“I agree. Go on.”
Never having admitted my desires to another living person—my dragon didn’t count—I hesitated before adding, “My back against the wall. I’d be lifting one leg as you rammed into me.” I gulped as sweat streamed into my eyes.
My mind went to my old moth-eaten sailor suit. “No,” I squealed. “I mean, I have something better. I always dreamed of sailing on a pirate ship.” I gasped as a vision of Devlin appeared wearing tight britches, a tiny gold earring, with a cutlass at his side. “You could make me walk the plank.” Heat crept over me, starting at my feet until my body was glowing. “Please.”
He raised a brow. “Only if you had been naughty.” The brow rose further. “Or very bad. Wicked, even.”
“Oh, Daddy, I am. All of them.” I lowered my gaze, hoping he’d rip off my clothes and fuck me. My body quivered with anticipation and my fingers crept to my zipper.
But his hand was on top of mine, and he shook his head. “I’ll do that.” He lay me back on the bed and shuffled between my legs. I whimpered and got up on my elbows, desperate to watch as he pulled out my cock. My dragon urged me to do it myself but I ignored him.
“Eyes here, sweet boy.”
I studied Devlin’s face as I felt rather than saw him painstakingly undo the button and the zipper. One tooth at a time. “Hurry, please, I can’t stand it.”
He paused, his mouth pursed, but there was nothing but affection in those mesmerizing eyes. “Are you a brat, Chance?”
I put on my best pout, hoping it had the intended effect. “I am, Daddy. Should I be punished?” Please!
“Not tonight.” He slid my pants to my hips and his gaze left my face, and he eyed my briefs. He kissed the ridge outlined under the stretchy fabric, almost making me come, and I yelped, bucking my hips until he clamped his teeth on the fabric and peeled them off. It was sexy as fuck!
My cock escaped, and I hoped he’d swallow me, but instead he lay down. His fingers crept over my ass, and I wriggled and shot out my arm, wanting to stroke his crotch. But one glance from Devlin in my direction had me withdrawing my hand. “This is all about you, Chance.” His finger slid over the slick covering my butt cheeks. “So slippery.”
“Only for you, Daddy.”
“I should hope so.” He swirled his fingers in the slickness and tapped around my puckered entrance. My body trembled and I tensed. He paused, concern etched on his face. “Are you uncomfortable? We don’t have to do this.”
I shook my head.
“I need words, sweet boy.”
“No. I’d like more, please.”
“I’m going to insert my finger in your hole. Is that something you’d enjoy?”
“Mmmm.” Oh, right, use words. “Yes, please.” Gods, yes!
He placed his lips on my shoulder and sucked the skin as he eased one finger in. I closed my eyes and panted through the pleasure. “You like that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He applied pressure which had my body singing, before pulling out, and sank his teeth into my flesh as he inserted two fingers which had me writhing while waves of pleasure buffeted my body. My toes curled and I fisted the bedding. And with his teeth nibbling over my throat, he pushed in and out, making me moan, and I angled my hips to increase the intensity.
“Can I touch myself, please?”
“Not yet. Enjoy me being in your ass.” I was. I did. But I’d expected his cock buried in there. “Feel me,” he instructed. “In as far as the knuckles and out again. Then in deeper, fast, hard, sliding in easily, coated in slick.” He swallowed and stopped. Just left his fingers in me. No movement. No words.
A tingling sensation skipped over me and my legs jerked. My dick bounced, and I was tempted to put my hand on my length. My eyes pleaded with him, but other than a slight shake of the head, he did nothing. He applied pressure with his fingers and I twisted my hips and panted. And then he fucked me hard.
I yelped and Devlin spoke, his voice thick with emotion. “Stroke your cock, Chance.”
Yes! I fondled my dick as Devlin finger-fucked me. I pictured my nerve endings on fire as each thrust stimulated them. A multitude of sensations messed with my head. Devlin’s mouth lapping at my skin, his fingers burrowed in my depths, and me caressing my cock. And all of it accompanied by the wet, delicious sound of him pumping and thrusting into my hole.
