Bound by Thorns (The Dragon Soul Series)

by Sean Michael

  Grey gave him a look and snorted. “I’m loving on you. Touching you.”

  He didn’t know whether to push it or not, and in the end decided not to. He didn’t think it mattered—the two of them together were special and Grey’s finger-drawings were only binding them more deeply together.

  “I do love it when you touch me,” he told Grey.

  “Good. It would be awful if you hated it.”

  “There’d be something wrong if I hated it. Still, I figure you’d like to hear it, eh?” He wanted to make Grey feel good.

  “I do, yes. Thanks.” Grey leaned forward, kissing his collarbone.

  “Mmm. I like that, too.” Luke moved his hand along Grey’s spine, eager to cup his ass again.

  Grey nuzzled him, licked him, nibbled him. He wrapped his fingers around Grey’s right ass cheek and squeezed, his fingers touching the bottom of the little plug. Grey shifted away, making him chase after that sweet ass. Laughing, he did, moving with Grey, fingers running across Grey’s skin.

  “Be good, now. No touching!” Oh God, please do it again.

  “Touching is my job, Pet.”

  “Your job is being a forest ranger, Dragon.”

  Luke laughed and rolled them, putting Grey beneath him. “And I’ve done that bit today already. Now I can focus on you.”

  Grey was all smiles, excitement flooding their bond. He kissed Grey, then bit at his chin, then his shoulder, rumbling, vibrating against the bone.

  “Toothy...” Grey’s voice rumbled for him, so deep.

  “I’m going to leave marks all over you.”

  “Promises, promises. Maybe I’ll mark you.”

  A shiver of delight went through Luke. “Now who’s making promises?”

  “Well, me.” Grey pushed him off and Luke rolled onto his back. Grey moved carefully, and straddled his thighs.

  “It was kind of a rhetorical question.” He rubbed his hands along Grey’s thigh, warming it, wanting to keep Grey loose, and not hurting.

  “Uh-huh.” Grey leaned in, tongue dragging on his throat.

  He tilted his head up, offering Grey his neck. He would let Grey love on him. He was rather enjoying having someone else take the reins.

  “I’ve never given anyone a hickey,” Grey said, examining the flesh he’d been licking.

  “I get to be a lot of your firsts. I like that.” He liked it a lot, in a very possessive, growly kind of way. He rumbled happily.

  “Almost all of them. At least in this arena.” Flashes of war and guns, bullets and pain zipped through Grey’s mind.

  Luke growled and wrapped his hand around the back of Grey’s head, bringing him up for a hard kiss. “You’ll never be hurt like that again.” He would protect his Grey from all the horrors the world dealt out.

  “You don’t need to see that part. That part is...gone now.”

  He loved that Grey wanted to protect him from the things he’d experienced.

  “If it’s a part of you, then I will see it. I will protect you from it, too.” He took another kiss, letting Grey know without words how much he was on Grey’s side. Then he relaxed back onto the bed, letting his hand glide over Grey’s body

  Grey began to lick and nuzzle his skin again, and he moaned when Grey’s lips fastened on his throat. He rumbled for his lover, feeling the way the vibrations changed the sensation between Grey’s lips and his skin. He hoped Grey felt it, too. Grey pressed closer, little sounds hiccupping on his throat.

  Yeah, Grey felt it. Luke rumbled louder, the sound coming from deep inside him. The sound, these feelings, they belonged to Grey and only to Grey.

  Love that. Makes me so happy.

  Want to make you happy. Your happiness is everything. Luke continued to touch, his body undulating, moving against Grey as the licks and suction on his neck continued.

  The blood was drawn to the surface, the area tingling madly. He bucked restlessly, not hard enough to throw Grey off, but definitely rubbing them together more firmly. “Make it dark,” he growled out. He wanted to be able to see it for days, to feel it throbbing.

  I am. Pushy dragon.

  Oh, little shit.

  Greyson chuckled, teeth scraping the spot.

  Brat.

