by Marcy Jacks
“God, in me. Fuck me already,” Zane said. “You take too long.”
That was exactly what Marxus wanted to hear.
He gripped Zane’s hips tight, tight enough to bruise the man, and it didn’t matter to Zane as he threw his head back while his hole stretched around Marxus’s cock.
Marxus knew that look well. The look and feel of a man who was letting go of everything else as he was fucked.
Zane wouldn’t be feeling the pain, only the anticipation. He wouldn’t feel the discomfort, just the burn of the entry and the eager need for it to continue so he could reach even greater heights.
The ring of tight muscle proved to be an obstacle, but then it popped open. Marxus groaned as he was suddenly inside, and then it was a slow, forward slide right where he needed to be the most.
Marxus slid home.
Chapter Three
It burned. Zane was reminded of why he’d only ever been fucked once before in the water. He hadn’t done it any other time after that because it had nearly not been enough to mask the discomfort in favor of the pleasure.
Except this discomfort left him quickly as the length of Marxus’s cock slid deeper and deeper inside his hole, stretching him wide, filling him up more than anyone else ever had.
Zane had topped other people before, but he did enjoy being taken like this when the person he was with was taller and more dominating than himself.
Kind of like what Marxus was right now.
Except Marxus didn’t just beat Zane, and everyone else he’d ever been with, in height and size.
His prick was massive, and Zane was half shocked his body was able to take the intrusion.
Shocked and pleased. Holy God, this was good, so much better than he’d thought it would be.
Zane wanted to reach down and touch his cock, wanted to stroke it to hurry along the pleasure hitting him, but he couldn’t. He had to hang on to the edge of the pool if he was going to keep himself together.
He wasn’t sure where it came from, but he got the feeling that if he let go, he would sink beneath the water and drown.
Stupid, considering Marxus was holding on to him, but it was the only thing he could think of. It was the only thing that made any kind of sense because nothing else did.
Except for how good it felt, how much he wanted more, and how he would let Marxus fuck him for the rest of their lives together.
So long as Zane could always feel this way, he would die a happy man. Marxus could do whatever the fuck he wanted to Zane and Zane would take it with a happy smile.
“You look like you’re about to orgasm on me.” Marxus chuckled. “Christ, I barely started moving.”
“You didn’t?” Zane gasped, looking down to have a see for himself.
Holy shit. The man was right. He was as deep as he could go. Zane’s legs were snuggly wrapped around the man’s waist, but that was as far as he could go. It wasn’t like his dick went on forever, after all.
Actually, that might be painful.
“Holy shit,” Zane said, puffing for breath. “What the fuck? Is this a dragon thing?”
Marxus actually laughed before leaning in and stealing another kiss.
“I keep telling you, you swear way too much.”
Zane growled at the man. “Don’t make me bite that lip ring again.”
“Why? Because you think you need an excuse?” Marxus accented his words with a quick pull back and then a hard forward thrust.
The shock of pleasure had Zane looking up toward the ceiling, as if he was going to find God somewhere up there.
“You don’t need an excuse if you want to do it so badly,” Marxus purred, thrusting again, pumping their bodies and making the water slosh around them.
“You can bite me anywhere on any part of me, and I promise that I’ll love every second of it.”
Another arch of his hips, another burning shock of pleasure.
God, Zane wanted to touch himself so badly. He kept his hands where they were. Nothing forced him to keep them there, but he just couldn’t move them. He needed to keep his hands as still as possible or else he was going to sink into the water.
Or he’d end up putting all of his weight onto Marxus’s cock.
Actually, that sounded like a fantastic idea.
He let go. Zane pushed himself off the ledge of the pool, no longer hanging there with his arms. He curled them around Marxus’s neck, allowing the man to press his back against the tile.
Marxus’s eyes briefly widened when Zane did that, but then he grinned, that eager, universal expression for excitement and pleasure lighting up his eyes.
“What are you doing?” Marxus asked teasingly.
Zane didn’t stop staring at him, but there was no heat in it. Not when all the heat in his body was reserved for what was inside him.
“You know what I’m doing. Now don’t stop. Not for one second.”
“Or what?” Marxus canted his hips, pushing up into Zane even as he teased him.
Zane’s eyes briefly rolled to the back of his head. His cock was trapped between their stomachs, and Marxus was so damned ripped that it was nothing short of having his cock massaged by the world’s best set of abs.
“Just do it,” he said. “Do it.”
“You got it, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart?