But as my breathing sped up and my orgasm hurtled toward me, I clamped around his finger and lifted my hips as I yelled, “Daddy!” and cum sprayed out of my cock, splattered my body and Devlin’s clothes.
With my body splayed on the bed, he removed his fingers. Placing his lips on my forehead he murmured, “Don’t move,” and when he returned, he was holding two cloths and a bowl of warm water. He’d also removed his shirt. He wiped up the smeared cum and slick and then used the other cloth to dry me.
My gaze focused on his pants that covered from the hips down. I did my best version of a sulky brat because in some ways, I was one. Though not all the time. “What’s wrong?” He tilted my chin. “Are you tired?” No way! “We can continue tomorrow if you’re ready for bed.”
“No, Daddy. I’m not sleepy. At all.” I snuck a glance at him.
“Then what is it? You can tell me.”
I trailed a finger up his arm. “You’re not naked.”
He grinned. “You’re right. We should remedy that.” He flicked the button on his waistband. Who knew that could be so sexy? My dick thought so and rose to the occasion. Pants slid over his hips and my eyes were on his crotch. My body hummed with anticipation and the air cracked with tension.
With his briefs gone and tossed into a corner, my eyes feasted on his magnificent cock. My hands trembled and I’d lost feeling in my legs as he scooped me up as though I weighed nothing. Using his elbow, he shoved things off the dresser before placing me on top, the smooth wood under my ass making me shiver.
Sliding me closer to the edge, he then hoisted my legs up so my knees were gripping his sides. With one hand, he grabbed one of my thighs while the other guided his cock to my entrance.
His lust-filled eyes were fixed on me, and his breathing was unsteady. “I’m going to fuck you, Chance.”
“Please, Daddy. I’ve been waiting so long.” But the wait was over. He pushed in, just the tip, and paused. I concentrated on him being in me, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh on my thigh, his ragged breath. I had to control my own breathing and tamp down my desire just a tad or I’d come and ruin everything. Would he spank me if I came too soon? I almost considered it. That would be a bratty thing to do. I filed the idea away and concentrated on his dick.
His eyes dipped to his cock, and as I squinted and peered between my legs, I caught a glimpse of his length, the tip buried in me. His chest heaved with exertion as he murmured, “Hold me.”
Draping my arms around his neck, he slammed his mouth on mine while his dick filled my channel and stretched me. He filled the ache inside me. The one I’d had for years. The one that had me wanting him since that night at the bar.
As his cock claimed my ass, his tongue insisted on being in my mouth, and I moaned, filling him with my breath as he filled me. His breath, which I’d hardly noticed before, was laced with mint while his fingers dug into the tops of my thighs, branding me as his cock owned my ass.
“My dear sweet boy,” he murmured as his length possessed me and my back hit the wall. His words ignited an inferno in my belly, and I scraped my nails over his neck, marking him as he had done to me.
“Daddy! Daddy! I love your cock,” I cried. “It’s so big and I loved having it in my mouth but in my ass is so gooooood!” Goosebumps prickled over my skin as he penetrated me, going deeper with each thrust.
He placed his lips on my ear. “Not so loud. We must keep us a secret.” The nursery was far from the rest of the family’s living quarters, but the palace never slept.
He pulled back, his cock half in me, his eyes smoldering. A smile ghosted over his lips. I pressed my
knees against him and bucked my hips, wanting him to fill me, but as the seconds ticked over, he made no movement. I wriggled and whined like the brat I was until I understood. He was waiting. I stilled my movements.
“You are mine,” he whispered as he slid into me all the way, and he pounded my ass as I hit the wall and skin was scraped off my back. Ignoring the pain, I concentrated on him, absorbing the feel of him in me.
My legs were numb, and they loosened their grip and rested on his elbows. My head bounced with each thrust, as my cock did. Breath hitched in my throat. “Not yet,” he grunted through clenched teeth. I was close but I wanted to do as he asked. Not yet. My dragon was near the surface and pushing me toward orgasm, but I hustled him away.
