Claws (Shifter Rescue 2) (3 page)

“My belly aches with need.”

“Are you sure you’re not just still hungry?” Drill asked.

“It doesn’t feel like hungry.”

Drill smiled. “No, I didn’t think it was. I was teasing.”

“Oh. Play. I like to play.”

His words made Drill chuckle and nod. “I’ve noticed. I like playing too. With you.”

“With me.” Az liked the sound of that.

“Uh-huh.” Drill stood, holding on to him, carrying him back toward the big bed.

So strong.

Az nuzzled in, licking at Drill’s neck. He could feel Drill’s cock reacting to his touches. It was easy, to push back, rock in and rub. Drill laid him down on the bed and rubbed down against him. Az took one deep breath after another, moaning low. Drill pulled in Az’s little finger into the hot mouth.

“Keeper…” Az’s head fell back.

Drill bit, teeth sharp and sudden, then began to suck again.

“Biting me!”

“Uh-huh. You like it?” Drill did it again.

“Keeper, please. I…” He didn’t know what to do.

Drill took another finger in and bit it, too. Then the suction began once more. Az felt drugged, lost, his heart racing. The bites and sucking continued, one finger after the other.

“Keeper. I might cry.”

Drill raised his head and looked at him. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” He didn’t understand.

“Are you sad?”

“No. No, Keeper.” It was a good day.

“Are you hurting?” Drill asked.

“No. Aching.”

“Then it’s okay.” Drill bit his thumb next.

“Yes? Okay.” He believed in his keeper.

“Uh-huh.” Drill licked Az’s thumb, over and over.

Tension built up inside Az, every inch of him wanting to shake. Drill’s gaze held his as each of his fingers was nibbled on, bitten, licked and sucked. Wild tears started falling, spilling over his cheeks. Drill began to lick them away. Az didn’t understand what was happening to his body, but he trusted in Drill.

The licks became sucking kisses and Az melted into the sheets, focused only on Drill’s lips. His keeper kept touching him, kept making his skin sing. His nerves sang the song, buzzing under his skin. It was huge, almost too big and he didn’t see how his skin could stay on.

Oh. Oh, how awful would that be, to lose your skin?

A bite to the pad of his thumb distracted him from his thoughts, bringing him right back to what his keeper was doing. His gaze landed on Drill, the huge body muscled and heavy, perfect against him. Smiling, Drill licked from Az’s wrist all the way up to the top of his index finger. His eyelids fluttered, the sensations making him dizzy.

“I think I’m going to have to taste you all over,” Drill whispered.

“I’ll explode.”

“You already have.” Drill’s grin was positively wicked.

That smile made him laugh too, made the pit of his stomach ache. The next thing Drill tasted were his lips, Drill’s tongue tracing them.

“Is it always so big with your keeper?” Az asked.

“I hope so, Az. I would like it to be and I will work to make sure it is.”

“Is it big for you?” Az hoped so.

“Bigger than anything has ever been, Az. I’m a keeper of a dragon -- how could it not be huge?”

“You’re the keeper of Az.”

Drill smiled and nodded. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

He threw his arms wide, offering himself totally. “Yours!”

Laughing, Drill pounced on him. He rolled them across the big bed, their bodies sliding and bumping along.

“I want to be inside you.” Drill’s fingers touched Az’s hole.

“Inside?” He didn’t understand.

“Yes. Here.” Drill touched his hole again, sending tingles through his body.

“I don’t…” His legs spread, his curiosity huge.

“No, you wouldn’t have been taught that yet. I’m going to teach you, though.” Drill touched him there another time.

“A hard lesson?”

“Well, I’ll be hard.” Drill brought Az’s hand down to his keeper’s need.

Az hummed, trilled softly and began to stroke.

“Oh, that’s nice. Not too much, though -- I need to be hard to take you.”

“Where are we going?” They’d just come to this new house.

“Not that kind of going.” Drill winked at him.

“Oh. Oh!” He liked to come and go.

Nodding, Drill kissed his nose. “You’re learning already.”

He tilted his head, took a hard kiss. “Yes!”

Laughing, Drill moved to settle between Az’s spread legs. Az wrapped his legs around his keeper and held on tight.

“You’re already making all the right moves.” Drill slid a finger across Az’s hole.

“Keeper…” That felt odd. Not a bad odd, though.

“Yes.” Drill pressed a little against him.

“I… I don’t know…” He’d never felt anything like that before.

