Chapter Thirteen

Henri gathered his clothing from the spare bedroom, putting them in the suitcase he’d packed them in when going to stay with Rocky all those months ago. He hadn’t thought he’d ever get to sleep in Rocky’s room. He never thought he’d bond either, but Rocky was a constant presence in his mind. Even with Rocky two doors down in his bedroom, Henri knew everything Rocky felt. He had a window into Rocky’s mind as though he were a novice at telepathy. For once in Henri’s life, he loved the idea of being a novice at something.

Henri couldn’t help smiling either. He’d had more sex in the last few days than he’d had in his whole life. It was good sex, too. Great even. Rocky was so big and strong. Yet he was gentle with Henri. It was unexpected in many ways. Yet, Henri hadn’t ever thought Rocky would be anything but gentle. Everything about Rocky made Henri smile.

“If you keep thinking about making love, I’ll throw you on the bed right here.” The timbre of Rocky’s deep voice went straight to Henri’s cock.

“How did you figure out how to read my thoughts? I haven’t been able to read yours. I’m still stuck on emotions.” Henri should have figured it out. He could learn anything so why not that.

Rocky slid behind Henri, hugging him from behind. “I’m an investigator. I gather evidence and let it tell me a story.”

“Tell me your process.” Henri leaned into him.

Rocky whispered in Henri’s ear when he spoke, making Henri shiver. “Well, I felt it when you thought about sex. Your emotions were…giddy. But you were still aroused. I smelled it from down the hall. And then the giddiness turned into desire. So I figured you were thinking about how the love making is great and how you want more.”

Henri smiled because Rocky was spot-on. “You’re an investigative genius.”

Rocky chuckled. “Nope. I feel the same way.”

Henri huffed. “I can’t tell.”

“Close your eyes.” Rocky’s lips brushed Henri’s cheek next to his ear. It made Henri want to free his cock from the confines of his pants. The way Rocky rubbed his thumb over Henri’s flat belly didn’t help. Henri could tell the gesture wasn’t deliberate, which made it all the sweeter.

Henri did as Rocky asked without hesitation. “Now what?”

“Focus on me.” Rocky kissed Henri on the place below his ear.

“I’m always focused on you.”

“Shh. Separate your emotions from mine inside your mind.”

Henri already knew how to do that. He sighed but did as Rocky asked. His mind zeroed in on Rocky. He could tell Rocky felt affection. He was also content. And protective. It startled Henri how fierce Rocky’s protective instinct was and not just toward him. He was protective of his whole family, much like an alpha would be.

Are all dragon shifters as protective of their mates as you are of me?

I don’t know. What else do I feel?Rocky’s question had Henri digging a little deeper.

You’re worried.

And?As soon as Rocky asked, he projected an image of Henri, naked, in the center of his bed.

Henri chuckled. “You made it obvious.”

“It should be. I’ve wanted you for so long. So much so I couldn’t think about anything else. Being able to hold you makes me feel…”

“Relief. I can tell,” Henri finished for him. “Me too.”

He turned in Rocky’s arms, hugging him. Physical contact was what they both needed. And lots of it. “I want to hold you. All night long.”

It would be the best night of his life. He was sure of it. “I want that too.”

“I want you to be naked in my bed, against me while we sleep. And then I want to smell you on my sheets tomorrow morning.” Every word Rocky whispered went straight to Henri’s cock. Henri’s chest ached. Maybe his heart wanted to leave Henri’s body and go to its new home with Rocky. “I want it every night and every morning.”

“Yes, please.”

“Can you feel how much I mean it?”

Henri could. Rocky was just as aroused as he was by what he’d said, and none of it had to do with sex. Never once had Rocky talked about fucking Henri. He’d wanted to hold Henri all night. Feeling how their bodies fit together. It was all about intimacy.

“I feel it.”

Maybe they would have sex. Intimacy could mean that too. But sex was one part of who they were together. It’s what Rocky had been trying to say.

