Naga's Concubine [Chronicles of the Shifter Directive 4] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove)

by Scarlet Hyacinth

  It wasn’t Camden’s righteous indignation that made the guard comply. Only when the soldier accompanying Camden nodded in approval did Sage’s guard unlock the door and allow him to pass. Frustrated with the entire situation, Camden pushed past the two naga and slid into the room.

  No sooner had the door closed than Sage was on him. He pulled Camden close almost violently, and desire swelled hot and bright within him as their lips met. Camden melted against his mate, forgetting all about his previous concerns. Had he been angry about something? He honestly couldn’t remember. The only thing he could focus on was the need burning through him, the realization that, at last, they could be together without anyone interrupting them or sabotaging them. So what if Camden’s family didn’t agree? In that moment, their opinion was irrelevant.

  Sage licked across the seams of Camden’s lips, demanding entrance. Camden gleefully complied, moaning when his mate’s tongue slipped into his mouth. They had never actually gotten the chance to go all the way in bed. Even their mating had been quite rushed, and while it was a beautiful and perfect memory for Camden, today he needed more. He wanted to finally feel Sage’s dick moving in and out of him, to experience the full extent of Sage’s passion, just like he had seen it in the draechen’s mind, mere hours ago. He could so easily imagine himself riding Sage’s prick, taking it deep within his body. Just the conjured picture made his own dick ache and his anus clench around empty air. Varuna, how and why had they waited for this long?

  “We never had enough time,” Sage reminded him through their bond. “And you wanted us to keep the entire thing a secret.”

  Camden could have kicked himself for that now. In hindsight, his precautions might have been the only reason why Princess Akarawem hadn’t expected Sage to intervene on the naga’s behalf. However, political ploys aside, his actions seemed cruel and petty now.

  But Camden would fix it, and he’d begin right this moment. Sage seemed far too coherent for a man who had his tongue shoved down Camden’s throat. That wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t do at all.

  Feeling wicked, horny, and more than a little determined, Camden broke the kiss and shot Sage a smirk full of promise. One thing about the bond was that it allowed Sage to know what Camden planned, and the other way around. Instead of spoiling the surprise, though, it heightened the anticipation. Sage released an agonized groan, his lust rushing through Camden like a hot wave. Camden took advantage of his mate’s distraction and reached for Sage’s groin. He undid Sage’s zipper and slipped his hand inside, engulfing Sage’s prick into his fist.

  Sage released another inarticulate sound, which Camden naturally took as encouragement. As good as it felt to have his lover’s cock literally in his hands, he wanted more. He wanted to drive Sage wild with lust, to draw out all the fire hiding under the ice. He craved to taste Sage’s desire for him, the evidence that Sage experienced the same uncontrollable desire. For all those reasons, and many others, Camden dropped to his knees in front of his mate and without one single word of warning, took Sage’s dick in his mouth.

  It wasn’t the first time he’d done this. Since circumstances had made it hard for them to fully consummate their relationship, Sage and Camden had found alternatives, and mutual blow jobs often starred among the favorite picks. Personally, Camden had always been fascinated by Sage’s taste. He didn’t have a lot of sexual experience, as before Sage, there had only been some youthful fumbling that had never amounted to more than random kisses. However, Camden was certain that the unique blend of strong, unyielding power and molten-hot desire was something he could only ever find in Sage.

  Salty, sweet, and spicy, his mate’s pre-cum hit Camden’s taste buds, making his head spin. It was like he’d taken a hit of a particularly potent drug, one he never wanted to give up. It awoke the part of Camden that was pure animal. He allowed himself to explore his mate’s heated skin, sampling Sage’s flavor with abandon.

  Because of his naga nature, Camden had virtually no gag reflex, so he had no trouble in swallowing Sage’s considerable girth down his throat. Instead of doing that, though, Camden licked the tip of Sage’s cock, stabbing the slick muscle into the tiny hole. His forked tongue had nerve endings that human ones—or even those of other shifters—didn’t, so doing this wasn’t selfless in the slightest. Even now, his own lust was rising to nearly unbearable heights. He could feel Sage’s pleasure through their connection, feeding and fueling his own. At this rate, he’d come without even touching himself, just from sucking Sage’s dick.

