Bound by Thorns (The Dragon Soul Series)

by Sean Michael

  “Blasphemy.” Grey burst into warm laughter

  “I don’t think so.” He didn’t really care, either way. His kind prayed to a goddess or two.

  “No. You’re...you’re my hero, Luke.”

  “And you are mine. My own soul mate who survived so much.” He continued to play with that newly bared skin, wondering if Grey remembered why they’d done this and therefore what was coming up. He doubted it. There was no anticipation in Grey’s thoughts, simply a low hum, a steady pleasure. He’d get to surprise Grey with it all over again. Rumbling happily, he cupped Grey’s balls, then stroked his cock.

  “Oh...” Grey began to move, riding his touch.

  He could watch his soul mate move all day long. But he wasn’t letting Grey come right now; there was so much he wanted to do. He had to remind himself they had all the time in the world.

  “Just a few more touches before I use the cockring, so enjoy each one.”

  “No. Just touch me, please.” Grey wanted to come.

  Luke shook his head. “No, we have a plan and it involves the cockring. All this,” he waved his hand over Grey’s shaved skin, “was in aid of the cockring.”

  “I didn’t have a plan...”

  “No, but I did.” He had so many plans.

  “Uh-huh. Please, man. Please, I need more.” I need you.

  “I know. And I’m going to give you everything.” He grabbed the cockring and put it on Grey’s belly, letting that lovely skin warm the leather.

  Grey picked it up, touched it. “It’s soft. Pretty leather, too.”

  “It’s going to look stunning. You are going to look stunning.” He pictured it again, sharing that with Grey.

  Grey gasped, a drop of pre-come slipping from the slit of his prick. “Fuck. Naughty.”

  “Wonderfully so. We’re going to do this and then we’re going to admire it. And we’re going to remember for a very long time how you looked the first time you wore a cockring.”

  “Crazy old dragon. Are you going to fuck me again?” Please. I want you so bad.

  “God yes. I’d hate to disappoint you by not doing it.”

  “I’d hate for you to disappoint me, too.” Now Greyson was just giving him hell.

  “Brat,” he accused fondly as he stroked Grey’s cock good and quick, his hand tight.

  Grey didn’t answer except with a low, keening cry.

  “Time for the cockring.” Before he forgot himself and drove Grey to orgasm instead of trussing him up.

  Luke picked up the cockring and pushed it down to the base of Grey’s cock.

  Grey wiggled, as he fastened it behind the heavy ball sac, pushing the entire package forward. He shifted them slightly, made sure that Grey’s package was exposed to best advantage.

  “That’s awful. It’s like ‘look at my penis!’”

  “Awful? Really?” It was definitely obscene, but beautiful at the same time. He ran his finger over the stretched thin skin of Grey’s balls, then the length of his cock.

  “Awful’s a strong word...” Grey pushed up into the touch.

  “It’s not the right word at all for this beautiful package. It makes me hard. It makes me want you.” He rubbed his finger across the leaking tip of Grey’s cock.

  “Oh fuck. That’s good.” Grey actually sat up in the bed, his muscles rippling.

  “It’s even better with the ring on it, isn’t it? Everything is bigger.” He could feel the pleasure and need pouring from Grey.

  Grey stared at him, little sounds echoing in his chest. He met Grey’s gaze. My beautiful soul mate. Stunning.

  I need you.

  I know.

  He spread Grey’s legs as he slicked up his fingers. Then he rubbed one along Grey’s crack. It was gratifying as fuck when his pet pushed back at him.

  He pressed his finger in, loving the wonderful heat that he sank into.

  “More.”

  “Demanding pet.”

  “You keep saying that.”

  “Well, you keep demanding.”

  “I know.” Grey met his gaze, so serious for a second. “You make me feel wild.”

  “That’s a good thing. It pleases me. I want you to be wilder than you ever dreamed possible.”

  “Okay.”

  He knew Grey didn’t understand, but he also knew Grey believed in him, would try for him.