Henri was on board with anything Rocky wanted.

“Is it bedtime yet?”

Rocky chuckled, even though Henri was serious. “Not quite, but we can lie in bed. I have a television in my bedroom. We can watch while I hold you. Or we can talk.”

“Or make love.”

“‘Or make love’.” Rocky sounded amused. But Henri could feel how the thought ramped up his arousal.

Henri pulled out of Rocky’s arms and grabbed his suitcase. “I’m ready to move to your room.”

“I see that.” Rocky’s amusement didn’t last more than a moment before his expression turned serious. “I want inside you. But I don’t want to make it just about fucking. I want—”

“I know. I picked up on it already.” Henri grabbed Rocky’s hand and pulled him out of the room. “Let’s go.”

As soon as they were inside Rocky’s room and the door was closed, Henri set his suitcase next to the dresser and then turned to Rocky. He hesitated as he gripped the bottom of his shirt. He wasn’t sure what stopped him other than nerves.

This moment felt bigger than their other times. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because he’d have more than Rocky’s fingers inside him. Once they did it, they would be together in the eyes of the clan. Rocky and Henri would be an us.

The logical part of Henri’s brain understood they had already set it in stone. The emotion had been there for a while. Bonding had elevated it. The sex they would have would be a confession of love.

Henri could see the understanding in Rocky’s expression. He was aware of the significance of the moment, too.

Rocky met Henri’s gaze. “Do you want to make love?”

Henri nodded. “Do you?”

“Yes. More than anything.” Rocky cupped Henri’s cheek. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes. I want you. Inside me. For real this time.” Each word felt as though it were a confession, as though Henri had laid his soul bare. He could because he knew it was safe with Rocky. For the first time, he felt safe in all the ways a person could feel. He didn’t need to guard his emotions or his thoughts. He could lay himself at Rocky’s feet and know Rocky would be gentle with him.

Rocky ran his thumb over Henri’s bottom lip, loosening it. After his lip was free, Rocky leaned in, kissing him. It was a gentle assault at first. A press of the lips turned into swipes of his tongue between Henri’s lips. He relaxed his mouth, wanting more. Rocky ignited an ache in the center of his belly.

As soon as Henri let Rocky in, the kiss grew demanding. It was as if Rocky wanted to consume him. Every taste went a little deeper and lasted longer than the one before.

Rocky held Henri’s nape with a firm, yet gentle, grip. He wrapped his free arm around Henri’s waist. The hold gave Rocky control, which wasn’t something Henri had thought he would want to give up, yet it heated his blood.

Henri gave himself to Rocky. His legs wouldn’t hold him anymore, so Rocky lifted him, carrying him across the room.

Rocky’s hard cock pressed against his abdomen. Henri thought about feeling it against his palm. Even through the denim of Rocky’s jeans, it would feel amazing. Before he could reach for it, Rocky laid him on the bed.

His back hit the mattress.

The kissing didn’t stop.

Rocky lay on top of him. His weight soothed Henri’s soul. He wasn’t sure if he had ever felt content until Rocky surrounded him. He didn’t even realize he carried around so much anxiety until it wasn’t there anymore. All of his worries disappeared. Rocky lying on top of him made him relax.

He was almost positive his heart rate had decreased. His cock stayed hard, and he felt as if he would come out of his skin if he didn’t get naked soon.

But Rocky kept kissing. Each taste made Henri burn with desire. More. Please.

That’s right. Rocky ended the kiss but trailed his lips along Henri’s jawline to right below his ear. “Beg me.”

Henri sucked in a breath. A part of him couldn’t believe what those two whispered words did to him. His cock ached. And without thought, he did what Rocky demanded. “Please. I need to feel you. I need your skin on mine. To touch you. Please, Rocky.”

“Who am I?” Rocky growled, but it wasn’t aggressive. He wasn’t angry. He was so turned on his dragon ruled him.

