Autumn Feast - Charlie Richards Page 0,8

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Agnoroth grinned widely at Kristof. He leaned forward, resting his weight on his left hand and held up his other. “Don’t move, my mate,” he warned gruffly.

Then... his hand changed.

The fair skin of his hand and wrist paled as scales that appeared almost iridescent coated his skin. His fingers curled. From his fingertips grew long, white, lethal-looking claws.

When Agnoroth rested his claws on his stomach, Kristof sucked in a harsh breath.

“Relax,” Agnoroth crooned. “You are safe.”

“I-I know,” Kristof immediately replied. Yanking his gaze from the dragon claw on his body, he met Agnoroth’s pale blue eyes. “Ravish me.”

Agnoroth grinned broadly, showing slightly sharper than normal teeth. “Gladly.”

Then the sound of tearing fabric filled the room as Agnoroth rent Kristof’s clothes from his body. The sight of his new lover’s claws scraping over his skin combined with the light feel of their tips moving across his flesh. Kristof’s breathing sped up as tingles erupted over every inch of his skin, right down to his toes.

By the time his clothes lay in tatters around his body, Kristof nearly levitated off the bed, his body felt such need.

With his cock throbbing and twitching, tapping and leaking against his abdominals, Kristof whimpered, “A-Agnoroth, please!”

Agnoroth grabbed the lube as his hand changed back to normal. “Gladly.”

Chapter Five

Never in his wildest dreams had Agnoroth thought his mate would beg so beautifully. The way Kristof responded to his touch, how he moved and shuddered, enflamed his blood. His dick ached with his need as he poured a large dollop of lube onto his fingers.

“Roll over,” Agnoroth demanded. As much as he wanted to see Kristof’s face while ravishing him, he knew his control was damn near shot. Mounting his mate would be easier for their first time together, especially with his length.

“Hell yeah.” Kristof swiftly obeyed, lifting his legs and turning. He drew his knees under him as he spread them, resting his weight on his elbows and arching his body. “Take me. God, I need you to pound my ass so bad.”

Pleased at his mate’s enthusiasm and acceptance, Agnoroth gripped Kristof’s ass cheek and gently pulled it away from the other. He teased his slicked finger over his human’s star, causing the man to twitch in his hold. When he pressed lightly, Kristof attempted to push back against him, obviously trying to hurry him along.

Seeing no reason to tease, Agnoroth quickly shoved his long finger deep into Kristof’s chute. He held it there a few heartbeats, then pulled it free before repeating the move. Quickly working up to two, then three, Agnoroth reveled in the noises pouring from Kristof’s mouth.

“Gods of the sky, the noises you make,” Agnoroth muttered as he eased his fingers out of his mate. Gripping his dick, he slathered himself with the rest of the lube. “Gonna take you and make you scream.”

Agnoroth sucked in a harsh gasp, the feel of his hand on himself and the gorgeous view before him causing the blood in his balls to boil. Moaning, he gripped the base of his prick and squeezed... hard.

At the same time, Agnoroth guided his crown to Kristof’s stretched star.

“Now, now, now,” Kristof chanted, somehow managing to cant his hips even higher in invitation.

Unable to wait an instant longer, Agnoroth pushed. His groan of pleasure upon feeling the tight clamp on his flared head nearly drowned out Kristof’s moan. Rubbing up and down Kristof’s spine with one hand, he gripped his lover’s hip with his other.

Then Agnoroth sank deep, deep into his forever mate.

Agnoroth’s heart soared as Kristof’s hot, willing body enveloped him. His pulse rushed through him, making spots dance before his vision. Even his hands trembled with his need to rut.

Once Agnoroth had his groin pressed flush to Kristof’s body, he levered over his mate. He rested his weight on his left hand as he wrapped his right arm around his man’s waist and rubbed over his ripped abdominals. Nibbling at Kristof’s tendon, Agnoroth relished the feel of coming together for the first time.

“God, Ag,” Kristof muttered, turning his head and offering him more room. “You reach so deep. Damn!”

“Want to stay here forever.” Agnoroth felt as if the words were ripped from him, but he wouldn’t deny them. He couldn’t. “My mate,” he whined, licking up Kristof’s neck.

Kristof moaned, his chute muscles rippling along Agnoroth’s length. “Need you to fuck me, Ag.”

Agnoroth growled, only too happy to obey. “Would do anything for you, Kristof, my mate, my forever.” As soon as his crown tugged at his mate’s ring,