Seduced by the Tide
Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…
Bryan has never met anyone like Deke, a consuming lover with a body so arousing it damn near hurts. And he knows how to use every inch of it. Yet he can't shake the feeling that Deke is hiding something. Just not this—the stud he's falling for is a centuries-old dragon who has marked him as a mate.
Bryan has to admit that something inside him is changing. For the first time ever, he's satisfied, body and soul. If Deke really is telling the truth, this could be his destiny—if he's ready to face it.
Book two in the Dragon Soul series
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It was the sunshine that woke Deke, warm on his back. Not as warm as the body he was curled around, though. No, Bryan was hot, and fit so damn well in his arms. Like the man was made to be there.
He tried not to think about that. He wasn’t ready to believe that Bryan was his soul mate. What were the odds that he and his brother would find their mates within months of each other? He’d bet the odds were even worse that said soul mates would be neighbors. In fact, he bet those odds were astronomical. So he ignored it.
A glance at the clock informed him that they’d overslept—there would be no seven am departure as it was already half past eight. Of course, that didn’t mean they couldn’t still go.
He patted Bryan’s belly to wake him gently.
Maybe they could go after they made love.
He rocked forward, his cock sliding between Bryan’s legs, nudging the soft balls.
He woke up hard every morning, but there was something extra about this morning’s wood. This was wood with intent.
Oh fuck. That was actually pretty funny and Deke found himself laughing.
“‘S funny?” Bryan blinked awake. “Christ, what time is it? I never sleep so long.”
“I was just thinking about my morning wood and how it wasn’t just a piss-hard-on this morning.” He kissed the teeth marks on Bryan’s shoulder. Jesus, they’d been wild last night. “And you slept in because I tired you out.”
“You totally did. Lord.” Bryan stretched up tall, his back popping and creaking.
He ran his hands along Bryan’s side, his belly, enjoying the play of muscles beneath his fingers. “I’d like to do it all over again.”
“Your balls aren’t sore?” Bryan groaned, hips rolling back into him.
“Only in the I can’t wait to take you again way. Are yours?” He matched Bryan’s movements, loving the sensation of that ass along his shaft.
“If they are, they’re a good sore.”
Deke nodded. That he would buy. “So what do you feel like this morning? A little pump action? Use of hands only or should one of us flip and make it a sixty-nine?”
“A little pump action?” Bryan chuckled, body rocking against his.
“Yep.” Deke demonstrated, pumping his hips back and forth against Bryan’s ass. “Pump action.”
Bryan grunted, bucking back against him.
“Mmm. Pump action it is.” Deke looked for the lube, finding the tube at the edge of the bed, half under his pillow. He slicked two of his fingers up and slipped them into Bryan’s ass.
“You...damn. You come prepared.”
“Hey, it’s your lube, baby. I came totally unprepared.” He curled his fingers inside Bryan’s body.
“Uhn.” The sound was sharp, needy, a little surprised.
He curled his fingers again, then again, loving the immediate strong response.
“I don’t-oh fuck. Please. That feels so good. Please.”
“You don’t what, baby?” It couldn’t be fuck, because it was patently obvious that Bryan did indeed fuck.
“I don’t know. I’m not usually so easy.”
“I’m not complaining. Do you hear me complaining? No, you don’t.” Deke continued to fingerfuck Bryan, warming him up and opening him up at the same time. He tapped the little gland deep inside his baby boy, again and again, jonesing on the low cries.
Finally, he wanted in badly enough that he pulled his fingers away and pressed inside. He loved the way Bryan immediately pushed back against him.
He did love a hungry lover with a tight little ass.
Groaning, he began moving, shoving deep into Bryan with long motions. The muscles rippled around his prick, milking him and making him gasp.
“So good, Bryan. You’re a wonderful cockhound.”
“I-” Bryan shivered and shook around him, so needy, so wanton.
“Compliment, baby, I promise.” He didn’t think there was a thing wrong with loving cock and fucking, sucking—they were all good things in his book.
“Thank you? Oh fuck. You feel good.”
It got him off, how surprised Bryan sounded.
They got a good rhythm going, working together to get him as deep as possible. Even their breathing started matching as they panted through the best work in the world.
He made a loose tunnel with his fingers, giving Bryan a hint of sensation, but no real pressure. He wanted them both focused on his cock and Bryan’s ass, on the magic they could make together with just a few strokes.
Bryan’s ass held him in the best possible way, cradled his prick, worked it.
Moaning, he increased the pace, and the intensity, plugging Bryan with strong thrusts. Bryan reached down and tried to squeeze Deke’s fingers tighter around his cock. Instead of tightening his fingers, Deke let go to brush Bryan’s hand away.
“You’ll take it how I give it to you, baby.”
“I don’t play like that.” But Bryan’s ass clenched, working his prick like a fist.
He groaned and clenched his teeth in an effort to keep from shooting too soon. “I’m not playing here. I’m making love to you. The way I say I am.”