  He touched Grey’s cock with his free hand, and pushed a second finger into Grey’s body, sending them deep. His pet’s eyes closed, the focus on Luke enough to make him want to roar.

  He found Grey’s gland, pegging it several times. He wanted to make Grey as crazy as he could.

  “More. Fuck, I want more.”

  He swatted Grey’s cock lightly. “No cursing.”

  “Don’t hit my cock!”

  “Then don’t curse.” He tapped Grey’s cock again, lighter this time, making it bounce.

  “Don’t.” Grey stared at him, eyes almost burning in his skull. Do it again.

  “This?” He tapped that lovely cock again.

  Grey cupped his prick, holding it close. God yes. More.

  Luke chuckled and put a third finger into Grey’s body. He groaned at how it gripped him, squeezing him tight. He watched as Grey began to stroke himself, jacking in long, slow pulls. Naughty, naughty. He let it go on for a few moments, then put his hand on top of Grey’s, stilling the movements. “You’re not allowed to come, remember?”

  “We didn’t say that...”

  “Didn’t we? The cockring says it for us, if we didn’t.”

  “I don’t... What do I say to that?” I want to come.

  “You say I’m sorry for trying to come.” He winked at Grey.

  “I’m not sorry, though. That would be a lie.”

  He laughed. “Fair enough. Then tell me to fuck you already.”

  “Fuck me already. Hard.” Grey stared at him, the demand backed up by that look.

  “You got it.” He pulled his fingers away and slicked up his cock.

  Grey’s hand began to move again, pretty eyes on his prick.

  “Pet.” He growled it out, a warning.

  “Uh-huh?” He could feel Grey’s confusion—the conflict between wanting to submit and wanting to push.

  “If you need to touch something, touch me.”

  That order was apparently easy, because Grey reached for him immediately. Not that he was complaining; he enjoyed Grey’s touch more than he’d ever enjoyed anyone else’s. Ever.

  He rumbled happily and pushed into Grey’s hands, even as he sank into Grey’s heat.

  “Yes...” Grey grabbed him, squeezing him tight.

  He tugged partway out, Grey fighting to keep him inside as long as possible. Then he pushed in all the way. Grey began to ride him, hips moving in steady, sure pulses.

  He knew it was a miracle that Grey could move like this now. He also knew Grey wasn’t thinking about that at all. Grey was only thinking about the immense pleasure. That was what he wanted. Grey lost in him.

  He found a rhythm, holding Grey’s gaze as he entered Grey time and again. He revelled in every squeeze of Grey’s body around his cock, in every breath that Grey took. He held Grey’s hip, supporting them both, holding them.

  He touched Grey’s cock, his balls. Then he touched that pretty cock a little harder. It was offered up in that ring so prettily. Finding the tip of that lovely cock, he rubbed the little slit, feeling the pre-come spreading over Grey’s hot skin.

  “Damn. Damn. That—” Grey tossed his head.

  “I know it’s good. That’s why I’m doing it.”

  “Careful! It’s too big.”

  “No such thing.” He pushed in hard, hitting Grey’s gland. Now that he’d found it, he
stayed right there, working it.

  “Please!” Grey called out again and again. Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop.

  He didn’t stop, he continued to push into Grey, to send his lover flying higher.

  “Need to come!”

  “Not yet. Not until I take off the ring. It’ll help you keep it in.”

  Grey whimpered, twisting under Luke’s hands.

  So beautiful. Luke knew he’d always want Grey like this, giving in to the pleasure and utterly abandoned, crying out for him, lost in their joined need. Bending, he breathed across Grey’s nipples, watching them harden for him eagerly. He swooped down, biting them gingerly, then harder as Grey called to him. He gnawed on them, chewed on them, and sucked in between, giving Grey so many sensations.

  Grey tugged him up, pulling him away to slam their mouths together. Grey was so pushy. He had to admit, he loved it.

  He pushed his tongue into Grey’s mouth, taking charge of the kiss as he grabbed Grey’s nipples in his fingers. Grey yanked his wrists, trying to hide his little nips.

