His dragon roared. She is perfect, will always be perfect, and she is ours. Brand her, quickly, so no one will snatch her away from us.
The words tickled a memory, but as Kiyana moved her hips faster, he forgot about everything except her sweet, hot pussy gripping and stroking him.
His balls tightened, and he knew it wouldn't be long. However, his female hadn't come yet. She should come first. She
always should.
He snaked a hand down and rubbed her hard little clit in circles, loving how her hips bucked when he found the combination of pressure and movement she liked best.
But then Kiyana gripped him even tighter, and it took every bit of strength he possessed not to let go and brand her with his seed.
Sweat trailed down his neck from the strain, and he wondered how much longer he could hold out.
However, Kiyana's pussy gripped and released his cock as she cried out into his mouth. Alistair finally let go, exploding into his female with such force he couldn't do more than lay there and let it happen.
When she'd milked every last drop from him, Alistair pulled her down and held her against his chest. His dragon hummed in the background, for once too tired to say anything.
He and Kiyana lay there, breathing heavily until her delicious voice filled the room. "I should probably clean up before Logan stops by with the cot."
Alistair pulled Kiyana tighter against his chest. "No. I don't want you to leave."
She snorted. "If I stay like this for days, that can't be sanitary."
Moving a hand down, he lightly slapped her arse. "I didn't say days."
"Are you sure? Dragon-shifters tend to want to keep their mates close, from what I've seen."
"Aye, but we all have lives to lead. And the sooner I can leave this hospital room and start my life with you, the better."
Kiyana raised her head to meet his gaze. "Does the true-mate thing make you so sure?"
He brushed some hair off her cheek. "Recognizing a fated mate is just the first step. It's up to me and my dragon to make it work."
"And what about me? I can't imagine doing whatever I please and not driving you away screaming."
He slowly stroked her lower back. "I somehow doubt even your worst would be all that bad. You spent the last three months trying to help me. And not just me, but I heard a little from the nurses about your idea with the DDA Director."
She shrugged. "There wasn't much for me to do to help you, so I merely focused on carrying out your dream."
As he stared into Kiyana’s dark eyes, he wondered how she'd come to mean so much to him so quickly.
His dragon finally awoke from his dozing. You pushed people away for so long. Once you stopped doing that, it's easy to care and love someone.
What he wouldn't give to tell Kiyana how he felt.
However, it was much too soon.
Before he could think of how to change the topic, she stated, "Your pupils changed again. Tell me what your dragon said."
Just as he opened his mouth to do so, Logan walked into the room. The dragonman clicked his tongue and said, "Och, and now I'm going to have to separate you two. Alistair can't be getting excited just yet."
He didn't release Kiyana. "She's my mate and she's not going anywhere."
Logan raised his brows. "So does that mean I need to fetch a chastity belt of some sort for you to wear, Alistair?" He glared and Logan grinned. "That's a yes, aye?"
Kiyana laughed and sat up. It was probably the only time in his life Alistair was glad she was still dressed. Kiyana said, "No, no, we'll behave. I was just helping his dragon, is all."
Logan's gaze shot straight to his. "Your dragon is awake and you didn't call us?"