Scorch: M/M Gay Shifter Mpreg Romance (Dragon's Destiny: Fated Mates Book 2)

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Authors: Wolf Specter, Angel Knots
I said, referring to the way our kind bonded with their mates. “Did you feel… connected… to him, before that?”
    The other dragon nodded. “I always thought it was because his mind was so receptive to connecting with another, because of his twin-bond with Ty.”
    I frowned. Was that it? I had no idea if Devin was a twin. Or if he had any siblings at all. I really knew nothing about him, and that thought was suddenly intolerable.
    I’d never been very curious about the men I’d dated in the past, but Devin was my mate. I wanted to know everything about the beautiful man that I already considered my own. Where had Devin grown up? How did he like his coffee in the morning? Did he even drink coffee? How did he spend his Saturdays? Did he snore? Was he a cover hog?
    No, I couldn’t let myself think about getting Devin in bed, but the rest...
    “Dane, I’ve got to go.”
    “Already?” he asked, his voice brimming with suppressed laughter. “We just got here.”
    Dane and Wes had finally gotten fed up with my moping, and the night before, Dane and I had driven out to a state park where we’d had both the space and the privacy to shift into our otherselves. Under cover of darkness, I had followed Dane to the cave that the other dragon had claimed when he’d taken this territory for his own. It was high in the Olympic Mountains, and less than an hour’s flight from his home.
    Flying at night made it easier to avoid detection in these busy, modern times, but now, in the light of morning, my silvery-white hide gave me the advantage over Dane’s black one. I could launch high enough in the sky that it was unlikely anyone would see me against the winter-gray backdrop… especially if I flew above the clouds.
    I could make it back to Devin before lunch time. I didn’t want to scare him, but I couldn’t stay away any longer. I needed him, needed to be close to him, even if I couldn’t claim him yet. I could do this. I could spend time with him without pushing for more. I could wait until he was ready.
    If he would let me.
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    “ H ow did you find me ?” Devin asked, a rosy flush creeping up his neck.
    I had been with enough men to recognize that it wasn’t the blush of embarrassment—it was the heat of desire. I couldn’t stop staring at the soft vein fluttering near the base of Devin’s throat. It was… distracting. Everything about my mate tempted me in a way that I’d never imagined, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off of him. To keep a few feet of space between us, as I tried to find the words that would convince Devin to spend some time with me, even though he’d said no when I had asked the week before.
    “Sarah told me where you worked,” I said, putting my hands in my pockets as a reminder to myself not to reach for him. “Can I take you to lunch?”
    I braced myself for a “no,” but to my surprise Devin agreed. I felt ridiculously happy at the simple concession. I managed to keep my hands to myself as we walked out of the building together, and I realized that my cheeks were hurting. I couldn’t remember smiling as widely at such a simple thing, and I couldn’t seem to stop. I was with my mate, and even if I couldn’t touch him, just being next to him soothed the agitation that had been brewing inside me ever since I’d left him the week before.
    If my otherself had been feline, it would have rolled over and purred.
    We ended up at a little deli near Devin’s building, and once we sat down with our food, I realized that I’d never been in a situation quite like this before. On the one hand, I wanted to forget the fact that we were in public, and just pull Devin onto my lap and taste him. Have the right to run my hands up under his shirt and over the smooth skin that I literally ached to touch. Grind against him, turn him around, bend him over the table, and— No. I took a breath, running my hand through my hair as I pushed those thoughts away.
    Because I couldn’t do those

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