Henri understood how it felt when instinct took over. For a shifter, instinct was everything. Henri wasn’t an exception. What he didn’t expect was applying it to sex. It was Henri’s instinct driving him to obey Rocky. “My mate.”

Rocky sat up, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Get undressed.” Rocky climbed off the bed and unfastened his pants. His hands shook, and he growled when he thought Henri wasn’t getting naked fast enough.

But Henri couldn’t seem to make his fingers work on the buttons of his shirt. He whimpered when he thought he disappointed Rocky. “I can’t go faster.”

Rocky’s pants hit the floor. He had nothing but his underwear on. “Slow down, baby.”

Henri nodded, but his hands still shook. It took a while to get all the buttons undone. And through it all Rocky watched him. He kept praising him. “Such a tight little body. You’re a beautiful boy.”

Henri bit his lip as he shrugged off his shirt. The button on his pants was a lot easier. He had them off in no time. As soon as he was naked, he lay on the bed again. “I need you.”

“I know what you need.” But Rocky didn’t close the distance. His gaze was hungry. The anticipation built. Having Rocky inside him was all Henri could think about.

The longer Rocky stood there, staring at Henri, the hotter Henri became. He grew desperate. He squirmed, wanting to feel Rocky. If he would wrap his fingers around Henri’s cock, it would relieve some of the tension.

Henri knew not to touch himself. It was an unspoken command. But he needed something. He wished the air could grow hands. What would be better was if Rocky would lie on him like he had before. “Please. Rocky. Please touch me.”

Rocky smiled. “Good boy. All you had to do was beg.”

Henri had never been called good before. “Tell me again. Please.”

Rocky climbed onto the bed. Instead of lying on Henri, Rocky lay on his side, facing him. He cupped Henri’s cheek, meeting his gaze. “You’re a very good boy, sweetheart. And so beautiful.”

Rocky ran his hand along Henri’s neck, to his shoulder and then down his chest. He ran the pad of his finger over Henri’s nipple. It sent a jolt of electricity through Henri. He arched his back. He hadn’t come down before Rocky did it again.

Henri cried out and turned into Rocky, wanting more but knowing it would be too much at the same time. It was the best kind of sensual torture. He shouldn’t have liked it, but he did.

His cock ached. He tried to rub his cock against Rocky. He wanted some part of Rocky against him. “On your back, baby.”

Henri whimpered but did as Rocky commanded.

“Did you know your nipples were so sensitive?”

Henri shook his head.

“Use your words.” Rocky ran his fingers over Henri’s other nipple. He arched into the touch, crying out as he had before.

Henri couldn’t take it anymore. He needed some sort of pressure on his cock. When he reached down, Rocky grabbed his hand. “That’s mine.”

“Please, Rocky.” Henri wasn’t so far gone he was in tears, but he was close. He wanted more than Rocky was giving him. It drove him mad. But he loved everything Rocky did, even when he made Henri beg.

Based on Rocky’s knowing smile, he knew the effect he had on Henri.

Rocky had given Henri everything he’d asked for. Every time he wanted sex, Rocky hadn’t hesitated. And he didn’t make very many demands. Rocky taking charge didn’t surprise him. He’d been dominant every time they had sex, but to a much lesser degree.

Rocky’s expression showed his desperate need and his uneven breathing. Henri bet his heart rate had increased. Rocky’s cock was a hard outline in his boxer briefs.

“Tell me if you knew your nipples were so sensitive first. Afterward, I’ll kiss your pretty cock. I promise.” Rocky ran a finger across Henri’s left nipple the entire time he spoke.

Henri couldn’t breathe. He managed to squeak out a response, although it was unintelligible.

Rocky leaned down, kissing his cheek.

Henri chased the kiss. Rocky licked across Henri’s open lips. He pulled away almost as soon as he started, whispering in Henri’s ear. “Be a good boy now, so I can reward you later.”

Henri tried to speak, but Rocky began giving the other nipple attention.

