Dragon's Hoard

by M. A. Church

  Avery caressed the skin on Warwick’s bare legs, enjoying the feel of the soft hair under his hands. Wanting to do more, he tried to deep-throat Warwick and gagged.

  “Easy,” Warwick whispered, brushing his hand over Avery’s hair. “Take it easy. There’s no rush. Take what you can.”

  Avery eased back so it didn’t feel like he was strangling, then returned to bobbing his head. Yeah, this was much better.

  “Like that. Yes. Makes me crazy.” Warwick clasped Avery’s head. “Going to go easy, don’t worry.”

  Avery relaxed, letting Warwick gently fuck his mouth.

  Warwick grunted. “Gods, your mouth. Love how you suck my cock. Look at you with your lips stretched around me.”

  Avery wished he could see what they looked like too.

  Warwick trembled, hissed, then pulled his dick out of Avery’s mouth, panting. “Y-you damn near made me come like an untried lad. I….” Warwick eased Avery off his knees and wrapped his arms around him. “Don’t want to come yet.”

  “But—” Avery took a deep breath. “—but I didn’t want to stop.”

  “Ye gods.” Warwick grunted, closing his eyes almost as if he was in pain. His chest rumbled with a rolling growl. Warwick opened his eyes again. “You can’t say stuff like that or I’ll…. Just wanted to slow down a bit, that’s all. We have all the time in the world.”

  “But I don’t want to wait.” Avery stepped back, putting a little room between them, then shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Next came his shoes. He started to unbutton his jeans, but Warwick grabbed his hand.

  “Let me.”

  Avery sucked his belly in as Warwick undid his jeans, reached inside, and pulled Avery’s shaft free. Warm air swirled around his cock.

  “Mmm, so hard for me.”

  Avery’s vision wavered as Warwick ran his thumb back and forth across the head of his cock, teasing the small opening. Unable to help himself, he thrust into Warwick’s hand. The scent of chocolate spiked, and Avery licked his lips.

  Warwick released him long enough to push his jeans the rest of the way down, and Avery kicked them off to the side. There was something so naughty about being totally nude while Warwick was half-dressed. But while it was hot, he wanted skin on skin.

  “Strip, please? I want to see you. Need to.”

  “Remember, that cock is mine. No touching until I say.”

  “O-okay,” Avery said, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, though he was doubtful he would be able to fulfill that promise.

  He squeaked when Warwick picked him up and tossed him on the bed. Avery’s mouth fell open at Warwick’s strength. He might be on the small side for a werewolf, but he was certainly no weakling, and Warwick lifted him like he weighed nothing. Instead of being insulted, he laughed. The very first chance he got, he was going to repay the favor. Heavy-lidded, he sprawled on the bed, watching as Warwick stripped, heedlessly throwing off his clothes. Avery bit his lip. Warwick didn’t strike him as the messy type despite that incident.

  Warwick crawled across the bed, sleek and sexy, prowling closer. A brief moment of fear touched Avery’s mind. What had he gotten himself into?

  “Shh, relax. I burn with need for you, but I won’t hurt you. Not you. Never you. You are my everything. My only.”

  The slight touch of fear evaporated at Warwick’s words. Oh gods. Avery melted a little. Had anyone ever said anything so… touching to him before? Under that cold and merciless exterior Warwick portrayed to the world, there was a loving and damn well poetic man who seemed to know exactly what Avery needed.

  Avery’s breathing increased, but not in fear, becoming faster as he watched Warwick settle over him. Instinctively Avery bared his neck. Warwick’s lips whispered across his jaw, then upward. Restless, Avery ran his hands up and down Warwick’s sides, thrilling at the toned muscles under his touch. He shivered at a warm burst of air in his ear, surprised at how sensitive he was there. His balls ached with the need to come, but he kept his hands off himself. Warwick’s wet tongue caressed the shell of his ear. He moaned again, his body restless as he operated on instinct only.

  “Easy.”

  Avery’s dick throbbed. “Fuck easy.”

  A tingle that started at his toes traveled up his body until it nailed him in the back of the head. Warwick sat up, straddling Avery, who blinked in surprise at the position. He figured he’d be the one on the bottom, especially since he was the less dominant of the two.