“Chance.” Devlin’s voice was louder than it should have been. His fingers tightened their grip on my flesh as he arched his back and his seed spurted into my channel. Through his frenzied breathing, he panted, “Now, Chance!” Coming with him in me was glorious, and in the midst of the drugging waves of pleasure, I felt it. His knot.
There was only Devlin. And pleasure. And his knot expanding inside me, him holding me with our bodies fused together. My eyes fluttered and closed, as I felt safe and truly at home.
My eyes snapped open. Darkness. I stretched out for Devlin. Nothing. Staggering into his living area, I discovered him on the couch. But when he turned his head in my direction, I saw not Devlin, not my daddy, but his dragon staring back at me. Fuck no!
16
Devlin
My boy padded into the room, and I couldn’t even bring myself to look him in the eye. Instead, it was my dragon who drew my head up, taking in Chance’s adorable sleep-rumpled look, his hair sticking out in all directions and the crease of a pillow down one cheek.
Mine, my dragon rumbled in my chest.
It was unsettling how close to the surface my dragon was, how protective he was of Chance, and how connected they were already, even after such a short period of time. And this was the reason that I stuck a collar on him, leashed him up tight. He wasn’t thinking clearly, and there was no telling what kind of trouble he might cause if given free rein.
Because he very nearly made a serious mistake… one that could have cost us our lives.
“What’s wrong?” Chance whispered. I hated the look of concern on his face, that I was the one who put it there.
I lowered my gaze to where my hands sat in my lap. “We shouldn’t have done that.” The words very nearly got caught in my throat, I felt like I was choking on them. Because they weren’t true.
Knotting Chance was the single most transcendent moment of my life, but… that precise fact was the root of all my problems. As my knot had expanded in his ass, and Chance’s head was thrown back in utter pleasure, I’d felt my dragon urging me to claim Chance as our mate, demanding that I mark him and solidify the bond.
Chance’s scoff had me peeking up at him. “Don’t tell me you regret what we did. Because I sure as hell don’t.” He stood there, entirely naked, hands on his hips, and I loved him all the more for his belligerent stance.
Love… no, love was not allowed. Not like this, not for us. “Your fathers—” I began, but Chance was already waving his hand, as if to brush away my concerns.
“We already talked about that. Nobody needs to know about our relationship. My fathers won’t hear a peep about it. And if I get too loud, you could always just gag me.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion, but his teasing was half-hearted.
“Look, Chance… I didn’t grow up in the kingdom, so I don’t know all the rules and regulations, but where I come from, this kind of forbidden romance would be enough for me to get formally challenged and roasted into ash and dust. And if you’ve forgotten, you’re the Prince of Montipan, and I’m nothing more than a glorified bodyguard. I’m not consort material.”
Chance came over and lowered himself down beside me. “We can be careful,” he whispered. I noticed that he didn’t refute that I wasn’t appropriate mating material, and the tiny crack in my heart widened into a gaping canyon. Chance leaned in, his scent enveloping me and bringing me comfort. He rested his head on my shoulder, his breath brushing softly against my ear. “We can find a way to make it work.”
Such beautiful lies. I wanted nothing more than to sweep my sweet boy into my arms, cradle him against my chest, and tell him everything was going to be all right. It was what my dragon wanted, but I knew it would only make matters worse. Make this decision even harder.
“Gossip happens, Chance. All it would take was one little slip and someone could see, rumors would spread. Your kingdom is at stake, Chance, not just our hearts. The king will never understand what we have between us. They would see you as the bratty prince, breaking the rules as usual. And me, I would be the upstart manny, taking advantage of you, and potentially ending up banished from the kingdom, maybe even imprisoned in a cell. We need to keep our relationship professional. No matter what we feel… We can’t risk it.”
Chance wrapped his arms around my waist, soothing and comforting me, just as I craved to do the same for him. “I… I understand,” he said, his voice breaking. “I would never forgive myself if something happened to you and it was all my fault. Not when it was within my power to stop it.”
