STORY EXCERPT

Deimos watched, amused and smiling, as Krakken was damn near bouncing on his feet. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

The second the owner finished his introductions and welcome, everyone got to their feet.

Well, almost everyone. Some humans still lingered nervously at their tables, heads down, clearly hoping to not draw any attention to themselves.

Little did they know that there was a certain type of dragon who would be very drawn to that sort of behavior.

They were the predators. The dragons who enjoyed toying with their lovers, who would take these humans, whisper pretty things into their ears before throwing them away.

Deimos didn’t like it, but there was little that could be done about it. These humans had consented to it, after all.

Thankfully, there were always more humans who were eager than not. Only a small percentage chose to take the pills offered to them to be calm.

Deimos rose to his feet, helped along by the fact that Krakken had him by the hand and was dragging him up. He was going to implode if Deimos didn’t hurry.

“All right. All right,” Deimos said.

He hadn’t seen Krakken this excited over anything in years. It was as if they were still children passing presents to each other for their anniversaries.

But Krakken’s grin and his mood were infectious. Deimos forgot all about the momentary discomfort he got whenever he happened across a depressed and frightened human in the tower.

They believed the smell that had been making them hot and wild the night before, and was the cause for the both of them walking around with their cocks erect, was because their third was nearby.

Deimos hoped it was true. He thought it was true. What else would that intoxicating scent be? It was calling to Deimos like a siren song. It called to him in much the same way he’d been called to Krakken when they were still so young.

And now Krakken was leading him through the crowd, using his nose, as it were.

Some humans got in their way, offering their hands for introductions, but Krakken simply took a sniff of their wrists and shook his head.

There were some confused looks at that, but others knew the drill, so Deimos didn’t see a reason to apologize for Krakken’s behavior.

Deimos also kept his nose up, searching out that scent. Krakken was better at this. His sense of smell was damn near magical at times. He could walk into a stranger’s home after they’d steam cleaned the place and smell what they’d had for lunch three weeks before.

It sometimes made their guests uncomfortable, but in this case, Deimos was happy to follow Krakken’s lead.

And he led them…right to an empty table.

There was a chef in the middle, cleaning up his station, and some food on the plates that had yet to be finished.

There were so many humans in the air that Deimos couldn’t get a proper lock on the scent, but Krakken sniffed one of the chairs like a hound dog.

“What? Do you smell him? Her? Is she there?”

“Male,” Krakken said.

He was incredible sometimes, and something in Deimos’s chest opened and expanded. Just knowing the sex of his third made it more real. This was finally happening. Their third was within reach. They just had to find him.

Krakken looked to the human in white.

“The human who was sitting here, eating all of this…” He pointed to the sloppy mess of yolk and toast. “Where is he?”

The chef blinked. “I’m very sorry, sirs, but another couple came for him. They said he was their mate.”

“What?”

The chef flinched. Deimos put his hand on Krakken’s shoulder to prevent him from yelling again.

That was another thing that was known to happen, though it was frowned upon.

To lie about having found a third simply to get him or her into their bed was a disgusting act.

And there was no way in hell anyone could make a mistake like that. It was only ever done on purpose.

“Where did they go?” Deimos asked.

Krakken went back to sniffing the chair. Searching for the scents of the dragon pair? Most likely. Deimos left him to it.

The chef pointed to the doors of the ballroom.

“Krakken, will you be able to smell what floor they took him to?”

Krakken nodded. “I’ll know which elevator they took him into. We’ll just have to stop at each floor the dragons stay on so I know where they got off.”

There were only four floors dedicated to the dragons in this entire tower, so that wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.

Still, it made Deimos clench his hands into fists. “All right, let’s go. Thank you, friend,” Deimos said to the chef.

The man nodded, as though in a daze, and Deimos and Krakken rushed out of the ballroom.

ADULT EXCERPT

Krakken thrust his hips forward, his moans guttural, and going straight to Deimos’s groin. He reached his hand down to cup his cock and balls, giving himself a squeeze to try and put some of that ache at ease.