  And perhaps that would have, indeed, happened, but all of a sudden, Sage pulled away from him. “Not this time,” he said, his voice filled with gravel. “This time, I want to be inside you.”

  Camden moaned, half in protest at having lost his prize, half because, yes, that was what he wanted more than anything. He tried to reach for Sage, to say anything that would eloquently convey just how much he needed the other man, but words failed him. Fortunately, he didn’t have to speak. His bond with Sage, and his body, did the talking for him, and, as always, Sage understood.

  With another growl, Sage picked Camden up and carried him to the bed. As Sage deposited him on the soft mattress, Camden’s heart began to race even faster than before. It wasn’t that Sage scared him. Camden could never be afraid of Sage. True, the two of them were very different. Sage had only seen Camden in naga form once, but he’d seemed to appreciate the grace intrinsic to that shape. What troubled Camden was the most obvious fact of his inexperience. He didn’t want to disappoint Sage, not after all the time they had waited for this.

  Some men would have whispered reassurances, but Sage didn’t. Instead, he just smiled and brushed his lips over Camden’s eyelids, nose, then his lips. In spite of his urgency—the same urgency that flowed through Camden’s veins—he was almost excruciatingly gentle with Camden. Every gesture affected Camden even more because he knew how hard it was for Sage to keep his dragon in check. Sage always did that on a day-to-day basis. He was renowned for his iron will and frigid demeanor. That coldness was gone now, but the control remained. Camden didn’t want that to happen. He needed Sage to feel free with him, free to let go and just be.

  “All in due time, beautiful,” Sage murmured through their connection. “Now, just let me love you like you deserve.”

  What could Camden say to that? Disregarding all his anxiety, he lay back on the bed, surrendering to Sage’s will.

  Sage smiled at him, that strange twist of lips so weirdly intimate that only Camden could have understood it. It held worshipful love, honest affection and sexual promise. It also told Camden that he was and would always be in good hands, not that he’d needed to have that confirmed.

  Still, Camden found himself shivering as Sage turned his full attention to disrobing them both. It wasn’t that Sage had decided to wildly rip off Camden’s garments. On the contrary, the draechen removed each item slowly, as if dealing with a skittish colt. He kissed every inch of skin he revealed, sometimes flicking his tongue over it and making Camden whimper in frustrated arousal. Sage wasn’t rushing him at all, and Camden found that his anxiety had started to melt away and the reason behind his tremor was simply his unfulfilled need to be with his mate.

  He might have tried to hasten things along, but Sage finally got rid of Camden’s top and boots, leaving him only in his pants. The draechen didn’t delay in taking advantage of his achievement. He might not have had Camden’s oral particularities, but that didn’t matter, since he seemed to enjoy this slow torture as much as Camden did. In fact, when he took Camden’s nipple in his mouth, he groaned, as if this simple act provided him with tremendous pleasure.

  In a way, it did, because for Camden, feeling the wet heat of Sage’s mouth around the tiny nub nearly caused his mind to melt. His nipples had always been very sensitive, and Sage knew it, damn him. Until now, they hadn’t had the chance to fully explore it, but today, Sage appeared to be intent on making up for lost time. He sucked at one of the buds of flesh, all the while
using his hand to tweak the other one. The pleasure he experienced vicariously almost seemed to be an afterthought, as the draechen was completely focused on giving Camden the ecstasy he’d set his mind to deliver.

  And he certainly made good on that promise. He spent an obscene amount of time on biting, teasing, and suckling Camden’s nipples. Just as Camden thought he would definitely lose his mind because of it, his mate finally decided to advance down Camden’s body. He licked over Camden’s abdomen, and then suddenly found a new fascination with his belly button.

  Camden actually yelped when Sage thrust his tongue into the small opening. Technically speaking, naga shouldn’t have had such things, for the simple reason that they were born out of eggs. However, they did, and as it turned out, it proved to be yet another sensitive spot for Camden. With every motion of Sage’s slick muscle, the draechen awoke nerve endings Camden hadn’t even known existed. He was already so close to climax it was ridiculous, but he simply couldn’t come. In fact, he felt like he was falling, falling forever, in an abyss of flame and need, guided by Sage’s skilled hands, but never quite managing to reach the ultimate pleasure.

