Chapter Ten

Henri finished the mouse habitat. It was a shallow litter box with hamster bedding. He put food and water in small dishes in one corner. They’d chosen the litter box because it was open. The mouse could come and go as it pleased. It could fend for itself and live in the wilderness if it wanted to. It was smart enough to find a way into Henri’s house for shelter and even started making its own bedding. While Henri didn’t want it to destroy his stuff, it was a testament to its survival skills.

He set the mouse house next to the couch behind the end table. It was enough space for it and would be out of Henri’s way, so there was no fear of scaring it.

Henri kneeled, peering underneath the couch, hoping to get a glimpse. There weren’t any obvious signs of the mouse still being around, but in case it was nearby, Henri whispered. “Okay, little buddy. Here’s your new home. It’s safe. I promise.”

Henri heard Rocky enter the room and curse under his breath.

Henri went up on his hands and knees and turned to glance behind him. He smiled when he met Rocky’s gaze. But his smile died when Rocky growled.

Rocky’s eyes had shifted every time they were around each other. Henri understood the partial shift. He’d never been any other way around Rocky, either. But he didn’t understand the growling. It put Henri on alert.

He kneeled and turned to face Rocky. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I reacted to your position.”

“My position?” As soon as Henri asked, he knew what Rocky meant. His face heated when he realized his ass was up in the air. It was on the tip of his tongue to apologize and say he hadn’t meant to put himself on display. But then Rocky’s scent floated to him. His arousal made Henri’s blood heat.

He had a bad habit of biting his bottom lip whenever he felt a strong emotion. He’d tried to stop once but couldn’t. It was just something he did. Perhaps he was born with the tendency.

Rocky took a step toward him. His cock was at eye level, and his length was visible on the other side of his zipper.

Henri’s cock grew hard, and it was way more noticeable because his pants were cotton, and he wore boxer briefs.

He’d bought the wrong size because he forgot to change the size button when he’d ordered them online. They gave more room for his cock to grow and while it made him more comfortable in his clothing, it also exposed him.

Rocky growled again. “Let me see, mate.”

Henri hesitated, but he took his hand away, dropping it to his side.

Rocky sniffed the air and then stepped closer, although he still wasn’t close enough to touch. His gaze zeroed in on Henri’s hard length. And he seemed to be…waiting? For what, Henri didn’t know. But he kept his fingers on the button of his jeans as if he were going to undo them. He didn’t, though.

Henri grew hotter. He should have been more nervous than he was. If Rocky had been the one calling the shots, he might have been. Rocky was a walking wet dream with all those muscles and his bad boy appearance. He was danger and passion all rolled into one gorgeous dragon shifter. But they’d started their little staring contest after Rocky had reacted to Henri’s ass being on display. And all Rocky had demanded was he get a clear view of Henri’s body. Henri felt powerful, and it was heady. It made him feel as though he could be bold.

And he wanted to be.

Henri unbuttoned his pants and then unzipped them. He wanted to free his cock, put it on display for Rocky. Henri wanted Rocky’s reaction. But he waited, glancing at Rocky, hand on his jeans button before meeting his gaze. “Now you, please.”

Rocky didn’t hesitate. Dark blue cotton outlined Rocky’s considerable erection. Henri could even make out the head.

He wanted a taste. He could almost feel the weight of Rocky’s hard length in his hand and the warm head between his lips.

Henri pushed his pants and underwear out of the way, freeing his cock. As soon as the air hit it, a wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he wanted to cover himself again.

Rocky picked up on the shift in his emotions because he growled, and it wasn’t sensual as it had been before. It came off as more of a reprimand. “None of that, mate.”

“I can’t help it.” He didn’t have a poor opinion of his body, but he wasn’t confident either. Not when it was Rocky. His mate. He was the one person his body recognized, whose chemistry matched in the most perfect way. He wanted Rocky to find his body sexy. It was obvious Rocky was a top, so of course he liked butts, but Henri wasn’t sure what else Rocky found attractive.

Henri had always thought of himself as being average in appearance.

“Yes, you can.”