“Focus on your words.” Rocky’s advice was ridiculous. Henri had no words. They went right out of his mind each time Rocky touched him.

“Didn’t know.” Did everyone react the same way he did when someone touched them in certain spots? He felt as though he were on the verge of burning up. That need to come built in his core. He’d come without touching his cock.

Rocky kissed Henri’s neck where his mating mark was. “You didn’t know what?”

“Ni-nipples.” It was the only word he could get out because Rocky never once stopped his sensual assault on Henri’s body. “Please. Gonna come.”

Rocky growled. “If you do, I’ll spank your sweet ass.”

Rocky laid his hand flat on Henri’s chest.

Henri wasn’t sure he’d like a spanking, but the idea of getting punished by Rocky ignited a flame. It made his cock throb.

Rocky smiled. “You would like it if I bent you over on my lap, wouldn’t you?”

Henri nodded. He was too far gone to feel any sort of embarrassment. All he knew was that he burned with need.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t think about anything. Words came rushing out as if he needed to spew them at Rocky. “I didn’t know about my nipples. Please touch me. My cock. And my…inside me too.”

“You’ve never touched them yourself?” Rocky trailed his hand down Henri’s chest. He bypassed Henri’s cock and cupped his balls.

Henri moaned, opening his legs to give Rocky better access. “It-it doesn’t feel the same as-as when you do it.”

Henri sucked in a breath when Rocky rubbed a finger around his hole.

Rocky growled. “No one else has touched you there?”

“No one but you.” Henri didn’t want anyone else touching him anywhere. “Forever.”

“Good boy.” Rocky reached past Henri and pulled the nightstand drawer open. He grabbed an unopened bottle of lube, but didn’t open it right away, laying it next to Henri’s hip. He ran his hand along Henri’s cock, gripping it.

When Rocky kissed the tip of his cock, Henri sucked in a breath.

“Don’t come, baby.” Rocky said right before he took Henri’s cock between his lips.

The wet heat went straight to his balls. He could feel the buildup in his core and knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge.

“Stop.” Henri gripped Rocky’s hair, trying to keep him still. “Please. Don’t. I’m gonna…if you do.”

A part of Henri hoped Rocky would let him come. He wouldn’t mind the punishment later. But he wanted to last long enough for Rocky to get inside him.

Rocky must have wanted it too, because he pulled off. His hands shook when he opened the lube, but he got some on his fingers. He took the time to warm it before pushing a finger inside Henri. And then he took Henri’s cock into his mouth again and held it there for what seemed like forever.

The pleasure was overwhelming. The wet heat drove Henri crazy. He hadn’t ever felt anything like it before.

He was addicted to Rocky’s touch. Rocky had flipped a switch their first time. The way Rocky made love would max Henri out. He’d never want to leave Rocky’s bed. He’d never wear clothes again because they got in the way. And Rocky would be right there, making his body sing.

When Rocky touched his prostate, Henri lost his mind. It set him on fire. He’d burn out of control soon. He’d burn them both up. Henri lifted his hips, wanting Rocky to rub against his happy place some more. He wanted to feel fuller and for Rocky to go deeper.

Rocky gave him what he wanted, adding another finger, fucking him faster and deeper each time. Every thrust hit Henri in just the right way.

“Oh, gods. Please. Inside.” There went his words again.

He was so close. He wouldn’t be able to hold back for very much longer.

“I love it when you beg,” Rocky growled. He pulled his fingers out and pushed his underwear down, taking them off.

Henri opened his legs, making room for Rocky.

Rocky positioned himself.

Henri breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his weight. Then Rocky’s blunt tip pressed against him.

Henri closed his eyes when the pressure made him feel full. “You’re big.”

“Look at me.” Rocky sounded as if he were talking while running.

Henri opened his eyes, meeting Rocky’s gaze.

“Are you okay?”

Henri nodded but then caught himself, knowing Rocky would want a verbal answer. “I feel full. But it’s good.”

