---Jethro's POV---

I smiled, standing in the corner of the room in absolute silence as I quietly observed Lane. The dragon within was restless, clawing at the walls of my mind as I watched and waited, forcing myself to calm down instead of rushing ahead.

After Lane had chased the wolves off of our territory, I had felt such anger course through my body. The neighboring packs had all been pushy, eager to get my favor and had been fighting one another in the hopes of using me as a lethal weapon.

They had tried all tactics possible : threatening to overrun my land and force me to pick a side, attempting to woe me by offering their daughters, sons or any single male or female of the pack as a possible mate... I curled my nose at the thought before shaking my head.

As if I wanted to be mated to some woman, or a man, that only wanted me because of my rank and pedigree. Hell, the last letter of the pack was to refer to my mate-less state and to wonder if perhaps I was one of the rare creatures born without a mate. The Alpha had even salted the wounds by stating he'd be happy to provide me with a mate, if I picked their side.

Provide me with a mate... as if I ordered a meal online and the delivery failed to come through...

The letter had been nothing but veiled threats and barely blunted insults, suggesting that even though my shift was a dragon, perhaps the Fates deemed me unworthy of a mate. "If the fates should choose to bless you with a mate, I can only hope you'll find them in my pack."

I nearly snorted at myself, instead choosing to step closer to Lane as he snoozed on the bed. His fingers were gently clutching at my pillow, his face buried underneath as he slept soundly. A smile slid on my lips as I sat down beside him, a low rumble vibrating through my chest at Lane's instant subconscious response.

He abandoned the pillow and turned around, huffing as he curled around my body; knees gently digging in my back as his head found its way in my lap, cheek pressed against my leg. A low, steady purr started up as his cheek rubbed against my knee, fingers tangling in my clothes before his breath evened out once more.

My own fingers reached out, tangling gently through his hair as I petted him. Lane had surprised me earlier, after he had returned from chasing the wolves out. My dragon purred at the memory, the sound vibrating through my chest as I gently petted Lane.

I had been pacing back and forth, struggling with my dragon and willing it to calm down. It wanted to go out there, humiliate the Alpha and force him to submit. When I had turned on my heels once more to continue my pacing, Lane's tiger emerged from the woods.

With sensual grace, he had shifted back effortlessly, not even caring for his nudity. He had walked up to me whilst keeping his eyes diverted, and in one smooth transition, he had kneeled down in a perfect submissive pose.

Cheek pressed against the wooden porch, back arched and legs spread slightly with his arms resting in front of him... he was a stunning sight to behold. It had been enough to freeze me in my tracks, now fighting with my dragon for a whole different reason.

Because the beast had wanted to walk over to Lane and mount that very instant. I had fought it, no matter how tempting the idea was because I knew that my dragon would not have held back and would've absolutely wrecked Lane.

Just the mere memory was enough to have my skin burning with anticipation, my eyes roaming over Lane's skin from what I could see. My fingertips heated up, sizzling down Lane's back until the boy arched it with a delicate purr, eyes fluttering sleepily.

He smiled warmly, another deep purr vibrating his chest as he leaned up, pressing delicate kisses against my throat and jaw. Each whisper of his lips on my skin sent a vicious bolt down my groin, my heartbeat echoing in my cock with steady throbs.

My fingers weaved in his hair, pulling his head back so I could lick and bite at his throat, feeling his purrs vibrate against my lips. Lane didn't even reach back in an attempt to pry his hair from my fist, instead he lowered his hands submissively against my chest, surrendering to the assault.

Only when I've decorated his tender skin with enough markings did my dragon let up, growling steadily as it pressed underneath my skin. My hand dipped underneath the covers, finding Lane deliciously bare, cock eager and pulsing precum. A gasp slipped from his lips as I held him, his hot flesh satin over steel as I twisted and tugged, bringing him closer to the edge.

Meanwhile his lips whispered against my throat, sucking the flesh in his mouth as I groaned and pulled him closer to me before dropping back on the bed. He looked absolutely stunning as he straddled my lap, rocking his cock steadily against mine through the confines of my pants.

"Present, Kitten." I purred, watching as he instantly puffed his chest out and lowered his gaze down. His hands crossed behind his chest, fingers weaving in his hair as he sat there demurely. I smirked and tested his resolve by grinding up against his pert ass, watching him tremble and bite his lip but resist the urge to rock back against the motion.

"Good boy." He trembled and purred at that, keeping his posture near perfection as I slowly sat up. At my command, he eased off of me and kneeled on the bed while I unbuttoned my pants, kicking them off eagerly.