But he could never fully understand, not really. His status meant that he would always be safe, his title protecting him from the worst of what the world had to offer. If we were caught, he would get scolded, but I knew without a doubt, that I would willingly take the brunt of the responsibility. And in this, my dragon and I agreed at least. No sacrifice was too great when it came to keeping our omega safe. And if that meant never again feeling the heat of his skin—or hearing him call me Daddy—then that was what I had to do.
I allowed Chance’s arm to stay where it was for one more minute, basking in his warmth and comfort. Then I steeled myself for what I needed to do. I sat up straight, Chance’s head shifting from my shoulder, and then I slid away from him. The chill I felt was more than just the loss of his heat but for the heartbreak. Even my own dragon was abandoning me in this decision, leaving me stone cold.
“The king can never know that we were together,” I told him, and my voice was so hard, I barely recognized it myself. “He would remove me from your service—or worse—and being by your side as your guard will be painful, but not as much as never seeing you again. I don’t think I could take it.”
Chance nodded once, curt, then stood, and I averted my gaze from his naked body. It seemed unfair that he was so close and yet entirely out of reach.
Claim, mate, mine, my dragon begged, but I turned away from him too.
“Okay,” Chance said softly, the hurt in his voice clear. “Goodnight, I guess.” He padded back towards his bedroom but stopped once and said over his shoulder, “But just so you know, it was worth it. No matter what happens—with my family, with the kingdom—the risk was worth it for that one perfect night.”
I held myself together until the doors clicked shut behind him.
My dragon raged within the confines of my skin, and when I looked down at my body, I was surprised to find that I wasn’t charred black with fire and ash.
“It’s for the best,” I told myself.
Bullshit, my dragon snarled in defiance.
I felt like I was being torn in two, cleaved straight down the middle. Logic and reason were on one side, my emotions on the other. And no matter what I did, there was no way these two halves would ever realign. I was doomed to being half a man, half a dragon, for the rest of my days.
I needed to get the hell out of here. The walls were too close, the air stifling. I was suffocating!
I ran to the balcony doors, throwing them wide. The warm night air beckoned, calling for me to leave my troubles behind for one night. I knew that Chance would be safe here, surrounded by guards and the palace walls. He could do without his bodyguard for one night. For me to stay here in this state was more dangerous for him than anything else. My dragon was
just as likely to break down his door and claim him as our mate, king and kingdom be damned.
My dragon fought against me, and I could feel my hold on him weakening. Fine, I told him. You can’t have your mate, but you can fly.
Concession agreed upon, I stepped up onto the balcony ledge and let go of the leash. My body surged with the shift. Scales rippled over my skin, claws gouging into the balustrade, my wings splitting from my back and expanding to the sides. I allowed the wind to buffet against the membranes for a moment, before tipping forward and soaring off into the night.
I headed straight towards the mountains, where I hoped to find a valley or peak devoid of settlements. My dragon needed to burn some shit to the ground.
17
Chance
“I’m meeting with Brenton this morning for breakfast,” I announced through the door separating Devlin’s and my rooms.
I waited for him to make a comment about me needing to wait for him or some shit, but I was met with silence. I took that as permission to go on my own, knowing right well it wasn’t that.
Last night—I shook off the memory, not wanting to go through the heartbreak again. I hated the way we left things last night. Us being together, like that had far surpassed any of my many nocturnal romps. It was as if he was put on this earth with exactly all the things I longed for. And then boom, he had to go see reason.
Worst part? He was right. Or probably right, which was why I was off to see my brother. He would know. Unlike me, he listened and studied and did all the things he should.
I left, making sure the door closed loudly enough that he knew I was gone and therefore wasn’t delinquent in his duties.
My brother’s room was in the wing where I lived pre-Devlin. There was no part of it that was me. Gaudy and formal and everything that wasn’t me. For the first time since being an adult, I was in quarters that were comfortable, and that really hit me as I knocked on Brenton’s door.
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