  He growled and, after letting Grey have another moment to work up the mark, he rolled them, putting Grey beneath him again. “I’ll show you pushy.” He totally was pushy and he would prove it.

  “You do show me pushy. All the time.” Greyson was altogether too sure of himself. It was delightful to see.

  He growled happily and bit at Greyson’s neck, in the same spot where he could feel Grey’s mark on him. He worried Grey’s skin with his teeth, bringing up a dark mark quickly.

  “Oh. That’s hot. Careful now. You’ll make it burn.”

  “You said it was hot. I don’t think you really want me to be careful.”

  Grey’s thoughts confirmed it, all full of how much Grey was loving each touch, each pull.

  Luke sucked harder, worried the skin with his teeth. Grey was going to feel this for days. Grey arched under him, the flood of arousal enough to make Luke dizzy as hell. He ran his hand along Grey’s body, using his thumb to press against Grey’s right nipple. He pressed and rubbed it back and forth several times.

  When Grey began pushing back against his touch, he grinned and started pinching. Grey cried out and bucked up hard.

  “I knew you’d love that. I have the clamps I mentioned earlier—easy ones, hard ones. We can totally play with variety.”

  “Shh. Kiss me. The plug’s enough.” Grey was imagining what the clamps might look like, though, so Luke shared a vision of them, with Grey wearing them.

  “The plug is the beginning, Pet. And I have so many toys. So very many. I have been waiting for you for a long time.” And he was going to use every toy they had. In fact, they were going to buy more. When Grey was ready.

  Greyson’s cheeks went red and he ducked his head. “I don’t know about that...” Tell me more.

  “You do, deep down. I can feel your heart racing, and your cock is hard, leaking. You want me, want more of what I can give you.”

  “Of course I want you.” That isn’t in question, is it?

  Luke shook his head. No, not at all.

  He went back to touching, fingers rough with Grey’s nipples, pinching and twisting, bringing the blood rushing to them. He felt Grey working the plug, rocking against him, cock hard and leaking. How delicious. He moved with Grey, pressing back against the lithe body. He loved the scent of Grey’s pre-come as it dripped against his skin.

  See? This is all we need. Beneath Grey’s thought, Luke felt curiosity.

  Laughing, he pinched Grey’s right nipple again, proving what exactly it was that had Grey rocking into him.

  Grey gasped, eyes flying open. “Dammit.”

  Luke shook his head, rubbing their lips together. “It’s a good thing. We’re going to have so much fun together.”

  “I—” Grey arched up, bucking hard.

  “I don’t want you to come yet,” he warned Grey. “Do you need a cockring to help keep that from happening?” He didn’t know if Grey had ever seen one or knew what they were for, so he sent images of Grey’s cock and balls, obscene and delightful in a cockring.

  “What?” Grey’s cock jerked in his hand.

  “I’m going to take that as a yes, you do need help to keep from coming.” He sent another image of Grey’s package all trussed up, then got up. “Hold that thought.” There had to be a cockring or twenty in his chest.

  “Don’t go...”

  “I’m grabbing that cockring. I don’t even have to leave the room.”

  “What’s it made of?”

  “The one I have in mind is this jewel-tone blue leather. It�
��s going to look amazing holding your package tight.”

  Grey blushed, but didn’t argue.

  He opened the little drawer at the end of the dresser before going to his chest and was glad he had; the one he had in mind was right there, calling to him.

  He wanted to see this, to bind Grey up and nuzzle the heavy balls. “You know, I still haven’t shaved you.”

  Grey touched his cheeks. “Sure you did. It’s growing back, but it’s still stubble.”

  He laughed happily. “I wasn’t talking about your face, Pet. And this cockring will work better if you’re bare.”

  Those long fingers covered Grey’s cock and balls, but he could feel Grey’s curiosity and excitement through the bond.

  “You can’t hide from me.” He took Grey’s hands and lifted them away from his body. “We’re going to do it now. Do your body and the cockring justice.”

  “That’s not cool. I can’t... That’s a little much, don’t you think?” What would it feel like?

