I looked back at Roman and caught him staring at the door with narrowed eyes. It seemed the jealousy went both ways. “Don’t worry. I’m all yours.”
Roman’s eyes widened. “I didn’t… I don’t…”
“You can be as possessive of me as you wish, pet.”
“You shouldn’t call me that. I’m not—”
“But I wish to keep you, pamper you, and make you happy.”
His teeth sank into his lower lip, and I held out my hand. “Join me.”
We both sank onto the plush rug in front of the fireplace. “Are you chilly, my sweet?”
He frowned. “I’m not sure. I’m hot but also chilled. I feel so strange. You didn’t… You couldn’t have… No, it must be my heat. It just feels different this time.”
“I promise I have done nothing to you, no matter what anyone says, my magic can’t truly compel you.” The mate bond would make him long for me, but it wasn’t something I could control, and it affected me just as strongly. Many times throughout the years, I’d wished I could control human minds the way some thought dragons could. Sadly, we had no such power, though we were a charming and persistent lot.
“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned magic.”
Damn it. He was right. It was so tiresome to have to hide these things. Did humans really have to question everything?
Show him. My dragon insisted. Show him how powerful you are.
“Would you like to see some?” I’d already spilled the secret, so I might as well give him a demonstration. I didn’t think he would run. He was too far into his heat to leave me now. And if he tried, I’d find a way to convince him to come back. He was mine.
“See what? Some magic? Like a trick?”
I smiled. Dear, innocent boy. “Of a sort.”
His eyes held a mixture of confusion and wonder. “I guess so.”
I turned toward the fireplace, and, with a long, slow exhale, I ignited the logs.
He looked back and forth from me to the fireplace. “How did you…? You have a remote, don’t you?”
I shook my head. “Remotes are for gas logs. You can easily see this is real wood.” As if I would use anything else? The smell of burning wood is so enchanting. Also, fire-breathing creatures and pipes filled with gas do not mix.
“But there’s no way you could have… It’s just a trick, right?”
I smiled as I opened the champagne and filled our flutes. “Believe what you must. It’s time for a snack. Soon we won’t be able to think of food. Have a chocolate or two to fuel you.”
He studied the plate of truffles for a few moments before reaching for the one with sea salt on top. I gently pushed his hand away. “Let me.”
He watched me as I picked up the chocolate, a combination of lust and apprehension on his beautiful face.
I brushed my thumb over his lip. “Open your mouth, Roman.”
He did as I said, and his eyes brightened as he bit into the chocolate. “So good,” he said, mouth still full.
He closed his eyes as he finished the treat, and I dropped my hand to my cock, needing to adjust it. I needed to get out of my now too-tight pants. I needed us both naked, but once we were, I wouldn’t be able to play at seduction anymore. I’d be on him, pinning him to the floor, tasting, touching, and driving into him. When our eyes met, I sucked in a breath.
“More?” he asked.
Did he want another truffle, or could he tell what I was thinking? “Let’s play a game.”
“Wh-what kind of game?”
“You offer me something for every truffle I feed you.”
His gaze slid down my body and lingered on the outline of my cock. “What kind of truffle do you like best?”
“Raspberry. But I don’t want truffles. I want something more… intimate.”
“Oh.” His sharp intake of breath affected me as much as if he’d touched my cock instead of merely studying it. “You could kiss me”
“Would you like that, pet?”
He nodded.
I reached for my glass, took a sip, then cupped the back of his head, pulling him to me. My mouth met his and sent the bubbly liquid into him. I felt his body jerk in surprise, but he swallowed quickly and leaned into me asking for more. I brushed my lips over his, leaving him longing for a deeper kiss as I trailed my lips along his jaw and down his neck. I used my teeth, nibbling just enough to elicit a gasp from him. Then I undid the first two buttons on his shirt and pulled it apart so I could lick across his collarbone. Somehow, I managed to pull back before reaching a point where neither of us could stop.
Roman’s eyes darkened as I waited. Would he ask me for what he wanted?
His gaze left mine and traveled along my body as if he was undressing me with his mind. When he glanced at the tray of truffles, his gaze was just as hungry as it had been on me. “Do any of them have cherry inside?”
“You like cherries?”
“I do.”
If his heat wasn’t pulling at us both, I would have called down to the kitchen for a bowl of cherries. I wanted to decorate him, eat them from his body, and feed him from mine until we were covered in juice and hungry for much more than fruit.
Instead, I chose a truffle sprinkled with red sugar, knowing from experience that it was cherry flavored. “Open for me.”
This time he didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and stuck his tongue out just past his lower lip. I wanted to capture it with my teeth, but I held the truffle up instead. He curled his tongue around it and pulled it into his mouth.
Take. Now. My dragon insisted.
I could hold out. I could go slow with this. Soon Roman would beg to be ravished, and I would give him exactly what he needed, but for now I wanted to show him that I had more finesse than the beast that lived inside me. I wanted him awed by my seduction so when my dragon came out to play, he would accept it.
