seemed content to stay here, for now. The storms had rolled through and on out, and I'd enjoyed helping my mate clear up the mess left behind. As we went from cabin to cabin, I offered my assistance but was not nearly as helpful as I wished I could be. Watching his skill at so many tasks made me admire him even more.

And he was willing to go with me on my quest. There was some chance it would cost him his job and while I could take care of us, I didn't like him risking what he saw as his security here. My mate was not the type to let me support him, at least not for now, but I hoped it would be all right.

The one thing I had was the location I'd sketched and a hope my dragon knew what he was up to. Arvin was my family just as much as my brothers. And while my dragon was constantly encouraging me to find them, my mate's presence made me feel more confident. I didn't know my brothers. They were strangers to me.

I was sitting in the chair by the bedroom window, looking out at the innocent blue sky that bore no resemblance to the storm clouds that had settled over this area for so long, when Arvin came in. "Stone, I'm looking forward to the trip."

"Great. Are you sure you want to?" That came out wrong.

"Unless you'd rather I didn't." He sounded terse, and he was right to feel that way.

"Arvin, sweetheart, you're my mate, and I am only really happy when I'm with you. I think that's true of most shifters."

"And this human." He came over and sat on my lap. "Seems like the chair will hold us both."

"But nothing athletic," I reminded him.

"Before we go, I wanted to ask you a favor anyway."

"Anything, omega. What can I do for you?"

"Mark me."

I began to lift him, to carry him to the bed, but he leaned in to me. "No, Stone. Here."

"And if the chair breaks?"

"It's only an old chair. I'm willing to risk it."

It involved some shuffling of clothing, but then I was nestled in his ass crack, his slick guiding me toward the hot hole where I wanted most to be. He was always tight and welcoming, and this time, we were going to make it official. We were mates, and we knew it, but his requesting I mark him?

A knee on either side of me, he rose and fell, caressing my cock with his body while I reached between us to stroke and bring him along with me, and we both came fast, cum filling him and spurting over both our chests. As my knot swelled, I bent and sank my teeth into the side of his neck, marking him mine. We cuddled together then on the chair that had not broken and was apparently fine for anything athletic.