  “It’s not too much at all. I think it’s just enough.” He ran his fingers through the curls around Grey’s cock, tugged on them. “Your skin will be supersensitive all exposed like that.”

  “I’ll look weird.” I don’t want you to think I look funny.

  Luke tilted his head and stood, arms out. Then he pointed at his own cock and balls. “You think this is weird?”

  “No. You’re beautiful.”

  “There you go. You’re going to be beautiful, too.” Trust me.

  I do. “It’s only hair, I guess. It’ll grow back.” I think I might like it. God, that’s so kinky.

  “It will grow back.” It is kinky and there’s nothing wrong with liking it.

  “It makes me stupidly nervous. I don’t even know why.”

  He sat back on the bed next to Grey, laying his hands on his soul mate. “Doing things that make you nervous can be hot. Can be arousing.”

  “I just... I suppose so? Maybe?”

  “Are you more nervous about how it’s going to look or that you might like it?”

  “I’m nervous about the weirdness of it. There’s a...a power about growing your hair down there.”

  He tilted his head. “A power?”

  “You know, when you’re a kid and suddenly you’re ‘a man’.”

  “Ah. I never experienced that,” he noted. “So you don’t think you’ll feel like a man when I shave you?”

  “No, I just... It’s like a silly hang-up. What if you look at me and go ‘ew’.”

  “I promise you that I will not look at you and go ‘ew’.” That he could easily guarantee.

  Grey reached for him, hugged him. “I’m a dork. Let’s do it.” There was more excitement coming through the bond now and a healthy dose of curiosity.

  “You’re my dork and yes, let’s. I’ll get a towel, a bowl of water, and the knife. You keep on lying there, looking hot and adorable at the same time.”

  “Bring a few towels, huh? I don’t want to mess up your bed.”

  “Our bed,” he corrected immediately.

  “Our bed.” Grey’s cheeks went pink.

  “Our bed,” he said again, letting the words roll off his tongue. “Now hold that thought while I gather supplies.”

  He hit the closet in the en suite, grabbing a bunch of towels, shaving cream, scissors, and the sharp knife they’d used as a razor earlier. He brought it all back to Grey.

  “You can set up the bed while I get the water.”

  “You got it. Lord, I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I’ve never done anything so kinky. It is hot somehow.

  “I can.” He gave Grey a kiss. With that, he headed for the kitchen to get a bowl with hot water.

  He found one that would be perfect, then decided he needed two—including one that stayed clean that he could use to rinse off Grey’s skin. One bowl of hot water in each hand, he headed back to the bedroom.

  Grey was smoothing out the towels, plugged ass up in the air.

  “Mmm, now there’s a sight to see.” He set the bowls down on the ground and rubbed his hand over Grey’s ass. “Gorgeous. Tempting. Mine.”

  Grey pushed back into his touch, ass clenching.

  “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” He continued to touch, fingertips moving on Grey’s skin.

  “I like that you want me. I’ve always had to work for approval, but with you...it seems so easy, like all I have to do is be me. You have no idea how freeing that is.”

  “You’re right, I do want you just as you are.” He touched the base of the plug, wriggling it back and forth.

  “Take it out?”

  “Oh, no, I think you’ll enjoy this more with it in.” He stroked that lovely ass again, then patted it. “All right, lie down on your back for me.”

  Grey moved easily. Luke ran his fingers along Grey’s skin, slowly working his way up to Grey’s crotch. He stroked the heavy curls, tugging at them, pulling a little too hard.

  Grey gasped and bucked up. He liked that.

  “I won’t be able to do that once they’re gone, will I?” He couldn’t help but tease.

  “They’ll grow back. I’m not worried,” Grey teased back.

  He watched Grey—with his soul and with his eyes. His pet was flushed and hard, buzzing with excitement.

  “What?” Grey asked, going pinker.

  “I could look at you forever.”

  “Forever is a long time, Dragon.”