Roman groaned as he chewed. The sounds he made were pure pleasure, no holding back, no attempt to seduce, just an expression of bliss and that was more erotic than anything I’d experienced, even with omegas who’d been trained to give alphas pleasure.
When he finished the chocolate, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Color rose in his cheeks. I lifted my hand and trailed my fingers over his pink cheeks, enjoying the warmth I felt there. “What will you give me now?”
“What do you want?”
“Everything.”
His eyes widened, and he bit his lower lip. “I don’t think I’m…”
“I want you. I want all of you. And you’re perfect.”
He began undoing the other buttons of his shirt, pulling it out from his pants so he could reach the last ones. He let it drop from his shoulders and yanked on his arms trying to free them, but he’d forgotten about the buttons at his wrists. He was trapped, arms pinned by his shirt.
Seeing him like that—pebbled dark nipples, the soft vulnerable flesh of his abdomen, the thin trail of blonde hair that led to the waistband of his pants—I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I grabbed hold of his shirt, tugging until his wrists came together behind his back, then I slid my other hand into his hair and crushed our mouths together. The kiss was the opposite of what I’d given him before. It was wild and rough and full of all the lust I’d been holding back.
He met me with equal fervor. His tongue slid along mine, and he sucked at my lips as he tried his best to free his arms. I growled against his mouth. “I like you like this. Unable to get away from me. Mine to claim.”
“Wh-why?”
“Why do I like it?”
“Why do you want to claim me? This is just… I mean, I thought this was like a hookup for my heat.”
I hissed again and scraped my teeth over his lips. “It’s far more than that. You feel it. I know you do. You’re mine.”
“Is this a game? Like role-play?”
If that’s how he needed to think of it, we could go with that for now. “Let’s pretend I’m a fierce beast. I’ve brought you t
o my lair, and now, I’m going to make you mine.”
“Does that mean you’re going to fuck me?”
I made a strangled sound, and my cock pressed against my pants, needing to be freed. “Is that what you want, my cock filling you?”
He nodded frantically. “I like this game with the chocolates and everything, but my heat is starting to cloud my mind, and I… I need something inside me.”
“You need my knot. You need me to take you again and again until you’re finally satisfied?”
“Oh my God, yes. But I’ve never done this.”
I froze. He couldn’t mean he was a virgin, could he? Dear God… The thought of being the only man who’d ever driven into his tight ass… “You’ve never what?”
“Shared my heat. I’ve never trusted anyone. I don’t know why I’m trusting you now?”
I couldn’t blurt out that he was my mate, no matter how much I wanted to, that would only unsettle him more. “But you have been with men before?”
“Oh, yes, but I’m not very experienced.”
My dragon snarled at the thought of another man touching him, but he’d forget all about them after being with me. “I won’t hurt you, pet. You’re here because I want you to be mine. You feel the pull between us, don’t you?”
He frowned. “I don’t know. I… I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
My dragon was pleased. We were desirable. We were better than everyone else. “No man can do for you what I can. You’ll see.”
“It’s just lust.”
“No, it’s magic.” I knew he wouldn’t take me seriously. Not yet.
“I don’t think I care what it is anymore. I just need you.”
“You need my cock buried inside you. You need my knot. You need me to fuck you so hard you forget everything but getting off?”
“Yes!”
“I will do all of that. Over and over again.”
He whimpered. “Please let me go. I need to touch you.”
I couldn’t deny his request. I didn’t think I could deny him anything. Mate. Please him. Pleasure him.
I helped him unbutton his wrist cuffs and pull off his shirt the rest of the way. Once his hands were freed, he reached for me, but I stepped back. “Strip first. I want to see all of you.”
His fingers fumbled their way through unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper. When he pushed them over his hips, his cock sprang free, slapping against his abdomen. The tip was damp, and I could smell his need and the sweet slick that was readying him to take me, readying him to be bred.
Take him. My dragon grew more restless inside me. He needed to come out. Not yet. I wouldn’t scare Roman.
Once my mate was completely naked, I pulled him to me for another kiss. His hands slid up and down my back, and I grew impatient for him to be touching my bare skin.
“You’re just as beautiful as I imagined,” I whispered against him. “And so needy. I’m going to take such good care of you. I need to let my staff know we’ll be sequestered here for your heat. They’ll bring us food and water and anything else we need. I want you to have every luxury. You’re as much a treasure as anything in my hoard.”
“Your… Your what…?
Rather than answer, I took out my phone, called Richards, and explained what I needed. Then I began to undress. Roman watched me, eyes wide, breath growing increasingly ragged. As I removed my shirt, his hand dropped to his cock, and he began to stroke himself. I wasn’t sure he was even conscious of doing it. I considered ordering him to stop, telling him he could only touch himself when I told him to. The early rush of heat was so intense I couldn’t deny him what he needed, but I would not have him coming from his own hand. I would be the one to bring him the first climax of his heat. “Keep going, but do not come.”
He tried to focus on me, but I could tell it was hard. His mind was foggy with need. “I… I don’t think I can…”
“You can. Now watch me.”