  Warwick ran his short nails down Avery’s chest, and Avery stopped worrying about positions and much of anything else. He arched against the bed and groaned at the touch. He clenched his fists, determined to stay still. His dick was hard, lying against his stomach, and he almost screamed when Warwick wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked him. Lost in the sensation, Avery forgot about staying still and writhed on the bed, his mind threatening to shut down from the exquisite pressure on his cock.

  Avery fisted the sheets, his head thrown back. His breath stuttered in his chest. Mouth open, he panted. Unable to help himself, he thrust his hips upward as Warwick worked him. Just as he thought he was going to explode, Warwick moved off him. Avery whimpered as Warwick settled next to him.

  “It’s okay.”

  “I’m so past okay, it’s not funny. I need, dammit.”

  “I’ll give you what you need. Always. Trust me, Avery. I want to make this good for you. There’s going to be a little pain, and I want you worked up enough for it not to matter.” Warwick reached into the table by the bed and grabbed the lube.

  Avery bit his lip. Worry and excitement warred within him.

  “Just a touch. No hurry here. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Worry gave way.

  “Lift your knees up for me.”

  Avery raised his knees up, feet flat on the bed as the fire popped and hissed in the fireplace across the room. Avery could relate. He was burning up too.

  Warwick moved until he was between Avery’s spread legs and opened the lube. Avery listened as Warwick squirted some into his hand. Body tense, he jumped when Warwick rubbed his slick finger back and forth across his hole, spreading the lube that he’d warmed up first. Avery moaned, thankful Warwick took the time to allow him to get used to his touch. He couldn’t stop his body from clenching when Warwick eased the tip of his finger inside him. Warwick watched him, giving him time to adjust.

  Then Warwick stroked his dick, and Avery’s body trembled, drawing his attention away from his ass. Pleasure raced through him, and Warwick slipped his finger farther inside when Avery loosened. He relaxed, and Warwick curling it slightly. Avery’s body arched when Warwick’s finger brushed his hot spot.

  Warwick played with his body, working him open. Avery was going to lose his mind. He was ready to demand Warwick do something, but then Warwick added another finger. Avery grunted at the slight burn, but it gave way to pleasure quickly. Endless minutes passed as Warwick opened him up. When there was only pleasure, Avery tried to shove back.

  “Hungry, are you?” Warwick teased.

  “Hell, yes.” Avery wiggled his hips. His body was past ready.

  Warwick added another finger, pushing in rapidly.

  “Warwick, please, I need… I need… please.” Avery’s voice quivered.

  Warwick removed his fingers and sat back, resting on his heels. He lifted Avery’s legs up onto his shoulders and lined his cock up, brushing the head across Avery’s hole. Finally he started pushing, easing the tip inside.

  Avery shook as his hole clenched, then opened. It burned slightly, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. If Warwick didn’t get in him soon, he’d take things in hand and make him. “I’m ready, oh goddess, I’m so fucking ready!”

  Warwick swore as he came down over Avery, braced on his hands. He stared down at Avery. “Push out, dammit. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Avery snarled up at Warwick, glowering at him through all that long black hair. “I’m a werewolf! You can’t
hurt me… not easily, at least.”

  “Bullshit. You’re a virgin.”

  “Oh, fuck that. Get in me!” Avery pulled him inside.

  Chapter Sixteen

  WARWICK swore hard as Avery pulled him in. He was going to lose his mind. Avery was so hot and tight. He fit Warwick like a glove. Avery’s hands flew up and grabbed his arms.

  Warwick kept the place slow, but when Avery growled at him, he picked up speed. Little pricks of pain at his arms caught his attention, and he glanced over. Avery’s claws had come out. He glanced back at Avery’s face. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was open, and he was panting. He could see Avery’s fangs had lengthened.

  “So good, so good. Harder,” he whispered.

  Still worried about hurting him since this was his first time, Warwick kept the pace easy. Then Avery opened his eyes. They were amber, and the look was more than a little annoyed.

  Surprised to see Avery’s wolf that close to the surface, he hesitated. Then Avery’s words replayed in his head about being a werewolf and not easily hurt. Avery knew his body better than Warwick did. If Avery said he could handle more, who was Warwick to say he couldn’t? Taking Avery at his word, he pumped in and out of Avery harder. Avery gasped and tightened his legs, urging him on. Those tempting lips of Avery’s called to him, and he plunged his tongue into Avery’s mouth. Avery growled and wrapped his arms around Warwick’s neck.