  “That’s what you keep saying, but I don’t know if it’s long enough.” He tugged one last time, then let Grey’s pubes go.

  “I think both things can be true, you know. They don’t contradict themselves.”

  “No, I suppose they don’t.” Luke grabbed the scissors and carefully began cutting the curls off as low as he could.

  His pet shivered, breath coming faster, lighter.

  “Easy, Pet, I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “I’m not scared of you. At all.” The truth of that rang through Grey’s mind.

  “No, but you’re nervous about having the scissors so close to your cock and balls.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, a little.”

  “You don’t have to be, though. I’m not going to let anything hurt you.” He put the scissors away and petted Grey’s tender parts. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

  “That’s not enough?” Grey relaxed, eyelids going heavy.

  “How disappointed would you be if I said ‘yes’?” He knew damn well that Grey was counting on him not stopping. And he wasn’t going to disappoint his pet. He wasn’t stopping.

  Grey reached down, touched the stubble. “It’s rough, Dragon. I don’t like it.” Do it. Shave me bare.

  “No, I don’t, either. Don’t worry, I’m not stopping.” He grabbed a cloth and dipped it in one of the bowls, then dabbed at Grey’s stubble, wetting it in advance of putting on the shaving cream. The skin here had not felt a lover’s touch, not ever. It made him shiver with excitement.

  He sprayed the shaving cream into his hands and rubbed them together, foaming it up. Then he rubbed the foam into Grey’s former short and curlies.

  Grey chuckled. “You are altogether too excited about this.”

  “I hope you are, too.” He rolled Grey’s balls, the shaving cream making everything slick.

  “I am. It’s very new, so that’s exciting.” Grey spread a little wider.

  Luke smiled and grabbed the knife. He took a breath or two, then began. The scrape of the blade seemed loud, and he growled deep in his chest.

  “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded. He wanted to know everything.

  “I can feel every hair, Dragon. Every one.” It’s making me so hard.

  “Excellent.”

  “Ye
ah. Yeah, a little huge.” Grey blinked, then chuckled, the sound husky. “Because that makes sense.”

  He loved that Grey was comfortable enough with him that he could tease, laugh a little. “I liked it, though.”

  “Touch the bare skin? Let me feel it?”

  “When I’m done. So pushy.” He winked, delighted by how much Grey was all about the sensation. He continued to shave, moving Grey’s cock out of the way as he needed. He cleaned up all above Grey’s prick, then started down on the sensitive ball sac.

  Grey shivered.

  “Almost done. And then I’ll touch.” He was going to drive Grey out of his mind with pleasure. “I have to clean you up here and around your hole.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me.” He thought Grey liked hearing what he was planning to do, that Grey liked the little shock, the thrill that came with it.

  “You can’t shave that, man!”

  “On the contrary, I do believe I can.” He encouraged Grey to pull his legs back, exposing his hole.

  “But—”

  He stroked the tiny hole, the base of the plug. Grey stilled, made a noise for him. At that, he took the plug out, drawing it slowly from Grey’s body.

  “Oh God. Please. Please, Dragon.”

  “Needy pet.”

  “Come on.”

  Using the fingers of one hand, he held apart Grey’s ass cheeks and carefully scraped away the little hairs there. Grey was hiding his face in one arm, hand creeping down to touch himself.

  “I get first touch,” he told Grey, watching as his words made Grey freeze.

  “You do, huh? That’s...” Hot. “...fair.”

  “Uh-huh.” He reached for Grey’s newly bared skin, gliding his fingertips along the smooth warmth.

  Grey’s moan was deep, hungry, floating in the air.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He touched Grey’s hole, then ran his fingers up over Grey’s balls, loving the smooth glide.

  “Yeah. Yeah, it’s intense.”

  He kept touching, loving the way Grey shifted, his breath coming faster and faster.

  “Mine.” He dragged one nail over the newly bared skin.

  Grey shouted for him, sounding shocked. “Oh God!”

  “Nope. But I am a dragon, so that’s probably almost the same thing.”