I unbuckled my belt and pulled it off slowly, letting it pass through every loop before snapping it dramatically. Dragons have a bit of a thing for drama. We like to perform, and we like to be watched.
Roman’s hand moved faster on his cock as I toyed with the belt. That was interesting. Maybe later we would see how far that interest went, but not now. Once I was naked, there’d be no more games. Just hard, rough fucking.
I lowered my zipper slowly, and Roman’s breath caught. “Please. I need to see you.”
I smiled. “You need more than that.”
“I do. I’m so wet, so slick for you.”
His words were tentative, but they were the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Get your ass ready for me. I want to watch you.”
He bit his lip, looking unsure.
“Do it now.”
He reached behind himself, and I paused to watch. His mouth dropped open as he began to work a finger inside himself. “That’s good, pet. Now add another.”
He whimpered as he did so. “Yesss. Work them in and out, open yourself up.”
I freed my own cock, and Roman’s mouth dropped open.
“That’s enough, pet. Put your hands behind your back now.”
He whined and tossed his head. “Can’t. Can’t stop.”
I gripped his wrists, squeezing tightly enough to elicit a gasp. He let me move his hands behind his back, and I held them in one of mine as I knelt in front of him. “It’s okay. You don’t have to hold back anymore. I’m going to suck you, and you’re going to come down my throat.”
4
Roman
I couldn’t believe how incredible Laszlo’s mouth felt on me. I wanted—needed—to touch him, and yet the ease with which he held my hands behind my back only made me hotter. How was he so strong? And how did he seem to know exactly what to do to drive me insane? He’d hardly started, and I was ready to spill into him. My climax was going to be intense. I was almost afraid of it, but there was absolutely no way I could hold it back.
Laszlo looked up at me. His eyes had changed again. It couldn’t be magic. That was impossible. I should be afraid. I should… Oh, fuck. I was right on the edge. I was going to… He did something with his tongue against the underside of my cock and that was all it took. I cried out, struggling against his hold as I thrust into him and came down his throat exactly as he’d ordered. Spasm after spasm wracked my body. My vision darkened at the edges, and my legs buckled. “Can’t. I can’t…”
He wrapped an arm around my legs, keeping me upright as he licked my cock clean. I was barely conscious as he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. The mattress felt like a cloud. I was floating, but Laszlo wouldn’t let me get away. “So… good,” I murmured.
He was above me suddenly, pushing my legs up, doubling them on my chest, then he began to lap at my hole. “Please. Not yet. Can’t do this again yet.”
His only response was to hum against me. He licked and teased and when he pushed his tongue inside me, it seemed to go impossibly far. His tongue was so long, and holy God the things he could do with it. When I was nearly mindless from the pleasure, bucking and squirming as he held me down, he finally gave me a moment’s respite. “You’re slick is so good. I could eat you like this all day.”
“Please, it’s too much.”
“You’re already hard again. You need this. Once isn’t enough to calm your heat.”
I knew he was right. Deep throbbing need was already growing again. His tongue felt so good, and the way he was rimming me with utter abandon as if it were the best thing in the world was so fucking hot, but what I really needed was his knot. I still didn’t know what I was thinking sharing my heat with this mysterious man, but I needed him, and I deserved this pleasure.
“Mmmhmm, you do.”
“What?”
“You deserve this. Your body should be worshiped, pleasured until you’re completely exhausted, until you think you might die from it. And then pleasured again once you’ve revived. That’s what I’ll do
for you, pet.”
“How? How did you know I was…”
“I know what my mate needs.”
Mate? There was so much I didn’t understand. But—“Oh, fuck. So good. Don’t stop.”
He was using a finger along with his tongue. Stretching my hole open so he could lick deeper inside. It felt incredible. “Laszlo, I’m going to—”
“Come for me again, pet. Show me how much you need this.”
I did, impossibly soon after the first time. I twisted and squirmed, trying to work him deeper into me as my cock shot another load onto my chest without having been touched.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go like that.”
Normally, I’d be embarrassed by the thought of a stranger watching me. When I’d been with other men, I’d always preferred to be on all fours, where they couldn’t see my face. Or to be in the dark. I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully abandoned all pretense like I had with Laszlo, but when he demanded I show him my need, I wanted to. I wanted to give him everything. There was something about him I couldn’t resist.
He kissed my inner thigh, running his tongue through the slick that had run down my legs as he sucked me. I opened my eyes so I could look at him as he sat back and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking as I watched. It was considerably larger than any other man I’d been with before. Could I really take it all?
Yes. He’s your mate. What did that mean? Heat had never made me this crazy before. My pulse sped up as the vision of him turning into a beast and devouring me returned. Except this time, he was eating me in the best way possible.
Laszlo stretched out on top of me, lining himself up so our cocks rubbed together. I was worn out from two climaxes, but I arched into him, needing the contact anyway. My cock had never completely softened. How could I need more already? “My heat’s never been this intense. Not even my first.”
“It’s our… connection. Your desire for me increases my pheromones, and that intensifies your heat.”
I tried to think through the fog in my head. Was that true? Had I ever heard of such a thing? I didn’t think so. “Is that really—”
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