  Warwick pounded into him, going faster as Avery moved with him, but he needed to see Avery, needed to see his face. He ended the kiss and tossed his hair to the side, finally about to see the expressions crossing Avery’s face while he pleasured him. What he saw was good, but not good enough. He wanted Avery mad with pleasure. He changed the angle.

  Avery yelled. “Holy shit!”

  Warwick smirked. Bingo. He was hitting Avery’s prostate every time now. “Stroke that dick for me.”

  Avery fisted his cock as Warwick glided in and out of his ass. One final hard push and Warwick, jerked back from Avery.

  “Avery…,” Warwick swallowed hard. An ache spread through his balls, a tingling that signaled his release was close. “Going to come. Y-you ready…?”

  Avery turned his head, exposing his neck. “Do it.”

  Warwick allowed the scrollwork to appear around his eyes and his fangs to drop. With a loud roar, Warwick struck. His teeth pierced the skin where Avery’s shoulder and neck met. Avery yelped and stiffened beneath him. Warwick wished there was some way to stop the momentary flash of pain, but there wasn’t. He stilled, waiting, not wanting to add to the discomfort. A few seconds later, Avery moaned in pleasure this time, tightening up on his cock, and Warwick resumed thrusting. Warwick drank as he moved in Avery. Dimly, he heard the boom of thunder in the distance; then there was a flash of lightning with a loud simultaneous crack. For a brief moment, the room was awash in light and sound.

  “Oh gods, oh gods… going to….” Avery snarled, then came in a rush.

  Warwick trembled at the heat he felt between them, then gently slid his fangs out of Avery’s skin. He licked the few drops of blood there, gently cleaning Avery’s neck.

  Warwick threw his head back and hissed. He was about to come. “Mate, my mate….”

  He roared when Avery flipped them over and sank his fangs into Warwick’s neck in return. The abrupt pain from the bite and pleasure of Avery grinding on top of him scrambled his brain as Avery drank his blood. He lost control and came, hard. His vision wavered as desire exploded through him. Never had he felt anything like that.

  His dragon stirred in his mind, then sighed softly, shocking Warwick. He hadn’t been sure exactly how his dragon would react, but apparently it wasn’t going to be a problem. He seemed… happy.

  Avery removed his fangs and licked the skin so it would heal. “Mine,” Avery growled, staring at Warwick.

  Warwick was amazed by the determination in Avery’s eyes. Avery was no pushover, regardless of being an Omega. Warwick was beginning to wonder if the whole class hadn’t been misidentified, because Avery was certainly no spoiled, weak man. “And you’re mine too.”

  Avery nodded, then collapsed on Warwick’s chest, almost as if now that he’d made his point, he could rest. “We’re going to be doing this more often.”

  “I’m thrilled to hear it.”

  Avery chuckled, then slid off Warwick. Lying down next to him, Avery rested his hand on Warwick’s chest and yawned. “Suddenly I’m really tired, but I need to take a shower. Want to join me?”

  “Why don’t you get started, and I’ll be in there shortly. I’m going to arrange to have dinner brought up in about thirty minutes. Is that okay?”

  Avery rolled over and stood by the edge of the bed. “Oh yeah, forgot about the wooden spoon threat. What are we having?”

  “Something with meat. Got to keep your energy levels up.”

  “Yours too.” Avery winked.

  Warwick’s cock twitched in interest. “I will, believe me. Bathroom’s through there.” He pointed while all the while trying to convince his cock it wasn’t time to go again. “Towels are in the cabinet, and there’s shampoo and other necessities in the shower.”

  “Thanks. Hurry, okay?”

  “I will.” Warwick watched Avery stroll to the bathroom, admiring that ass. Soon he planned on spending an entire night worshiping that part of Avery’s anatomy.

