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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“Please, you know that’s just because we need sustenance before we get back to fucking again.”
Bryan snorted at him, flipped the bacon and grabbed a carton of eggs. “Scrambled or fried?”
“You decide, baby. I am in your hands.” He sat back, relaxing, watching every move that Bryan made. God, he did have it bad.
Bryan cracked a bunch of eggs and started stirring, ass rocking as he did. Deke licked his lips. He was pretty sure bacon and eggs would not keep, but he didn’t even care, anymore.
“Did you want toast too?”
“No, baby, I just want you. Take the bacon off and we’ll eat it as is before jumping each other’s bones.”
“The eggs?” He saw the flush climbing up Bryan’s spine.
“Throw ‘em back in the fridge, throw ‘em in the garbage, I don’t really care. Just get your ass over here.”
He got a look from under the dark fringe of hair, Bryan twisting to show off those perfect abs, hard little nips. “What?”
“Oh, you heard me, but I’ll say it again. Get your fucking ass over here right now. Or I’ll have to come get you.” And that had an appeal of its own.
“I’m cooking eggs.”
Oh, a challenge. How fucking hot was that?
“If you put them on that stove they’re going to go to waste, I promise you.” All his muscles tightened, getting him ready to spring.
That was more than he needed to pounce, to wrap around his baby and plaster himself against Bryan’s back.
“Put. Down. The. Eggs. Turn. Off. The. Stove. And. Back. Away. From. The. Stove.” He punctuated each word, alternating between swats and bites.
Bryan’s hand was trembling as he reached out and turned off all the burners on the stove.
“Not a boy.”
“You’re my boy.” Everything in him was saying that, no matter how much he tried to ignore it or push it aside.
His teeth sank into the curve of Bryan’s shoulder, hard enough to bruise, and he drove against Bryan’s ass. He wrapped his hands around Bryan’s waist and tugged him back to meet him as he rubbed. “Gonna bend you over the counter and take your ass.”
He rubbed a circle around Bryan’s ass, pushing in hard. Take his ass, redden his ass, make him scream.
Stepping back, he pulled down Bryan’s sweats, and then his own. It made him growl a little, seeing Bryan’s naked ass. His. That was his. He reached out and grabbed Bryan’s ass, squeezed it hard.
“Spread for me, boy. Push your ass back toward me.”
Groaning, Bryan did what he asked without hesitation, without complaining about being called boy again, and that lovely butt pushed out, begging for him.
He swatted one ass cheek hard. “This is mine.”
Bryan didn’t answer, so he said it again, smacking the opposite cheek this time. Another groan sounded and Bryan pushed his ass farther back. Deke took advantage and began to spank Bryan, swatting his ass again and again.
“Look at you, dancing for me, asking for this.” He ached with how hot Bryan was. “I’m going to make your tanned ass look red, and then I’m going to take it, feel the heat of you against my hips as I fuck you.”
Bryan cried out, legs parted, balls swinging with each sway.
“So fucking hot, boy. You set me on fire.” He could feel the heat growing between his hand and Bryan’s ass as he continued spanking.
He snapped his fingers against Bryan’s crack, catching the tiny hole, and his boy stood up, going tall. He grabbed Bryan’s ass again and squeezed.
Bryan did and he groaned, pushing at the still swollen hole, Bryan was still slick and stretched from the night before.
He tapped it again, letting his fingers bounce off the swollen ring. The heat was incredible, and he wanted inside. Like desperately. Like they hadn’t already made love a hundred times over.
“Deke. Come on, man.”
“Are you begging me to fuck you?” He could enjoy a little begging.
“Encouraging,” Bryan countered.
Deke laughed at that, lining his cock up with Bryan’s hole and pressing against it without breaching it. “I should probably lube my cock up, if nothing else.”
“Uh-huh.” Still Bryan pressed back toward him.
“It’s in the bedroom,” he noted. “And we’re in the kitchen.”
“We are. Come on. I need you. Now.”
He chuckled, but it wasn’t funny how badly he needed to push forward and sink into Bryan’s body. Groaning, he went ahead and did it. If he was hurting Bryan, his boy would tell him.
When he pushed in, he discovered his boy was slick, ready for his cock. Oh. Oh, sweet slutty man!