---Lane's POV---

I panted softly, feeling my heart race in my chest and palms clammy where they rested against my knees. Master had grown silent after he undressed, stalking around the bed as I didn't dare raise my eyes until he commanded to do so.

My cock was already more than interested with the turn of events, pulsing and leaking precum between my thighs, the angry red flesh sensitive to the cool air of the room. I jolted when I felt Master's touch, purring and slightly leaning against his palm as he rubbed it against my throat before tilting my head up.

A breath stuttered through my lips as I was face to face with Master's cock, his raspy chuckle barely audible as I stared at his aroused flesh. My stomach quivered as he stepped forwards while gently petting my hair.

"Open up, Kitten. Prepare me..."

I panted, a blush covering my cheeks as I had never done this before and didn't want to disappoint Jethro at all. My eyes fluttered up to him before gazing back down at his pulsing cock.

Leaning forwards, I gave his flesh a delicate lick, savoring the salty musk that clung to my tongue before pressing my lips against his slit. He groaned, hips rocking forwards in encouragement as his nails scratched my scalp softly.

Reassuringly.

Parting my lips, I flatted my tongue against the broad head, exploring its spongy texture before pressing further down. "Such a good boy Lane...Fuck... Just like that." Jethro growled, his fingers in my hair urging to take him deeper until I felt him bump against the back of my throat.

My eyes watered as I fought not to gag before feeling calmer when Jethro's fingers gently petted against my cheeks and throat, a muffled moan slipping past my lips. Giving him pleasure, seeing him stand above me with his head thrown back as I sucked his length and pressed him further and further was making me feel light headed.

He groaned deeply before pulling me off of his cock, a soft whimper escaping me as I tried to reach back. Jethro chuckled and pulled me up, claiming his lips and sucking his flavor off of my tongue.

Within seconds we were pressed on the bed, rocking and arching as I gasped and mewled underneath him. My hands fanned over his muscles, feeling them bunch and quiver as his fingers slowly stretched me, being mindful whenever I winced or groaned.

"Turn around, pet." He murmured in my ear, making me groan before I turned over, "Hands above your head." I gasped when fabric twisted around my wrists, tying them together so I was laying on my chest, bound wrists tugged behind me and knees spread to bare everything to my Master and mate.

He blew on my hole before nipping at the cheek, laughing as I squealed from surprise. His fingers felt hot as they spread lube all over my entrance, dipping inside to rub his pads over my prostate to the point where I was a whimpering, drooling mess.

And then his hands settled around my hips, fingers warm and reassuring as his hot flesh pressed against my opening, almost hesitating. I moaned and arched my back more, showing my willingness.

A deep groan slipped from us both as he pressed forwards, cock sinking further and further, stretching my walls until I felt the brush of his pubes against my ass. I panted, gritting my teeth against the slight twitches of pain.

"Where are you at?"

"Green, Sir. Master, please..." I begged, shivering as he slowly pulled back before snapping his hips forwards. I screamed in pleasure as his cock shoved against my prostate over and over again, his growls and grunts deepening as his dragon fought for control.

His thrusts sped up, the lube filling the air with filthy squelching sounds as our skin slapped against each other. The bed groaned and squeaked in protest but we ignored it as he pulled me back into his powerful thrusts, showing who was in charge and bathing me in his dominance, rewarding my submission with infinite amounts of pleasure.

I could slowly feel him swell inside, the growls more animalistic before he sped up even more, leaving me quaking and screaming. "MASTER!"

"Cum for me Lane, now!"

My body instantly released, trembling as I screamed and yowled my pleasure, sobbing against the blankets while he shoved forwards and roared, filling me with his hot essence. Sparks filled my sight as I blinked languidly, floating and feeling absolutely boneless.

Soft whimpers echoed through the room and it took me quite a while to realize I was producing those sounds. The high pitched whines soon relaxed and relented as Master's hands rubbed over my body.

His lips pressed over my jaw, lips, ear, whispering how proud he was of me, what a good boy I was... the perfect submissive for him.

My tiger purred as I tucked myself underneath his chin, nose burrowing in his skin to inhale his scent. My arms were squished between us, thighs pressing against his sides as he gently rubbed my wrists to restore the blood flow, smiling down at me when I lazily blinked at him.

"How are you feeling Lane?" He asked softly, hand steading my head as it nearly lolled to the side. I smiled at my caring master, a murmured "I'm flying..." made him laugh before he nodded.

"Yes you are flying high, my precious kitten... good boy Lane, enjoy your reward and sleep." He murmured, making me sigh happily and sag in his hold. The deep rumbles of his chest made my own tiger reply in response, the combination of our purrs settling me down as my mind floated high on pleasure.

...I really think I'm head over heels with him...