  Warwick heard the shower turn on, so he left the bed and picked up the phone on the end table. After he place his orders for a meal to be provided in about thirty minutes, he walked to the bathroom. As he passed the bathroom mirror, he noticed the scar where his shoulder and neck met. He paused. Well, now, that was a surprise. He healed so quickly, scars were almost impossible to leave. He trailed his fingers over the mark, and it tingled. Pleased, he turned to the shower, opened the glass door, and stepped inside the steam. Beads of water ran down Avery’s body. Warwick licked his lips. He’d be waking up to the sight of Avery for the rest of his life and couldn’t be happier.

  Avery’s head was tilted back as he washed his hair, his fingers working the shampoo through his long locks. Warwick moved closer and rested his hand on Avery’s hip. Avery finished rinsing his hair, slicked it back, and opened his eyes. He looked at Warwick, a small smile on his face.

  “I really like this shampoo and—Oh. Oh, Warwick.” Avery reached out and feathered his fingers across the scar on Warwick’s neck. “Look at that. I marked you.” Then sadness crossed Avery’s face.

  Warwick struggled to swallow. He lifted his hand and touched where Avery’s scar should have been. “I’m so sorry.”

  Avery shrugged, then dropped his eyes. “We knew it was a possibility your mark wouldn’t take.”

  Warwick nudged Avery’s chin up. “It doesn’t matter. Yes, I wish there’d been something there, especially since that’s an important part of your rituals, but it changes nothing. I don’t need a mark upon you to prove to others you’re mine. But still, I am sorry. Know that I’ll wear yours proudly.” Warwick held his arms open.

  “I know.” Avery moved into Warwick’s arms. “There’s no point in me getting upset over it.”

  “If you want to get upset, get upset.”

  Avery buried his head in Warwick’s shoulder. “No. I wanted it, true, but like you said… in the end, it doesn’t matter.” Avery lifted his head, then turned around and picked up the soap. He turned back around to Warwick and waggled his eyebrows. “Now, how about I clean you up?”

  Warwick played along, even though he could see shadows of pain in Avery’s eyes. He ached to fix it. He’d finally run across a situation he was incapable of correcting to his satisfaction, and he hated how impotent he felt. Neither his money nor his power could get Avery what he wanted.

  Desperately, he tried to find something to make the situation better, but came up empty. Tattoos were out since werewolves healed incredibly fast, and the human tradition of wearing wedding bands wouldn’t work either unless Avery was willing to take it off every time
he shifted.

  But Warwick refused to accept defeat. There must be something he could do; he only needed to put his mind to it. He shoved the thought away. He would deal with it later. For now, Avery needed all of his attention.

  Avery bathed him tenderly, and Warwick made sure to return the favor. They laughed and joked, but there was still a note of disappointment in Avery’s actions and words. After they showered, Warwick slipped on red silken night pants. From his closet he pulled out a matching red robe with dragons on it.

  Avery opened his overnight bag and pulled out a pair of boxers. He slipped them on, then glanced at Warwick. “Oh gods, would you look at you? Love the robe. Dragons, huh? Who would have thought?”

  Warwick winked. “I like dragons, what can I say?”

  “So do I.” But Avery frowned down at his boxers. “I didn’t bring anything like a robe or night pants. Maybe I should slip my jeans back on…. Okay, what are you doing?”

  Warwick returned to his closet and flipped through the various hangers. “No need to get dressed again. Ah, yes, I think this will work.” He walked back to the bedroom with a black silken robe over his arm. “Here. You can borrow this. In fact, you’re welcome to anything in my closet.”

  Avery eyed the robe. “I’ve never owned a silk robe before.”

  “There’s a first time for everything. I think you’ll like it.” Warwick helped Avery slip it on.

  “Mmm, I love the feel of silk against my skin. I wonder why I never thought about this before.” Avery belted the robe.

  A knock came at the bedroom door, and Avery jumped.

  “Come in,” Warwick called, wondering if Avery was nervous. Or was he shy? Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe the knock had startled Avery and that was all. Good gods, look at him fluttering around. Dragons did not flutter.

  LeMoyne opened the bedroom door. “Good evening, Master Warwick, Master Avery. Dinner is served,” LeMoyne said as he pushed the cart inside. “Shall I set up by the fireplace, sir?”

  “Yes, that would be fine.”

  LeMoyne nodded, pushed the cart over to the seating area, and started uncovering trays. After he was done, he turned back around. He sniffed, then grinned. “I congratulate you upon your mating.”