of those biting kisses along Blasius’s neck, jaw, and lips, and Blasius kissed back, using as much teeth and force as Rhyan dared to
use.
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Blasius brought his hands up, knowing he was taking a slight risk with Rhyan in this state, but he allowed both of his hands to land on Rhyan’s neck.
Rhyan growled a warning at him but did not attack, and Blasius did not remove his fingers.
“I’m only touching,” Blasius said, having only a slight hard time of speaking as his body was bouncing along the ground. “You used to like that.”
Rhyan enjoyed being petted and stroked as much as Blasius did, during sex and after, it hardly mattered, but Blasius was more interested in playing with the little circular dragon birthmark on his lover’s neck. It saddened him that he would never see that dragon again. It had been a magnificent beast. His only hope was that Rhyan
would make peace with his new form and not mourn the dragon part of him too deeply when the time came for that.
Then Rhyan fell on top of him with a deep, satisfied groan, his hips jerking hard, signaling that he was nearing the end.
Blasius wanted to come at the same time as his lover, he wanted
to reach that peak with him, so he reached down and fisted his cock, biting his bottom lip as the pleasure of Rhyan’s cock in his ass was coupled with his own hand around his thick, pulsing prick. He humped against his hand and against the thrusting organ inside of him with wild abandon. The act served its purpose, and he was reaching the end of his journey.
He could not help himself for what came next. He squeezed his eyes shut, threw back his head, and shouted as his dick spurted his seed across his belly. The sudden clenching of his anus made Rhyan shout before he bit down on Blasius’s neck, muffling his cry.
Blasius’s arm began to hurt from the exertion of stroking himself, but he did not stop until he was completely satisfied, and both he and Rhyan turned into piles of slop on top of each other.
Blasius lay there, breathing deeply and enjoying the feeling of his lover’s warm skin against his chest, of Rhyan’s beating heart, strong
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and proud, thumping between them.
He smiled and turned his head, kissing the man’s ear. He reached down with his hand, searching for Rhyan’s so that he might intertwine their fingers together, when Rhyan suddenly and unexpectedly leapt off of him and ran for the door.
Bloody hell! “Rhyan! ”
Blasius gave chase, listening to the banging of the door at the top of the stairs to the cellar as Rhyan burst through them.
There were shouts from above, and that only served to increase the panic Blasius felt in his chest.
No! The other wolves would think that Rhyan was still wild! They would hunt him and kill him, thinking he would be trying to run for the village!
He burst through the already-broken door in his wolf form, having transformed quickly during his run to the top of the stairs.
There was the leading alpha’s omega mate already there, standing against the table and looking with startled eyes in the direction Rhyan had run off in.
The door leading to the outside of the large cabin had also been taken off its hinges as Rhyan burst free from the house.
Blasius made it outside in time to watch his mate lift his head to
the sky and howl. Several alpha wolves surrounded him as Rhyan fell to his hands and knees and shifted into the glorious form of his wolf.
He still seemed to be having trouble, though not with the transformation itself.
Rhyan shifted into his wolf as smooth and clean as water flowing over a river bed of rocks, but Blasius could see the confusion in the
eyes of the wolf as he surveyed his surroundings, turning this way and that, a whine escaping his throat.
One of the alphas stepped toward him, and