“You don’t have to -- I do.”

“Yes, Keeper.” Az would believe.

“It’s going to feel amazing,” his keeper promised.

Az buried his face in Drill’s neck, lips open on his skin.

“Mmm. You feel good.” Drill’s rubbing, pushing motions continued on his hole.

“Good.” Did he? He felt a bit scared.

“Uh-huh. Love the feeling of your lips and breath on my skin.”

Az moaned, making sure to lick again and again.

“Yes, Az. Please, so good.”

Az did love praise of all kinds. As he licked, Drill stroked his hole. The touch gave him the quivering shivers. And Drill did it over and over.

“You’re touching me. I feel it everywhere.” Az had never felt anything so big.

“Good. I’m going to keep touching. I’m going to make it bigger.”

“Bigger.” Oh, dear.

“That’s right.” Drill pressed harder on his hole, the tip of his finger stretching Az open.

His body clenched tight, gripping that touch.

“Oh, so tight. You’re going to feel wonderful around my cock.” Drill moaned softly.

“Keeper? That is a very little spot.” Very. And his keeper’s cock was very big.

“It stretches to amazing width, my dragon.”

Az blinked. “It does?”

“Oh, yes.” Drill looked for something in the drawer in the little table by the bed.

Az watched, fascinated.

Drill picked up a bottle and brought it over, showed it to him.

“What is it?” Az asked.

“It’s called lube. It makes things slippery.” Drill opened it and pushed out some of the stuff, put it on Az’s fingers.

Az touched and laughed, bouncing a bit. “Slick!”

“Yes. It’ll make it easier for my fingers to slide inside you.”

“Easier.” That sounded good. Right.

“Yeah.” Drill put the slick on his own fingers and pressed them against Az’s hole again.

Az didn’t know what to do with his body, with his hands. One of Drill’s fingers pushed right into him. His body tried to jerk, but instead squeezed around the intruder.

“Mmm. So beautifully tight, my dragon.”

Az trilled softly, nervous and curious.

Drill rubbed their cheeks together. “Easy, Az. This will be good.”

“Good. Yes, Keeper. I am yours.”

“Your trust is very sexy, Az.”

Hopefully that was good. Very good.

The finger inside him pushed deeper, Drill wriggling it around. It felt so odd, so new, but not bad. Drill kissed one cheek, then the other, then rubbed them together, finger pushing even deeper.

““Keeper…” Oh, that felt… achy.

“I’m right here. Right here.” Drill looked down at him, the look in his eyes warm.

“It feels so new.”

“It is new. You’ve never done this before. But remember how good the sucking is.”

“Yes. I like to taste you.” Az liked sucking a lot.

“You’ll enjoy this, I promise.” Drill kissed his nose.

Az trusted, leaning back and spreading wide.

“Oh, so beautiful and trusting.” Drill spread him even wider, pushing a second finger in.

That didn’t burn -- just made him want to squeeze. In and out, Drill moved his fingers inside Az.

“I… I need more, Keeper.” Az didn’t quite believe it, but that was what his body was telling him.

Drill beamed down at him and slowly worked another finger into him.

“Oh…” Az’s head rolled on his neck, rocking from side to side.

The stretch was much bigger than just two fingers, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, it began to warm him, heat him deep inside. Drill thrust those fingers into him in a nice, steady rhythm. Az’s hips began to push up, meeting the thrusts.

“Mmm. That’s it. You’re such a natural, eager and sensual,” Drill told him.

The words didn’t mean anything and yet somehow, they meant everything, pouring over him. There was a warmth in Drill’s voice, something that connected with Az, made him feel good and right and special. Drill moved between his legs, a bigger pressure at his hole. Az inhaled, magic flaring behind his eyes, and he pushed back. Groaning, Drill began to spread him, not his keeper’s fingers, but… but his manhood?

His eyes went wide and he stared at Drill, needing reassurance.

Meeting his gaze, Drill gave it to him. “This is how men mate, Az. It’ll be so good. I promise.”

“Joining with you?”

“Yes. Becoming one.” Drill pushed in more, stretching him impossibly.

“Oh.” That Az understood. Joining.

More and more of Drill pushed into him. He didn’t think he could be so full, but he was. His body spread and trembled, the pressure inside him huge. His keeper began moving in the opposite direction, pulling all the way out. Then Drill started moving back into him. Az’s breath huffed out of him, harsh, heavy.