  Luke shook his head, breaking the kiss. “No hiding from me.”

  “No more. They ache.”

  “Aching is a good thing.” He held Grey’s gaze as he slowly bent to take Grey’s right nipple into his mouth. He started to suck.

  “No...” Grey’s face went slack. Please don’t stop.

  Luke chuckled, then focused on Grey’s nipple, sucking and licking, pulling the sweet nip out.

  Burn for me, Pet. I want you to ache.

  Gasping, Grey bucked, trying to push both his nipple and his cock toward Luke. It was glorious. He bit the tip, rolling it in his teeth, over and over. He got one hand around Grey’s bound cock, still keeping it light, easy. A little more serious than teasing, but not full-on to make Grey come. Not yet.

  “No more biting. No more.” Don’t stop.

  “You love it, though.” He could read Grey’s thoughts and not one of them said Grey wanted him to stop.

  “No. Aches. No more.”

  “You don’t really mean it.” He could read it in Grey’s body, in his soul. He thrust in hard, banging up against Grey’s gland.

  Grey called out for him, body jerking and squeezing his cock. Several lovely drops of pre-come dripped from Grey’s slit and he rubbed it around the head. So fucking good.

  “I do—” Grey pushed into his touch. Aches. So good.

  Luke moved to torture the other nipple.

  “Dammit!” Grey began to hump up against him.

  Luke grabbed hold of Grey’s hips and held him in place. “I’ll set the rhythm.” He was going to make this last, not bring them barrelling to a finish just yet.

  “Fuck!”

  He smacked Grey’s ass. “No cursing.”

  Grey gasped. “Luke!”

  He grinned wildly. “You were warned.”

  “I don’t follow orders anymore.” Grey didn’t sound so sure about that.

  “You’ll follow mine. I’m your dragon.”

  “You are. I’m not going to follow them.”

  He growled. Grey was his, of course he’d follow orders, eventually. Because he wanted to, because he got off on it.

  “Growling at me.” Grey kissed him, hard.

  He was. He continued to growl into the kiss, knowing Grey liked a little rumble. In fact, it got his Grey off. Indeed, he felt Grey bear down around him again, squeezing his cock so well.

  He hit Grey’s prostate several more times, marrying the touches with nips of one nipple or the other, joining the ache and the pleasure together.

  “I need to shoot.” Grey’s voice was husky as hell.

  “Not yet.” He wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. I want to do this forever.

  He thrust faster, driving into his lover, watching closely, slowing whenever Grey came too close. He brought them to the edge, then backed them off again over and over. He held Grey’s gaze as he did, making sure his soul mate knew they were right there together. Grey began to breathe with him, again and again, sweet sounds filling the air.

  He’d never connected with anyone like this, not in all his years. He revelled in it, never wanting it to end. It didn’t have to. Not this time. Not now.

  It almost stopped mattering—what their bodies were doing. The pleasure and connection twining together and he wasn’t sure where he ended and Grey began. He knew it didn’t matter.

  Grey rocked with him, sharing their breath, sharing their heartbeats.

  Time ceased to exist, to matter, so he had no way to gauge how long it lasted before his body exerted its needs and he came slamming back into full awareness, the pleasure riding him like a demon. He tightened his hand on Grey’s cock and pulled as fast as he could as he called for Grey to come with him.

  “Now! Come with me now!”

  Heat splashed on his fingers, on his wrist, on his belly. Grey’s body tightened on his cock, squeezing hard and he cried out, filling Grey with his seed.

  He collapsed down onto Grey, letting his pet hold his weight.

  Grey held him, rocking him. Luke had to admit, it felt good, being held, being cared for. There weren’t that many who thought he needed that. Including himself most of the time.

  Grey, though, seemed committed to it.

  He buried his nose in Grey’s neck and breathed in, loving the scent of his pet, loving how it mingled with his own scent.

  Mine. My dragon.

