---Lane's POV---

Shivers ran through my body, a soft groan slipping from my raw throat as I sank in Jethro's lap. His eyes flashed with humor, the amber swirling around the edges to show that his dragon was still very much calling the shots.

"Good boy." Jethro crooned as I finally sank down all the way, swallowing convulsively as his cock nudged against my prostate.

I swear, he's going to fuck me to death...

Drops of sweat ran in rivulets from my body, hair damp and ruffled wildly. Even while I was a quivering mess, my tiger was purring continuously, reveling in Jethro's utter domination.

He took great care, allowing me to rest and drink plentifully. Petting me in between sessions of hot and passionate kissing before one thing would lead to another, exactly like how I ended back in Jethro's lap.

I rocked my hips slowly, trembling when pleasure shot through my hypersensitive body. Honestly, I'd lost count on how many orgasms I had over the night.

Even when I had passed out after my first two orgasms, I had woken up after a few hours to Jethro mouthing at my neck and throat, leaving mark after mark.

And the pulsing pleasure of his cock still inside me. As soon as I had become aware of that, I had unintentionally clenched my walls around him.

The pleased, rumbling growl that had followed had made me tremble, before Jethro had rolled us over and continued where we had left off.

"One more, kitten. Can you give me one more?" Jethro purred, leaning up into my face and smiling as I whimpered at the motion.

He slowly shuffled back, pulling me along until he was resting against the headboard, grinning as he held my hips within his grasp.

Claws pricked into my skin as Jethro's eyes darkened with lust and my lethargic, lust clouded brain finally came up with a reason for my Master's unrelenting hunger.

A Breeding Frenzy.

Having Curtis threaten to have me executed, no matter how slim that chance was, combined with the interest of the Feline Pride representatives, had pushed Jethro's dragon on the defensive.

His instincts were reacting on the possibility that someone was trying to take away what was rightfully his. It only urged him to protect. To claim.

To breed...

A hard thrust made me gasp and cry out, hands flailing before landing on the headboard. Jethro chuckled gruffly, guiding my hips to slowly swirl and buck on him.

My claws dug into the wooden headboard as I thrusted back against Jethro, biting my lip before throwing my head back as each thrust nailed my prostate, sending me closer and closer to the edge.

The muscles in my lower stomach clenched and I could feel my balls tense up as Jethro hugged me closer to him before he started pumping into me without stopping.

"Give it to me, precious. Come on, cum with me." He whispered in my ear, nipping on the lobe as I swore I could feel his already larger than average cock grow even more.

A cry slipped free as I could feel myself orgasm, balls and cock pulsing painfully yet nothing came out. I whimpered pitifully, landing limply against Jethro's chest as I could feel his release splash against my inner walls.

"Mas'tr...plea...no...more..." I managed to breathe between whimpers, absolutely exhausted and soaring on a high like none I had experienced before.

Jethro's chest vibrated with a rumble as he chuckled, his arms coming around to hold me tenderly against his chest.

"Alright kitten... no more. Good boy, you've done so well, love." He pressed kiss after kiss on my face as I mewled and sighed, enjoying the warmth and attention that I was bathed in.

I sighed contently, blindly nuzzling into Jethro's neck and buried my nose against his skin before allowing my body to go limp in his hold.

---Jethro's POV---

My fingers steadily combed through Lane's hair, amplifying his purrs with each stroke, even if he was completely out of it. Damn, even I was struggling to get my breathing under control.

Lane had pleasantly surprised me, as I had honestly expected him to beg for mercy sooner. I had kept a close eye on my boy, observing every minute sign of his body that clued in to how he was truly feeling.

A low growl rumbled through my chest as I inhaled, detecting a faint scent in the air that made me bristle in annoyance.

Fucking cats...

I could smell their scent faintly circling through the air, as if they had been on the prowl. Most likely they've been sent away by guards stationed nearby, as I had no doubt that the Council was making sure not to piss me off any further.

A breathy sigh whispered over my skin before Lane nuzzled against my throat. As if he had sensed my growing anger and wished to appease me by showing submission.

Pressing a kiss against his forehead, I sighed and slowly pulled him further op my chest, biting my lip on a groan as I dislodged myself from his well-used hole.

Lane arched against me, moaning weakly and shivered. I smiled proudly, giving him another kiss before attempting to lay him down.

Instantly Lane started to produce small, distressed whimpers, clawing at my shoulders to keep me against him.

"Shhhhh love. Alright, it's alright." I murmured soothingly, holding him against me as I slowly stood up. Lane nuzzled closer, blinking tiredly before his legs wrapped around my hips to prevent from sliding down.

Putting one of my arms under his butt, I stroked a hand through his hair, pressing my lips on his ear before murmuring "It's alright love, rest. I'll keep you safe."

He murmured something unintelligible before sighing, relaxing once more.

Perfection. I swear, my mate is just utter perfection.

My dragon agreed with a satisfied huff as I went about cleaning up Lane as best as I could. All the time, Lane refused to be placed down in any shape or form, clinging to me as if he was a monkey instead of the tiger I knew him to be.

Even now, his pale skin was already marked in several spots, be it from my hands or mouth. My dragon was just purring, nearly gloating as I caught a good look of Lane's throat and shoulders, which was covered in hickeys and superficial bite marks.

