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“Well?” I took a step back and held out an arm. “Let’s go then.”

With tentative fingers, Quill hooked his arm through mine, the contact causing another spark between us. I smiled, pulling him away from his dorm building and toward my own. My body was buzzing with so much joy that I thought I might lift off the pavement right there.

Spending the night with my mate was exactly what I needed.

Chapter 16

Aeron

We were barely through my door before Quill’s hands were all over me. I might’ve also had my hands up under his shirt too.

His skin was warm beneath my palms, and I couldn’t resist running my hands up the smooth expanse of his back. He gasped against my mouth, his fingers grabbing at my horns as he pulled me closer. The kiss was desperate, hungry, and absolutely nothing like the careful, controlled one I’d just given him outside. This was lust, pure and unfiltered.

I kicked the door shut behind us and immediately pressed him against the wall nearest to it, pinning him there with my body. He didn’t resist. Instead, he arched into me, his hips grinding forward in a way that made my cock throb painfully in my jeans.

“Fuck,” I breathed against his neck, trailing kisses down the column of his throat. “I’ve been thinking about this for three days, Red.”

“Me too,” he admitted, his voice rough with desire. “God, I hate how much I want this.”

I pulled back just far enough to look at him, to see the conflict still warring in those beautiful green eyes of his. But underneath the conflict was undeniable desire. His lips were swollen from kissing, his hair was a mess from my hands, and he looked absolutely wrecked already.

“You don’t have to hate it,” I murmured, brushing a strand of red hair away from his forehead. “You’re allowed to want me.”

“Am I though?” he asked, but he was already pulling my shirt over my head before I could answer. “Because this feels like a really bad idea.”

I let him undress me, let him run his hands over my chest and shoulders like he was mapping out territory. My scales prickled under his touch, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control. Everything about him made my dragon side roar with possessive need.

“The best ones usually do,” I said, reaching down to unbutton his jeans.

He didn’t stop me. Instead, he helped, pushing the denim down his hips along with his underwear until his cock sprang free. It was already hard, flushed dark with arousal, and I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees right there against the wall.

“Aeron, wait—” he started, but I was already taking him into my mouth.

He tasted like salt and musk and lust. I worked him slowly at first, letting him adjust to the feel of my mouth around him. His hands immediately went to my horns, his fingers curling around them carefully like he was afraid of hurting me. The sensation sent electricity racing down my spine.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, his hips thrusting forward slightly. “Your mouth is—God, that feels fucking incredible.”

I hummed around his cock, the vibration making him gasp. I’d been dreaming about this since the night of the ward breach, about having him like this again. But this time, I wasn’t going to rush it. This time, I was going to take my time and make absolutely sure he understood exactly how much I wanted him.

I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice gravelly. “I want you to cum down my throat, Red. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded frantically, unable to form words. I took that as permission and went back to work, setting a steady rhythm that had him trembling against the wall. His fingers tightened on my horns, not painful but insistent, like he needed something to anchor himself to.

“I’m close,” he warned, his breathing becoming more ragged. “I’m so fucking close⁠—”

I doubled down, relaxing my throat to take him deeper, and that was all it took. He came with a strangled cry, his cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.

When he finally stopped shaking, I pulled back and looked up at him. His head was thrown back against the wall, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. He looked absolutely blissed out.

“Come here,” I said, standing up and pulling him away from the wall.

I guided him toward my bed, but before we could reach it, he pushed me backward instead, sending me sprawling onto the mattress. He followed me down, straddling my hips with a determined expression on his face.

“My turn,” he said, his voice low and full of promise.

He started at my chest, kissing and licking his way down my body. Every touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through me. When he reached my cock, which was already leaking an alarming amount of pre-cum, he didn’t hesitate. He took me into his mouth with the same enthusiasm I’d shown him, and I had to grip the sheets to keep from losing control completely.

“Shit, Red,” I groaned, my hips thrusting upward slightly. “You’re way too good at that.”