The in and out continued, Drill coming a little deeper inside him every time. Az didn’t know how to process, so he felt, soared. Flew. When he could feel his keeper’s balls hitting his ass, he knew instinctively Drill was inside him as much as he could go. He gripped Drill’s shoulders tight, digging in with his fingers. Groaning, Drill stayed right there, meeting his gaze.

“Keeper. Your own.” He belonged to Drill.

“Yes, Az. Mine.” Growling softly, Drill began to move again, out, then in.

They found a rhythm, steady, sure, strong and Drill kept Az’s gaze, not looking away. The world disappeared, the strands of magic wrapping them tighter and tighter together.

“My dragon,” Drill whispered.

Az groaned, a wild prayer in pure dragonspeech escaping him.

“Oh, beautiful,” murmured Drill.

The lines of magic shone, making them glow. His keeper thrust harder, filling him deeply and making their joining bigger.

“Love.” The word slipped from Az, and he liked how it felt in his lips.

Drill smiled so wide. “Yes.”

Yes. Yes. More. His hips rolled, sliding his body on Drill’s cock.

“Oh, fuck.” Drill moved faster, thrust harder.

Az met each thrust, adding his strength, his pleasure.

“Better than anything,” Drill told him.

He nodded, blinked. Better. Yes.

Their bodies came together, joining so deep and Az moaned, arched, fighting to get… something. Then Drill shifted and something inside him lit up. Seed poured from Az in a rush, and his lips opened and closed over and over as he came. Drill shouted and slammed into him a few times. Then he shouted again and filled Az inside with liquid heat.

Oh. Oh, the magic flared, slamming them together. Drill’s mouth covered his, and they breathed the same air.

Keeper
, he thought, and he heard Drill’s response.

Yes. Forever
.

Drill had never felt anything like it. Making love with Az was nothing short of magical. Quite literally. He was still buried inside his dragon, feeling joined in mind and spirit as well as body. It was quite amazing.

Az was whispering soft little words that meant everything and nothing all at once. Drill nuzzled, rubbing their cheeks together, their noses. He felt like he was melting into Az. Those bright blue eyes looked dazed, but they shone with happiness.

“My dragon.”

“Yours. Yours.” Az’s stomach rumbled violently, loudly.

Someone hadn’t finished his steak.

Drill chuckled. “I think it’s time to feed a different hunger.”

“Sorry. Sorry, I eat many things.”

“I stole you away before you finished your breakfast this morning,” Drill pointed out.

“You did that with your mouth and my finger.”

Drill smiled, feeling more than a little smug. “I did. Just my mouth and your finger. Imagine that.”

“I don’t have to. I know it.” Oh, clever dragon!

Drill’s happy chuckles turned into a groan as he began pulling out of Az. “Oh, my dragon… I don’t want to leave you.”

“So stay.” So easy, Az pulled him back in.

“But you’re hungry.” Still, he didn’t try to pull out again.

“Uh-huh.” Az gripped him tightly.

Groaning, Drill began circling his hips so his cock made little movements inside Az. He felt like he could do this forever. Eternally.

Then Az’s belly growled again, loudly, and he pressed their foreheads together. “You have to eat.” What kind of keeper would he be if he didn’t make sure his dragon was fed?

Az laughed, the sound merry. “Joining. Kissing. Eating. Busy life!”

“Decadent life. We’re very lucky.”

“Yes. Good. Good life.” Az nodded enthusiastically.

His dragon was so happy. Drill could see it, but he could also feel it, like a humming inside his chest. It made him want to cry out, breathe in deep.

“I need to feed you, my dragon.” Still, he wasn’t moving, was he?

“Mmmhmm.” Az’s man form was so smooth, so solid.

Drill rubbed everywhere he could reach, warming Az’s skin with his own heat.

“All other men have hair like you?” Az asked.

“For the most part, yes.”

“Am… am I appealing?”

Drill was quick to reassure his dragon. “You are. Very unique.”

“Is unique good, Keeper? I wish to be pleasing.”

Drill had to smile. All creatures needed to know they were loved. “Unique is wonderful and you are very pleasing.”

His dragon shivered, ass clenching on his cock.

Drill groaned. “Very pleasing indeed.”

“Pleasing…” Az moaned, eyes rolling.

“Uh-huh. Yes.” The grip around his cock milked him and it was all Drill could do to hold on. “Gonna make me go again.”