"After the horrible events of book one (and yes, you need to read that one first to get the complete picture), it was a relief for me to see that book two takes a different approach. While still tension-filled and edge-of-seat powerful, this part of Sebastian and Gavin’s story focuses on the psychological side of them losing their first egg. Sebastian is taking things a lot harder than he will admit. He blames himself for losing the egg, and no amount of reassurance will make him see that it wasn’t his fault. He did everything he possibly could have done, and the only people to blame are the b*stards who tortured him. His feelings of inadequacy are hard to understand for anyone who has not gone through the loss of a child, never mind under such horrible circumstances, and the fact that all his friends think he is strong makes him feel even weaker. No matter how often the therapist he secretly sees tells him to talk to Gavin, Sebastian can’t get himself to do it. Gavin realizes his mate is struggling, but he has no idea how deep Sebastian’s problems go. He also wants to support him, and in the dragon lord’s mind, admitting that Sebastian is weak is not part of that support. Boy, does he have a lot to learn! One thing Gavin is very good at though, and that is loving Sebastian unconditionally. He shows this in the way he plans their wedding ceremony, which is beautiful, and in so may other little and big things he does for Sebastian. As they slowly get back to normal, including some very hot kinky activities, and the pregnancy progresses, Gavin begins to see something is really wrong as Sebastian loses more and more weight even though he is carrying their egg. When he finally puts his foot down, I breathed a sigh of relief. If you like male pregnancy and dominant dragon shifters who love their mates with all their heart, if you enjoy stories about men who have to fight their inner demons before they can be truly happy, and if you’re looking for an intense read with lots of emotion and even more heat, then you will probably like this novella. I hope the third installment will be published soon!" -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
“Have you told Gavin yet?”
Sebastian sat back in his seat and picked nervously at the frayed edge of his black shirt. It was one of his favorites, soft and well worn. “No,” he finally answered.
“I think it’s time. It’s been six months, and you’re making great progress. We really should get him in here with you.”
“No.” Sebastian was adamant about that from the beginning. He wouldn’t worry his mate with this. His mate hurt enough from the things that had happened to him, to them.
“Sebastian, I’m not comfortable continuing this if you won’t tell him.”
“You can’t make me, and you can’t tell him. Doctor patient confidentiality and all that.”
“That’s true, but I can refer you elsewhere.”
That made Sebastian sit up. Where else would he go? No one else would be able to understand, just trying to keep the lies straight would drive him nuts if he had to find a human doctor. He would only be able to give half-truths and that would not help anyone. Sebastian wished Dr. Paul was clan, he could force him to help, but the lion was not under his rule. Not that he really ruled, but as the mate of the dragon lord he had some sway.
“Where would you send me? Who else could help with this?” Sebastian had scooted to the edge of his seat unknowingly, his hands shook at the thought of being sent away. “No, you can’t send me away.”
“I can and I will. You need to tell him.”
Dr. Paul sat forward, putting on what Sebastian liked to think of as his stern face. “This will be our last meeting if you don’t tell him. You have made such wonderful progress, but you need your mate. That’s how this works, he supports you, and he’s your rock. Not me, not therapy. Gavin.”
Sebastian shook his head at the thought. What would his strong mate think of him once he found out? Sebastian had struggled with who he was before and how to be himself again. Gavin had done everything he could, but it wasn’t enough. Sebastian needed more help than his mate was capable of, not for lack of trying though. While Gavin kept him safe and made him strong physically, Sebastian needed someone to shore him up mentally. It was not his mate’s fault. Sebastian sustained a trauma that was beyond measure. Would Gavin think he had failed Sebastian? Sebastian vowed to never let Gavin think that. Stopping this was better than telling Gavin.
“Ok, fine. It was nice talking with you and I appreciate the help.” Sebastian stood quickly, pulling his shirt down and smoothing invisible wrinkles before walking from the office. He could do this.
He had just turned toward the exit when the office door opened again and Dr. Paul stepped out. “Sebastian, please reconsider. Tell him. Trust me.”
“Thanks Dr. Paul. I’ll think on it.” Sebastian gave his best smile, though it did not touch his eyes, and made his way out of the downtown building. He had parked three floors below the fifth street tower, thankfully the elevator whisked him straight there.
As he pulled his keys form his pocket he remembered the day Gavin had given him the car. It was nothing overly extravagant, to Gavin at least. To Sebastian it was too much, but he understood. His mate wanted him safe and the old Ducati was far from the definition of safe. It was one of the many changes Gavin had made. Sebastian simply accepted it because he understood his mate’s intentions were in the right place.
Sebastian had just driven home from Woodbury, tired and cold from the sudden wind that swept through the cities, to find the shiny black BMW M5 sitting in the front with a big purple bow on top. Sebastian slid into the seat for the first time, the supple leather caressing him as the engine purred to life, and fell in love.