All of Henri’s thoughts went out of his head when Rocky pushed his underwear down. His cock was big and angry with need. It wanted to make demands even though the rest of Rocky wouldn’t. And it was all for Henri.

Henri crawled across to Rocky. When he was close enough to touch, he met his gaze.

Rocky took off Henri’s glasses and set them on the end table beside them. And then he cupped Henri’s cheek. “Are you sure?”

Henri nodded and wrapped his fingers around Rocky’s cock. “Very.”

It was like silk over steel. When Henri pressed his nose against the underside of the head, it smelled of cinnamon and sugar. “Smells so good.”

“You do too, mate.”

They’d been ignoring the mating pull for too long. Henri’s reasoning seemed inconsequential. He’d told Rocky his secret. Instead of rejection, Rocky had comforted him, which led to sniffing his cock as if it were the best-smelling thing in the entire world. Henri had smelled nothing better.

Henri kissed it before licking the pre-cum off the tip. One taste and Henri knew he’d never have enough.

Rocky moaned. He cupped the back of Henri’s head, not making demands. It was as if he needed to touch some part of Henri.

“I need you,” Henri whispered.

His lips brushed Rocky’s cock. He didn’t intend to say it aloud, despite every cell in his body feeling those words. It made him desperate, which left him unsettled. He’d never been desperate for anything in his entire life until Rocky had ridden into Saint Lakes on his motorcycle with a bandana wrapped around his head and more leather and denim than anyone had a right to wear. He seemed as dangerous up close as he had all those months ago.

Henri had never considered himself one of those people who chased bad boys. Pursuing anyone for anything had always been beneath him. But he’d follow Rocky into Hell if he had to. He’d do anything for more contact, more closeness, more comfort.

He wasn’t even sure what part of Rocky he needed the most. All he knew was the culmination made him feel wanted.

Rocky ran his fingers through Henri’s hair, gripping it before tugging. He tilted Henri’s head until their gazes met. Rocky’s blue-green eyes might have been his dragon’s, which should have made him appear even more dangerous than his motorcycle did, but all Henri saw was affection.

“You have me, baby.”

He answered with a kiss. Talking wasn’t what he wanted. Feeling Rocky against him would be so much better.

Rocky sucked in a breath. Never in the history of growls had one ever been sweet until Henri heard Rocky do it.

Henri angled Rocky’s cock to take it into his mouth. As soon as he wrapped his lips around the head, Rocky moaned and laced his fingers through Henri’s hair. The hold felt different. It was as though Rocky was afraid Henri would pull away, but Henri wanted to stay right where he was.

Henri savored the experience. It was their first time together. Rocky was the only mate he’d ever get. It wasn’t often or usual for someone to find a person whose chemistry matched as well as theirs did. They wouldn’t have another first time.

He hoped they’d have a lot of years with each other. But it wasn’t guaranteed. He wanted every second to count. So he’d worship Rocky’s cock while he could. Rocky was beautiful, even his cock.

His lips stretched around Rocky to the point it was on the edge of pain. He couldn’t take all of it like he wanted to. It took him a couple of tries before he gave up and focused on the head.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” Rocky’s praise went straight to his cock.

He wrapped his hand around the shaft, working in tandem to bring Rocky to a slow conclusion. He created a rhythm, which made Rocky moan and let out soft curses throughout the entire experience.

Henri’s cock was hard and aching with need. Using his free hand, he jacked himself off to the rhythm he set with his mouth.

Rocky’s body tensed. His hold became more demanding. “Fuck.”

The word went straight to Henri’s balls for reasons he couldn’t explain. The orgasm built in his core, making him lose focus. All thoughts left him. He was pretty sure his soul also left through his cock. It was probably on the floor with his cum.

The need to breathe wasn’t quite panic-inducing, but he forgot how.

“Oh fuck, baby.” Rocky was vocal during sex. Henri would have never guessed that about Rocky, but it heated his blood almost as much as Rocky’s touch.

Henri knew Rocky was about ready to come. He expected it, so he used his tongue, massaging the underside of his cock. He pumped his hard length not stopping even when Rocky stiffened and came.