Bryan’s response was a soft, hungry little moan. God, he loved that. He also loved that though Bryan’s initial reaction was to deny he liked this kind of thing, he wasn’t trying to stop it, letting his body have control.
Deke rocked harder, then held his hand above Bryan’s cock so that every time he pushed in, the tip of Bryan’s prick bumped against his palm.
Sharp little grunts met every touch. Excellent. He reached up with his other hand and pinched Bryan’s nipple, hard.
Bryan convulsed and shot, bearing down and squeezing his cock so tightly as he did so. Deke shouted at the sensation and came, filling Bryan’s ass in several long pulses.
His entire body wanted to bite again, to make another claim. He wrapped his lips around Bryan’s shoulder, worrying the warm, smooth skin with his teeth.
He could feel the heat there, right beneath the surface from the bruise he’d drawn the night before. He couldn’t resist, he had to bite again, so he did.
“Uhn.” Bryan jerked, rolling them so that Bryan was underneath him.
He was still hard, and Bryan was clearly still eager, so he pushed his knee along Bryan’s, spreading the one leg out, then began fucking again, driving himself into the best heat he’d ever felt.
“I can’t go again. I can’t. My ass will never recover.” Still, Bryan slammed back against him.
“We’re going out—you won’t feel this again until later tonight.” This had to do them until then.
He kept pushing into Bryan’s heat, their skin slapping together.
“Uh-huh. Harder.” Demanding baby. He loved it.
He slammed in, giving it to Bryan exactly how they both wanted it, the room filling with the sound of their grunting and moaning.
Mine. The word was strong and he pushed it away. Nonsense. He was just deep in lust.
He moved faster, pushing deeper to send them both to orgasm where nothing existed but the pleasure, but the need that burned between them.
The rest would dissolve in time.
He pushed his hand between Bryan’s body and the mattress, searching for one of the little nipples to play with. He found one, rubbing his fingers across it several times before he pinched it.
“Fuck! No more! No more nipple play.”
He didn’t listen. After all, he’d felt the way Bryan’s body had tightened around his cock the minute his fingers had gotten near the sensitive little tits. He pinched again, this time holding his fingers there, looking to turn it into a deep ache.
Bryan went wild underneath him, driving back against his cock like a prize pony. Who exactly had Bryan been trying to bullshit, telling him he didn’t want any nipple play—Deke or himself?
It didn’t matter, Deke knew now that deny it as he might, Bryan loved having his nipples touched.
He held on, squeezing rhythmically, never letting up for a second.
Bryan continued to cry out and to drive back into his touch, into his invasion, getting louder with every thrust.
The dark hair was wet with sweat, the lean body undulating faster, harder. He kept moving with Bryan, and they felt like a well-oiled machine, like they’d been doing this forever. He’d never felt so in sync so quickly with a lover before.
This was like loving a man he’d known his whole life. He didn’t examine the implications of it, he just went with it, enjoying every single second of their joining. He wanted it to last and last, but he needed to come, too, and it all twisted up together, coloring everything with hot pleasure.
“I’m stupid close, man. Really.”
“I know. I can feel it. Me too. We could do it together.” He timed a pinch to Bryan’s nipple with a bang up against Bryan’s gland.
“Fuck!” Hell yes. Close.
“This time,” he ordered, twisting as he bumped into Bryan’s sweet spot.
Sure as the sun rises, Bryan came, spunk spreading under him. The milking of his ass around Deke’s cock sent him over with Bryan, and he shot. The wonderful sensations rippled through him, fading slowly as he sank down onto Bryan’s back, still buried inside the hot hole.
He blinked, dozy again, the world swinging lazily.
He shifted them, so he was spooning up against Bryan’s back again, his shaft still more or less buried, though he knew it would slip out as it softened and he figured that was okay.
“Nap for a bit, baby? The beach isn’t going anywhere.”
“I’ve slept more in the last day…” Bryan sighed, melting under him.
“Just a short nap, hmm? Then we’ll eat and ride.” If he didn’t take Bryan again. There was something about being buried inside the tight body that was simply… right.
The water would...Oh, next time he’d take Bryan in the tub. He had to wonder if Bryan had a pool.
“You got a pool, baby?” They could have a lot of fun in a pool.
“Uh-huh. In the back. Shae made a garden; I bought a pool.”
“Awesome. We can play together in it.” He patted Bryan’s shoulder, his fingers lingering over the marks he’d made.
“Sure. I love to swim. Love it.”
“Me too.” Like anyone couldn’t guess that from the fact he was a rescue diver for a living.
“Handy.” Bryan stretched and snuggled into him.
“Yeah, it is. I love the ocean best, though, so I really do want to go to the beach with you after we nap.”
“It’s a deal. Later.”
“Right. Nap now. Beach later. If we can keep our hands off each other.” And Deke wasn’t making any promises on that front.
Bryan’s answer was a low sigh, a soft snore.
Chuckling, Deke kissed Bryan’s head and settled in for a nice solid nap.
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