“Tell me when I can move.” Rocky kissed Henri as if he wanted to take Henri’s mind off the way Rocky’s cock filled him. And Henri didn’t want to think about anything else.

You feel good inside me. I like the fullness.

Rocky stopped kissing Henri and moaned as he rocked into him. He gave Henri time to get used to him. But Henri wanted it faster. He didn’t want Rocky to hold back.

“More. Faster. Please.”

Rocky picked up the pace, thrusting into Henri as if he meant it. It was what Henri needed.

Each push rubbed his prostate. When he pulled out, it was a little jolt of electricity. Henri had never felt so much concentrated pleasure in his life.

Rocky lay on him, providing friction on Henri’s cock with each thrust.

Henri felt the buildup in his core before his muscles tightened around Rocky’s cock, trying to keep Rocky inside. Warm wetness coated their abdomens.

“Mate. My mate.” Rocky bit him. It was unexpected. Henri cried out and then cursed.

Henri wasn’t sure how he’d come again so soon. It should have been impossible. But the white-hot pleasure hit him, doubly so the second time around.

He was so into his own pleasure he almost missed when Rocky came.

Mine.

I’m yours.They belonged to each other.

Rocky grunted and stilled inside him, pressing in as far as he could go. And then he sighed, relaxing on Henri. He licked across the mating mark and then buried his face in Henri’s neck.

Henri clung to Rocky, trying to come down from the high. His body felt loose but strung out at the same time. He couldn’t have moved even if Rocky wasn’t lying on top of him. He was pretty sure his muscles had liquified during his second orgasm.

“Am I too heavy?”

“You feel good.” He loved how Rocky’s weight made him feel protected. He could pretend he didn’t have a care in the world.

Rocky pushed his softening cock inside. “So do you. I don’t want to leave.”

Henri chuckled. “Physiologically, it’s impossible. You’ll soften and slip out of me.”

“Science be damned.”

Henri sucked in a breath, trying to act as though Rocky’s comment offended him, but he couldn’t help but chuckled. “You can’t damn science.”

“Just did.” Rocky growled playfully and bit Henri. “I’m comfortable right here.”

Henri squirmed, trying to get away because Rocky’s kisses tickled. “Rocky.”

“I’ll get hard again and come back home.” The way he whispered it, as if he viewed Henri as home, made Henri’s heart fill to overflowing.

Henri tightened his hold. “I want that too.”

“Speaking of home. You have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” How could Rocky think about anything but wanting a repeat of what they’d done?

“What?”

“You have to clean the spare bedroom.”

Henri groaned. “I don’t want to think about it right now. Or ever. It’s too much.”

“You’ll get a reward.”

“Aren’t the shelves reward enough?”

Rocky chuckled. When he rolled onto his side, his cock fell out. He took Henri with him, holding him tight. “You’d think.”

“I want to be rewarded with sex.” Henri liked the idea. “Can we do it again tonight though? I don’t want to wait.”

“Do you want to shower with me? Then maybe we can watch something sexy.”

“Like porn.” Henri hadn’t ever watched it before. It might be fun to watch with Rocky.

Rocky chuckled again. “I was thinking more like Magic Mike or Thor, but whatever you want.”

“Thor is sexy. You resemble him a bit. But like the bad boy version.”

Rocky smacked him on the ass lightly. “How many times have you watched those movies?”

It didn’t hurt, but Henri wasn’t expecting it. He sucked in a breath. “A few.”

“How many is a few?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t counted.” Henri had a great idea. “We should get you a Thor costume.”

Rocky chuckled. “Maybe.”

It wasn’t a no. He might talk Rocky into it. Maybe he could talk Rocky into other things, too.

Henri settled in, closing his eyes. He was just thinking about falling asleep when Rocky pulled him off the bed. He held Henri, wrapping a blanket around them before leaving the room. No one was in the hall, so they made it into the bathroom unseen.