  As Camden burned in the sweet torture, Sage finally reached for his pants. Some part of Camden’s mind must have remained in working order, because he wiggled his hips, allowing Sage to pull them off completely. Sage tossed the garment over his shoulder and finally progressed to the spot where Camden needed him most. Sage took Camden’s dick into his mouth, and Camden could have wept at the sensations that coursed through him. His body had trouble processing it all, stuck between the desperate urge to come and the stubborn need to feel Sage inside him. It was psychological, carnal, emotional, and so intense that when Camden tangled his hands through Sage’s hair, he did so not only because of the automatic urge to thrust into his mate’s mouth, but also due to the need for an anchor.

  Sage didn’t allow him to suffer for long. Even as he bobbed his head up and down Camden’s dick, a finger wormed its way between Camden’s ass cheeks, teasing at his virgin opening. Camden couldn’t even remember to tense up. When the dry digit breached his body, all he could do was cry out his mate’s name, needing more, craving everything.

  His lover was right there with him. For a few moments, he lingered on Camden’s prick, his groans sending shocks of pleasure all throughout Camden’s body. Finally, though, he tore his mouth away and wildly reached for the nightstand, in the process pulling his finger from Camden’s ass. In spite of his nearly unbearable lust, Camden forced himself to remain completely still, even if his entire being screamed to climb on top of his mate and tear the man’s clothes off. What was Sage even thinking, staying dressed like that? Now was not the time for modesty.

  Sage retrieved a tube from the drawer and dropped it next to Camden on the bed. “Modesty.” He scoffed. “As if that could keep me from you.”

  Confirming his own words, Sage started to take his own clothes off. Unlike with Camden, he was quick, even dismissive about it. Somehow, he managed to get rid of the garments without ripping them off, although Camden couldn’t have said how. Of course, that became irrelevant, since the end result was more than enough to draw Camden’s attention.

  He was no stranger to Sage’s naked body, but for some reason, every time he saw Sage, he fell in the same awed lust as always. He didn’t even know where to look more. The muscular expanse of Sage’s chest made Camden’s mouth water, and the draechen’s eyes were hypnotizing chips of ice that somehow still held molten heat. His cock pointed directly at Camden, and given its more than generous size, Sage wondered how in the world he’d ever even gotten it in his mouth. He couldn’t even imagine it fitting into his ass.

  “Don’t worry, beautiful,” Sage said. “You know I’d never hurt you.”

  Yes, Camden did know that. He believed it, like an absolute truth no one could deny, and he trusted his mate beyond any shadow of a doubt. Whatever fears he might have had were irrelevant when faced with it.

  Therefore, Camden just licked his lips and lifted his legs, exposing his most intimate place to Sage’s scrutiny. “I know,” he said simply.

  Sage took a few deep breaths, his desire swamping Camden like a wave of lava. Drowning in it, Camden arched his back, now completely in Sage’s thrall. “Sage… Please!”

  The draechen nodded, but for a few moments, he just stared at Camden. Finally, he seemed to snap out of his trance and reached into the drawer yet again, this time coming up with a foil package. He ripped it open with his teeth and retrieved a condom from inside. Camden suppressed a grimace, knowing that it was necessary but still hating it with every part of his being. The plastic would keep Sage’s heat from him, Camden just knew it. But apparently, this was another thing they’d be forced into, at least until his family provided him with other contraceptives that would work on his body.

  Camden shook himself, doing his best to focus on the important thing—the fact that they were together. That became much easier when Sage opened the tube of lubricant and used a generous amount to slick up his dick. A few moments later, fingers prodded at his opening once again, this time wet with the substance. One digit slid into Camden’s passage, and the unfamiliar sensation would have made Camden tense up under different circumstances, but yet again, he was hypnotized by Sage’s enthralling gaze. His body accepted the invasion like it was natural, and perhaps it was. It had always been so, from the very first moment they’d met and kissed.