I heaved him a bit higher against my shoulder, trying my best not to jostle him too much but knowing that I had to check on him. My dragon purred with pride and content as I glanced in the mirror before reaching towards Lane's ass.

Gently pulling one of his shapely cheeks aside, I groaned at the sight of his swollen pink hole. Undoubtedly my poor kitten would be in pain when he woke up, which made me all the more determined to head back home as soon as possible.

I wanted to be in the calm and security of our house before I fully ravaged my mate.

Without the risk of someone attempting to barge in our room.

Releasing his ass, I spent a few moments applying salve to Lane's swollen entrance, adding some to the minor wounds around his hips from my claws, which were already healing.

Within minutes, I had Lane dressed with minor protest coming from his side before I managed to dress myself. When Lane finally settled back against me with a content purr, I was more than ready to leave.

But as soon as I opened the door to my room, I sighed and bit back a growl at the sight of Vladimir and Alaric conversing at the end of the hallway.

Of course they can't just leave me be.

I was however glad that the pair seemed rather wary, choosing to keep their distance and avert their eyes in a sign of submission.

No doubt they've guessed that those mongrels forced my dragon in a breeding frenzy.

"If we borrow a moment of your time, my lord." Alaric appeased with a smile as both he and Vladimir curiously looked at my mate.

The tension in my body relaxed a bit when I glanced down at the passed out face of my mate, smiling as Lane's mouth was slightly ajar.

And even while he was fully out of it, his fingers kept kneading softly, bunching the fabric of my shirt between his fingers.

"He's drooling." Vladimir chuckled as I heaved Lane closer against my chest, cocking an eyebrow at the two vampires. "Damn, you marked him up pretty badly." Vladimir snickered, raising his hands in a disarming fashion as to not anger me.

"And?" I said with a slow smirk, "He's mine to mark and claim to begin with." feeling more than pleased with myself when Vladimir just threw his head back to laugh, "Fair enough, though I would've loved to meet your mate under more...conscious circumstances."

A snort escaped me before pressing a kiss against Lane's temple, feeling a genuine smile slide over my lips as he purred as response. Weakly nudging against my lips, as if attempting to bunt his head against me.

"It's good to see you happy, my lord. Really." Alaric murmured, eyes flitting towards Lane with something akin to longing before he sighed deeply.

"Careful bro, don't be making goo-goo eyes at a dragon's mate." Vladimir drawled with a smirk before grunting as his brother punched him in the arm. "Ow! Asta a durut...you didn't hold back, you fucki-"

Alaric glowered at him, watching as Vladimir grunted while he flexed his arm, the broken bones grinding audibly before they fused together once more.

"You know as well as I do that I didn't meant Lord Jethro's mate." Alaric snarled, fangs lengthened past his lips before he exhaled through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face.

A sigh escaped me while my dragon grumbled in annoyance at being held up. But I pushed it back, realizing what Alaric meant.

I've had enough interactions with the Council to know their members, some of them better than others. And while I didn't know the details, I knew that Alaric, like Vladimir, hadn't found his Beloved yet.

And he hungered for that moment.

So seeing me, someone he saw as a kindred spirit who was mate-less as well, suddenly find their other half... No doubt Alaric had mixed feelings, being happy for me on one end but also saddened and being confronted with the lack of mate on the other.

It was enough to calm my dragon down, as it too remembered the pain at seeing people flaunt their bonds in our faces.

"Anyways," Vladimir grunted, flexing his arm as he spoke, "We've sent Asami over to Curtis' pack to investigate it and clean up the mess. After that, I'll guess we'll have to pay the packs a little visit to see what all the pups have been up to."

The vampire grinned wickedly, one tongue curling around a fang as he chuckled. Undoubtedly he was looking forwards to intimidating any unruly pack out there.

Alaric rolled his eyes at his sibling and whacked him against the head. "We're only going to check the packs to talk, Vlad." He scolded his younger sibling and I nearly chuckled as the tall, muscular mountain of a vampire groaned and nearly kicked at the floor like a petulant child.

I cleared my throat pointedly, watching two vampires that were centuries old, perhaps even millennia old, turn to me with the expression of two surprised children.

"Apologies, my lord. Anyways, Asami will deal with Curtis' pack and, with your permission, will come by to inform you of her findings." Vladimir spoke before Alaric fleetingly glanced at Lane's face hidden against my throat.

"And perhaps, you're willing to return to allow us to complete your mate's registration. I'm certain that Isabelle will research more in regards to your mate."

Gritting my teeth, I suppressed the annoyed snarl that wanted to escape me. I had honestly forgotten about the registration or the fact that they've only seen Lane in his tiger form.

"Once I've had word of Asami, we'll come back. And Curtis better not be here." I sneered, smoke expelling from my nostrils before Alaric and Vladimir nodded, moving out of my way.

Low snarls rumbled in my mind, hands tightening my hold on Lane when I took a whiff of the air and smelled the feline representatives.

Only to relax once more when Lane mewled against my skin, mouthing tiredly at my throat before he dozed off again. Mouth still attached to my skin, tongue occasionally flicking out to have a taste, making me chuckle as my body heated up with each unconscious caress.

Oh kitten... keep it up and you won't be able to walk for a long while...