He turned the corner of the underground parking garage and pressed the button unlocking the car. He had made a small protest, but honestly he loved the damn thing. That didn’t stop him from barring Gavin from buying him anything else. He hated that it was no big deal for his mate to run out and buy a car. He would have struggled to buy a ten year old used BMW and now he had a new one simply because Gavin decided it so.
The drive back to the mansion was quick and filled with very loud Opeth though the extra nice speakers. Did he mention that Gavin spared no expense on the extras? Upgraded sound, lighting, and controls.
He focused back on his driving, looking around to see where how much longer he had. The leaves were just beginning to turn, the warm days starting to turn cold. October always felt like a wonderful time of year in Minnesota. He enjoyed the drive, pulling off the freeway on impulse as he passed the last strip mall before the mansion.
They had finally planned their wedding. Set to take place in just a few short days, the idea of being married both thrilled and frightened him. He knew Gavin was more than ready for an egg, Sebastian finally felt ready as well. He had lost himself for so long, but with help he felt like he had a tight grip on things. Though Dr. Paul had certainly thrown a wrench in that, he would be fine. He would work to be fine. He had the tools thanks to Dr. Paul and he had Gavin.
Gavin reached to the side drawer, looking for what he always kept there. He wanted to tie his mate, it had been so long since they had done that and tonight he wanted it. He pulled out a bottle of lube, a well-used and almost empty bottle, and set it next to his mate’s hip. When he moved to get up Sebastian reached up and pulled at Gavin’s hair to keep him close.
Gavin growled, nipping at his mate’s neck. He loved that his mate needed him. “I want to bind you.”
When Sebastian nodded at him he let out a silent thank you. Gavin walked across the room and pulled a length of silk rope from the bottom drawer. As he turned back to the bed he saw Sebastian turning to his back, his arms above his head. Oh, yes. His mat wanted this just as much.
He walked along the side of the bed, remembering all the times before he had tied Sebastian down, all the times his mate had begging him for more, begged him to be rougher. He tossed the rope over his mate’s abdomen, letting the small thud startle him.
He walked around to the other side of the bed slowly, drawing the anticipation out. His cock stood to attention, weeping against his abdomen as it pointed towards the ceiling. Every time he thought of being with his mate he was shocked by how much he wanted it, how the want never dwindled.
He kneeled on the bed, dragging the rope over his mate to him. He watched his mate draw in a deep breath at the contact, his eyes rolled back as he let out a little shiver. Once all the rope was on his side of the bed he gripped his mate’s wrist just hard enough and pulled it to the headboard. He wrapped the ropes around and around, eventually looping in Sebastian’s other hand. Soon his mate lay tied so completely he could be considered a permanent part of the décor. There would be no escape.
“Legs too.” That was all the warning his mate would get. He made three loops around Sebastian’s knee before pushing it towards Sebastian’s chest. Once satisfied he wrapped the rope around the headboard and moved to the other knee. Soon his mate lay with his arms bound to the head board, his knees up by his shoulders and bound to the head board as well. Sebastian lay open and helpless.
This position should apply little pressure to the egg, always a concern of Gavin’s. They had stopped having sex with Sebastian on his stomach because Gavin refused to push his weight over Sebastian’s middle.
Rather than racing to the finish, Gavin drew it out. He positioned himself back at his mate’s opening and teased for what felt like hours. He licked and bit along his mate’s crease. By the time he pulled back Sebastian was a drooling mess. His mate had thrashed and pulled against his restraints, but had barely moved a millimeter.
The lube rolled along the bed landing at Gavin’s knee, an omen to move forward. He slicked his fingers, circled his mate’s hole, and pushed in completely. Sebastian screamed out as Gavin nailed his prostrate repeatedly. He had memorized exactly where to find the magical spot. Over the last few months he had become a master at it.
Gavin could see Sebastian pulling, trying to reach for him. He chuckled and thrust in a second finger as Sebastian pouted at his inability to touch Gavin. A few wiggles and thrusts, then he stuck in a third. Gavin could feel the egg, its hard shell resting deep within Sebastian. By the time Sebastian was ready to deliver it, the shell would be soft and better able to pass back out. They would need to be more careful towards the end.
Now though, now he could take his mate as he wanted him. Gavin pulled free, slicked his cock, wiped his slick fingers on the sheets, and thrust into his mate. It took only a second, but he finally felt at home.
He met Sebastian’s eyes, his mate pleading for a kiss with a look so drowned in want it nearly broke Gavin’s heart. He leaned in and kissed his mate before straightening back up.
I love you. No matter what happens, you will always be mine.
I love you, too, Gavin.
Holding his mate’s ankles he began to thrust in earnest. Wet, tight heat surrounded him, sucked him in and attempted to hold him captive. He had to curl his toes into the sheet for traction as Sebastian inched towards the headboard with his thrusts.