Dagon's Ride [Brac Pack 19] by Lynn Hagen

hair, massaging his scalp. Taylor palmed his sac, rolling it around in his hand as he sucked up and down the heavily veined cock.
    “That’s it, baby.”
    Taking Dagon’s words as a sign that he was doing a good job, Taylor began to pump the cock in his hand, wanting to taste his mate’s seed. It was a drive in him now, a goal he was striving to achieve.
    “I’m close, cachorro ,” Dagon warned, trying to pull back, but Taylor wasn’t having that. He was going to prove that he could do this. He locked his lips into a tight suction and swallowed the cock further into his mouth, jacking the shaft for all his worth.
    “Taylor!” Dagon shouted as hot cum filled Taylor’s mouth, he swallowed every last drop. Pulling Dagon’s cock from his mouth, Taylor wiped his face and looked up at Dagon from under his lashes.
    “My turn, beautiful.” Dagon pushed him to the mattress, swallowing him to the root. Taylor bucked and keened as Dagon sucked him off with the experience Taylor lacked. He stiffened and cried out as he came, his body jerking with his release.
    Dagon licked any remnants and then kissed his way up Taylor’s body, stopping at his mouth and sharing the taste. Taylor smiled into Dagon’s mouth, feeling happier than he had in a very long time.

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    Lynn Hagen
    Taylor helped set the tables in the backyard, unable to keep the grin off of his face every time he looked over at Dagon. His mate winked at him as he talked with a few other warriors.
    For the first time in Taylor’s life, he was in love. It hit him this morning when he stared into his mate’s eyes. He couldn’t imagine a life without him.
    “I know that look,” Tangee teased as he helped Taylor set up the table. “You’re in love.”
    Taylor blushed seven kinds of red at Tangee’s words. It was true.
    Every time he looked at his mate his heart burst with happiness. “Is it that obvious?”
    “Yeah.” Tangee laughed.
    Caden and Nero came over and helped them start setting out the food. Taylor placed three stacks of paper plates at the end of each table. Cecil and Blair drug out the refreshments and emptied the cubes of soda into the large barrels that were full of ice, shoving bottles of juice alongside them.
    Taylor leaned his head back and sniffed. The smell of meat grilling made his mouth water. “Hey, Taylor.” Oliver nudged Taylor’s shoulder with his. “Need any more help?” Taylor pointed to the huge box of trash bags. “You could line the fifty- five-gallon drums with those bags.”
    “O n it.” O liver grabbed the box and walked over to the containers.
    How did he end up in charge of getting everything together? The sun said its final farewell as it dipped in the western sky, twilight bringing the lightning bugs out and sending the little ones chasing after them. A slow melody began to play in the background, and Taylor saw that Nero had set up a DJ stand. This was going to be one heck of a party.
    “Make way,” George shouted as he and Tank, along with a few more warriors, brought out trays of food. Taylor stepped back and watched as an array of food was placed on the tables.

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    Large arms circled him as Dagon kissed his temple. “How you holding up, cachorro ?”
    “Good. Although I’m not sure how I got suckered into organizing everything.”
    “You’re a born leader.”
    Taylor shook his head. “And you believe that? My middle name is chicken.”
    “You sell yourself short, baby.” Dagon pulled Taylor up and tossed him over his shoulder, Taylor grabbing onto the back of his mate’s shirt for dear life.
    “Dagon! Put me down,” Taylor yelled.
    “You can take a break and help me at the grill.” Dagon lowered him and set him on his feet, leaning in for a kiss. Taylor glanced around and then gave Dagon a quick one.
    “Good enough.” Dagon laughed, as if sincerely amused. He picked up the extra set of tongs, handing them to Taylor. “You get the other grill.”
    “How is that a