“Naughty, naughty baby.” He pushed all the way in until his hips pressed up against Bryan’s ass.
“M-me?” Bryan moaned, head falling back against him.
“Totally you.” He pulled out, then shoved back in again, burying himself in the most perfect place on earth.
He established a nice, solid rhythm, opening Bryan’s hole again and again. Fuck, it was good, perfect.
Bryan was white-knuckled against the counter, holding on to meet his thrusts. He added his strength, pulling Bryan back into the cradle of his hips and staying deep, rocking hard, rolling his prick against Bryan’s gland.
He did it over and over, trying to drive Bryan higher than ever.
“Damn. You rock my world, Deke. I swear.”
“Ditto, baby. Absofuckinglutely ditto.”
Bryan moaned, ass clenching around his cock.
“Fuck!” He rocked faster, slamming in now and bashing up against Bryan’s gland.
“Yes.” Bryan’s cry was soft, but the pressure around his cock sure wasn’t.
He sped his movements, settling into a strong rhythm, and Bryan took every single inch of him. Still he wanted more, and he moved harder, needing to be buried deep inside his boy.
“Need you.” The simple words rocked him, all the way to the bone.
“Got me.” He was right fucking here, pounding into Bryan, making them one.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead between Bryan’s shoulderblades. Then he bit at one, teeth sinking in and staying there, holding on.
“Fuck!” Bryan’s ass worked him like a fist.
That’s what they were doing, in spades. With biting included. He roared around the flesh in his mouth, his fingers tightening on Bryan’s hips. He’d be leaving bruises there.
He swore he could feel Bryan’s heartbeat, pounding around him, through him. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted to do this forever. For fucking ever.
Oh fuck. There was no way he could deny it now. He slammed in harder, snaking one hand around to grab Bryan’s cock. He pulled it, stroking like he was trying to light a fire.
It didn’t take long before his baby was screaming, begging him for more, for harder, for everything.
He gave it, he gave Bryan everything he could, driving them both higher and higher. This was his bonded. His soul mate. His own.
He couldn’t deny it or push it to the back of his head any longer. He roared again, the pleasure huge.
Bryan’s scream joined his, their passion knitting together.
“Come for me,” he demanded. “Come on my cock.”
With those words, his lover shot, holding his prick in deep. He roared again as Bryan milked his cock and he came, filling his boy with his come, marking Bryan deep inside.
His. His baby. His own.
He stayed buried inside Bryan, resting his head against the hot, sweaty back as he panted, working to catch his breath.
“Yes.” He couldn’t deny that. He didn’t want to. It had been amazing. “Never felt anything like it before.”
They were both so screwed. Eventually in a great way, he was sure, but in the meantime, not so much.
He pushed the thought away, wanting to enjoy the afterglow. He breathed in deeply, smelling the sweat on their bodies, his boy scent strong and male and wonderful.
Of course, the bacon smelled pretty damn good, too. His stomach growled loudly and he snorted. “Is that bacon still good?” It didn’t smell like it had burnt but he had no clue if the heat was still on under it or not.
“It is. Cook the eggs and I’ll go clean up. I’m a mess.”
He licked a line along Bryan’s spine. “I could do that. You want them scrambled?” Because it didn’t seem to matter how he set out to make them, they always wound up scrambled.
“They’re already scrambled, man. Just throw them on the heat.”
“Oh, cool. That’ll work.” He turned Bryan around and took a hard kiss. Then he made himself push Bryan away, smack that amazing ass. “Go on. The food’ll be ready in five minutes.”
“I’ll be cleaned up in less than that.”
He looked Bryan up and down. “Just making sure I commit dirty you to memory.” He chuckled as he turned his attention to the stove.
“You’re a butthead. Good thing I like you.”
His chuckles turned into outright laughter as he turned on the burner under the frying pan and poured in the eggs.
He really wished time would just stop and he wouldn’t have to go back to work or tell Bryan that he was a dragon and Bryan was bound to him now. Well, Bryan had kind of been tied to him to start with, what with being his soul mate and all.
He was going to have to talk to Jake again about divulging the secrets of the Beteferoce family to someone who didn’t even know dragons existed. In the meantime, he was going to have breakfast with his man and then make love to the man all over again.
He’d deal with the complications later, right? Right.
Today he’d just revel in what they had together.
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