  Yes. Yours. As much as Grey was his, he belonged to his soul mate. It satisfied something deep inside him that he kept hidden and safe.

  I will keep you safe. You have my word. On that point Grey was rock solid.

  I believe you. He did. He believed that Grey would give his life for Luke. And that was pretty damn special. He kissed Grey’s neck.

  “Love you, Pet.”

  “Oh. I love you, Dragon. Honest.”

  “I believe that, too.” He smiled against Grey’s neck, licked the salty sweat from it. He was addicted to this flavor, to this smell. He needed Grey soul-deep. He needed Grey to admit the same. No, he needed Grey to believe it.

  Chapter Eleven

  Greyson slept like the dead, then ate, then slept again, curled into Luke’s amazing warmth.

  This was the way to spend the winter—just like this. Like they were bears hibernating. Only Luke was a dragon, not a bear.

  Luke’s easy chuckles sounded in his dreams.

  I know, right? Bears would make weird dragons...

  Luke snorted, the big body shifting, waking him. He woke up with a grin, lifting his face for a kiss. Luke was right there to give it to him, lips warm and firm as they pressed against his. When Luke’s tongue slid across his lips, they opened automatically, and Luke pushed in, fucking his mouth.

  He could wake up like this forever. Absolutely forever.

  Yes, you can. Luke rubbed against him, all muscles and warm skin. He’d never known anyone as warm as Luke. Not that he’d ever rubbed up against anyone else like this before.

  Greyson yawned, stretching out long.

  “Mmm. Look at you. I could watch you forever.” Luke rubbed their noses together. “Are you hungry? Do you need? Sex? Cuddling? More sleep?”

  “Mmm. You want food? I could eat. I can make oatmeal.”

  “Oatmeal with bacon and sausages on the side sounds good. I keep telling you that you don’t have to do things for me.” Luke touched him and it felt lazy, easy, almost like Luke wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

  “I do. I mean, I want to. I’ve been looking at the cooking sites during the few minutes I’m not sleeping or eating, and finding recipes and tips on the internet. There’s more there than in the cookbooks you have.”

  “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it.�
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  “I know I don’t have to. There’s nothing for me to do here, though, and I need to feel like I’m contributing. Plus, I think I’m going to like this cooking thing. I’m sure there will be disasters now and then, but I’m good at following instructions and I like having something tangible to show for my work.”

  “That’s okay by me. You’ll have to see what all we have. Then in the summer, we can go through the food order together so you have everything you need,” Luke suggested.

  Greyson liked the sound of that. Both being included and knowing he was staying, having it said as if there hadn’t been any question.

  “So I’m going to help with breakfast.” No more mollycoddling.

  “Well, I’m not going to stop you. If you want to do oatmeal, I’ll make the meats.” Luke grinned. “Meat is good. We’ll eat a lot of it. You’ll see.”

  “You’re going to make me fat,” he teased. He had to admit he was hungrier these days than he could ever remember being.

  “I don’t think that’s possible. I’ve been feeding you since you got here and you’re still super skinny.” Luke danced his fingers along Greyson’s belly.

  “Mmm. That feels nice. Be good.”

  “You said it feels nice, so I must be being good.” Luke drew him in close, continuing to touch him, fingers drawing lightly on his skin. “We could linger here for a while. I’m feeling very lazy.”

  “Are you?” Greyson dropped one easy kiss after another on Luke’s chest.

  “Mmhmm. I want to lie here and hold you. We could talk about stuff if you need a reason to stay in bed.”

  “Stuff?” He was altogether too lazy for that.

  “Sure. We can talk about going out and having a snowball fight. Or building a snowman. We can talk about fantasies. We can talk about the best way to eat a steak.”

  “With your teeth.” That was easy.

  Luke blinked at him for a moment and then laughed out loud. Greyson grinned, then winked.

  “Of course you eat it with your teeth, but how do you cook it? What temperature do you serve it at?”

  “You mean rare, well done? I like medium well.”

  Luke made a face. “We’ll have to cure you of that because—overdone meat? Ew.”