It had the opposite effect, of course. It just made him want to push Krakken down on the floor, on his hands and knees, ass in the air, and take him.

Well, it was mating season after all. Krakken wouldn’t mind, so that was exactly what Deimos did.

He pulled his mouth away. Krakken let out a noise of protest.

“Don’t.”

“But you want me inside you, remember?”

Deimos had already risen to his feet, taking Krakken by the hips and pushing him backward. Krakken had to quickly stumble out of his pants, which were still around his ankles before he was able to properly walk backward without risk of falling over.

Then he did fall over, but only when Deimos pushed him onto the bed. Krakken pushed himself up onto his elbows, smiling eagerly as Deimos climbed on top of him, leaning in to kiss him.

Because it was mating season, and Europa Tower went from being a high-scale hotel to just a place for the rich and noble to gather for their summer fucking festival, each room was stocked well with lubricants and oils, perfumes and every other kind of scent that would stimulate the senses. Most of the lubricants were for the humans. They didn’t produce a natural lubricant for fucking. At least, the men didn’t, and the women didn’t produce it in some parts of their bodies either.

Deimos didn’t need any of them when it came to Krakken. He was ready, and he knew his mate was eager to take it.

“Do it, fuck me, please, fuck me.”

It wasn’t often that Krakken begged him like that, and those words sent a shiver of pleasure and anticipation through Deimos’s body.

The sight of Krakken grabbing on to his knees, spreading them wider, revealing his hole for Deimos to take was almost too much.

Deimos pressed two fingers to that pucker, just to make sure Krakken really was ready for him. He was. Deimos pressed his fingers inside and came back with enough slick to make this worth it.

Deimos unbuckled his belt, pushing down his jeans. He and Krakken were off duty, so they had both been in casual clothes. And they were both still mostly dressed when Deimos pressed the head of his cock against Krakken’s asshole, pushing inside until his pucker popped open for Deimos to slide inside.

Deimos moaned softly as he was stretched. “That’s it. Come on. Come on,” Krakken said, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes when Deimos pushed deeper inside.

He went as far as he could go, then held still for several seconds just to enjoy the tight sensation, of that hot grip around his cock.

Krakken grabbed Deimos’s arm. “Move. Move,” he said.

Deimos put Krakken’s knees up onto his shoulders, opening Krakken even more for him.

He pushed back and forth, hard and fast. Krakken threw his head back and clenched his eyes shut.

“Fuck, right there. Right there!”

Deimos grunted. The sound of his hips slapping against Krakken’s ass was the best pornographic sound he could have ever hoped for. Krakken moaned so prettily for him.

“Fuck me harder. Yeah, I love your cock inside me.”

Krakken also liked to talk like he was in an actual porn, which was always fun to tease him about later.

Deimos was usually silent. No one ever said anything important during sex, and Deimos didn’t have Krakken’s bravery in that he wanted to open his mouth to say something dumb when he was getting off.

Maybe Krakken was right. Maybe he was a little shy.

But then that high-tension warmth inside him, that pleasure that was pulled so tight it could snap at any moment, was cutting through him, all the way down his legs and into his toes, making them curl. Deimos started to lose control. His scales began to form on his shoulders and face, and even though he stared down into Krakken’s eyes as he made love to him, he was aware of the change.

Krakken smiled, panting and puffing. “F-fuck, you’re hot when you do that.”

Deimos leaned in to kiss him, needing him, needing to taste him when that pleasure within him burst.

Deimos groaned a long noise into Krakken’s mouth. His balls squeezed almost all the way into his body, and Krakken’s hands came up to grip at Deimos’s sandy hair.

It was a miracle Krakken’s grip hadn’t made Deimos prematurely bald, but the pain also prolonged his pleasure. He slammed his hips harder. Krakken shouted as his ass was slapped again and again with Deimos’s pelvis. Then a new warmth spread between them as Krakken finally came, his cock pushing against his own stomach as warm cum spurt from him.