  Just like before, Sage took it slow. He finger fucked Camden with that one digit, moving it in and out of Camden’s channel. When the draechen struck his prostate, Camden almost skyrocketed off the bed. He truly felt like any moment now, he’d melt into a puddle of pure arousal and simply stop existing because of it. His writhing earned him some relief, when his mate added another finger. But even as he scissored the two digits inside Camden, Sage never once looked away from Camden’s face. He monitored each reaction, acknowledging Camden’s previous nervousness, healing it and turning it into pure anticipation.

  Another finger went inside, and this time, it was nowhere near as comfortable or as easy. Still, for Camden, it didn’t feel like enough. He would only be complete when Sage fully entered him.

  Fortunately, Sage at last deemed him ready. With a growl, he removed his fingers from Camden’s channel and supported Camden’s legs on his shoulders. He positioned his prick at Camden’s opening and slowly, ever so slowly, slid inside.

  Camden didn’t have any words for how it made him feel. The burn and the bite of pain made his senses sharp, like he could see through a filter and register everything at a deeper level. He hated the condom keeping him from Sage’s dick, but the layer of latex became truly unimportant compared to the feeling of union the penetration gave him. He couldn’t even distinguish where he ended and Sage began, and the only thing that remained certain was the urgency and the nearly desperate lust coursing through them both.

  Sage bottomed out inside him and stilled, his nostrils flaring as he tried to muster a measure of control. Camden clutched Sage’s shoulders, digging his sharp fingernails into his mate’s flesh. All the while, he tightened his ass muscles around Sage’s dick, wordlessly telling him that it was okay to let go.

  The draechen groaned but yielded to Camden’s plea. It might not have even been because of his physical response, but rather, due to his complete understanding of what Camden needed and wanted. He pulled out of Camden and thrust back inside. Camden’s vision went white around the edges as Sage struck his prostate. It was only by some sort of miracle that he didn’t come on the spot, instead lingering on the edge of orgasm, unwilling to let go of this moment just yet.

  Sage started a rhythm, first going slower, then faster and faster, pumping in and out of Camden with almost savage intensity. The bed creaked in protest, and Camden cried out every time his mate hit his prostate. He was distantly aware that the guards could probably hear every single moment of it. It didn’t bother him. Right now, they were specks of dust in a universe where
Sage was the sun. It was probably a poor comparison, given that Sage was an ice dragon, but Camden truly couldn’t be bothered with finding something more appropriate.

  Tormented by his mate’s mastery of him, Camden pushed back against Sage, seeking more of the invasion. His dick rubbed between them, the weeping tip leaking generous amounts of pre-cum. At one point, Sage reached for Camden’s prick, but Camden had enough mental composure to slap the draechen’s hands away. If Sage touched him, he wouldn’t be able to control himself and come too soon.

  On and on it went, both of them chasing ultimate pleasure, but at the same time not wanting to reach it. This ecstasy, this buildup, was too much, too perfect and precious to discarded. But nothing like this could last forever, and Camden soon reached his limit. He tilted his head, demanding what they both craved.

  A few moments later, white-hot pleasure-pain exploded through him like a volcanic eruption. Screaming his mate’s name, Camden found his peak, his spunk painting his abdomen and Sage’s in white streams. He was hot and cold inside, Sage’s wild energies swamping in contrasting sensations. But no, it wasn’t fire. Rather, it felt like a blizzard, cutting and ruthless, wiping away everything else that wasn’t the purity of their emotions. It took Camden’s breath away, enveloping him in the embrace of a magic he’d never fully understood until now. Sage’s thoughts combined with his, his soul open to Camden, just like the first time they’d mated. It seemed so ridiculous now to have waited for so long. It seemed stupid to even consider anyone could ever compare to Sage. Camden could only surrender to the force of nature that was his mate, overwhelmed, and yet, feeling so very safe.

  Sage’s voice drifted into his mind, so very true and real. “Overlords, I love you,” Sage said.

  Those simple words, and the emotion behind them, brought tears to Camden’s eyes. “I love you, too,” he replied.

  Sage released his hold on Camden’s throat and licked the wound. He slipped out of Camden and gave him a strikingly serious look. Camden would have felt bereft at the sudden emptiness, but instead, as Sage kissed away his tears, his heart overflowed with a joy and contentment that had very little to do with the carnal afterglow.