Henri swallowed every drop. He licked around the head when Rocky relaxed and carded his fingers through Henri’s hair. When he kissed the tip and then pulled off, meeting Rocky’s gaze, he couldn’t bring himself to let go of Rocky’s shaft. It hadn’t softened yet, but Henri knew it would soon.

Rocky smiled. “Lay on the couch, baby.”

“I came too.” Henri had never come from sucking someone off before, although he didn’t have much experience.

“I know. But I want to scent you.”

Henri let Rocky’s softening cock go.

Rocky pulled his underwear in place and refastened his pants.

He stood, putting himself back together.

Rocky covered his hands with his own. “Not yet. Lay on the couch. Please.”

Henri hesitated, but he hooked his fingers into his pants and underwear. “Off?”

“Yeah.” Rocky watched as Henri pushed his clothing down and off. He smelled the air as if trying to catch a wave of Henri’s scent.

Henri had never known someone so in tune with his sense of smell before. It was as if the primal part of Rocky needed it.

Henri lay on his back on the couch, resting his head on a throw pillow.

He was a little embarrassed for his lower bits to be on display. It was ridiculous to feel that way, considering he’d had Rocky’s cock in his mouth. They’d started their sexual play by exposing themselves to each other, so he shouldn’t feel so embarrassed, but he could still feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

He bit his bottom lip when Rocky gazed at him as if he were his next meal and he was starving.

“What do you want me to do next?” Henri whispered.

“Pull your legs back.” Rocky stepped closer but didn’t touch him yet.

Henri sucked in a breath. He wasn’t sure why the request shocked him. He was ready for anything Rocky wanted to give, including his cock. But they’d both need time to recover. Henri didn’t think fucking was Rocky’s intention.

Henri pulled his legs out of the way, exposing his hole to Rocky. As soon as he did, Rocky went to his knees next to the couch. He buried his nose against Henri’s balls.

Henri moaned. His cock attempted to get hard again but didn’t quite succeed.

Rocky kissed Henri’s taint. Henri forgot how to breathe when Rocky moved to his opening.

“Mmm. Mine.” Rocky didn’t bury his nose between Henri’s cheeks. Instead, he licked from Henri’s hole to his taint, sucking each ball into his mouth before licking along his cock.

Henri sucked in a breath and then whimpered when his cock grew hard again. He’d never recovered so fast before. The feeling was heady. At least he remembered how to breathe, but it was so he could beg Rocky to make him come again. “Please.”

Rocky didn’t even ask what Henri wanted. He already knew. Wet heat surrounded Henri’s cock. “Oh gods. Please. Please, more.”

His behavior would embarrass him later. After Rocky made him shatter into a million pieces and put him back together again.

Rocky sank all the way down until he had Henri’s whole cock in his mouth. The wet heat disappeared almost as fast as it had begun, which made Henri whimper even more.

Rocky stuck his finger into his mouth, but didn’t linger. He sucked Henri’s cock again.

Rocky pushed a wet finger inside Henri. Something about the invasion made his blood heat at the same time it settled him. It was as if he aligned with Rocky on a cellular level.

Between the wet heat, the friction Rocky created as he sucked Henri in and out of his mouth at a pace so slow it was as if he were memorizing the way Henri tasted, and the finger thrusting in and out of Henri, it wouldn’t take long for him to come.

And then Rocky touched Henri’s prostate. Henri arched off the couch. He knew he shouted. The sound might have echoed across the lake. He’d cared about people hearing him later, after Rocky stopped making his body sing.

Rocky quickened his pace. It proved to be too much. As much as Henri wanted to prolong the experience, his orgasm hit him so fast he didn’t even have time to warn Rocky.

Rocky didn’t stop sucking until Henri had quieted down and grew too sensitive for him to keep up his ministrations. Rocky pulled his finger out.

He stood, plucking Henri off the couch, and sat with him in his lap.

Henri clung to him, trying to come down from the most incredible experience of his life. He needed Rocky to anchor him or he’d float to the ceiling.

Henri shut his eyes and rested his cheek against Rocky’s chest. He could hear Rocky’s heartbeat. The steady rhythm soothed him. It had such a tranquil effect. His mind shut down, and he fell asleep.