Zane didn’t get the chance to ask what the hell that was supposed to be about because then he was getting the exact thing he’d been demanding, and Marxus fucked into him like a damned champion.
The powerful thrusts, which Zane had already thought he was getting, were nothing in comparison to what it felt like to have the man slam into him as if he were being paid to do it.
“Oh God!” Zane shouted the words before he could stop himself. No one had ever made him shout that before. No one had ever made him feel as if he was on the verge of losing control.
He loved it. He wanted so much more of it.
The water crashed around him like ocean waves from the force with which Marxus fucked him. The flesh on his back became rough, and Zane barely managed to pull himself away from curling his toes and clenching his legs with pleasure to notice that Marxus’s wings and scales were coming out.
Zane’s eyes flew wide. Holy shit.
He grabbed the man by the ears. “Don’t let it out. Don’t you dare let it out when you’re inside me!”
Marxus nodded, though his blue eyes were taking on a fairly distinct serpentine sort of look. The stereotypical diamond shape.
“I mean it,” Zane warned, though with the way his prostate was again and again slammed into, with the way the burn inside him made him feel so utterly good, he was finding himself not really caring.
He did care, but he didn’t. Fuck! He was getting drunk on pleasure, and holy shit, the man’s onyx wings were spreading out behind him. Marxus was letting his wings out.
“This is it, I promise,” Marxus panted, fucking into Zane as though he had an electric machine for hips. Hard, fast, and powerful. Marxus groaned, briefly clenching his eyes shut. “I needed to let it out, just a little. Couldn’t help it.”
Zane wanted to make sure the man knew that so long as this was all he was letting out, then there wouldn’t be a problem, but somewhere between his demand and Marxus’s breathy promise, Zane found himself not really caring all that much how much of Marxus’s dragon form was let out.
All he could feel, all he could think about, was the continual thrusting inside him, the burning, and what it felt like to clench his hole around the man’s cock.
He wanted to make Marxus feel good enough that it was damn near torture for the man to hold back. He didn’t want him to walk away from this thinking it was something he could easily forget.
Zane thrust back against Marxus’s cock, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, but their rhythm was clearly off. Not that it mattered so much because it was still good. The sloppy way they managed to meet each other again and again made the pleasure building beneath Zane’s stomach
, in his cock and balls, intense and killed off any intelligent thought he might have had about anything.
This was the only thing that mattered. This was the only thing he wanted. He wanted Marxus. He never wanted to let this man go.
Zane leaned down, kissing Marxus’s neck and shoulders, reaching his lips to the man’s collarbone, but try as he might, he couldn’t seem to get Marxus’s nipple into his mouth. He was seated too high.
Marxus seemed to know what Zane was after when he leaned down and pressed his lips to Zane’s nipple, sucking and biting on one until it was numb and hard and then doing the same to the other.
The jolt of pleasure, the sheer sensation, made Zane cry out and his cock jump, and then he came inside the expensive pool where his vampire overlords used to fuck each other.
He shouted long and loud and then helplessly as Marxus continued to fuck into him, even harder and faster than before.
Zane almost couldn’t believe such a thing was possible, but there was nothing sexier in the world than him as he rushed to orgasm.
“Ride me. Come on. You got this,” he said, wanting to feel the man coming inside his hole. Wanting to feel that warmth and wanting the pleasure of knowing he was the one who had brought Marxus there.
The water splashed around them, over the edge of the pool. Zane’s back scraped up again and again against the back tile, but he didn’t care because then he felt it. That rush of warmth as Marxus suddenly groaned and released his pleasure.
The water around them, which had felt cool thanks to the heat from their bodies, was suddenly not so cool as Marxus collapsed on top of Zane, chest to chest, and now Zane’s back was really pressing against the edge of the pool, but the desperate way in which he was kissed, with how Marxus thrust his tongue inside of Zane’s mouth, as though he was taking a prized trophy to prove his conquest, was too damned good to be ignored.
Zane touched the man’s face. He slid his hands along Marxus’s shoulders and neck. He wanted more. So much more sensation. The orgasm had been powerful, pulsing, good, but he was greedy. He couldn’t explain why, but he wanted to be fucked again. He wanted to come again, and he wanted Marxus to be the one to do that for him.
No one else would do. He didn’t want anyone else, and he didn’t care for anyone else.
Just this. There was only right here. Right now. This man.
“Oh fuck,” Marxus gasped, their foreheads still touching and a smile gracing his features.
“Yeah,” Zane agreed, really looking at the other man, and he noted the way the scales remained. He wasn’t shifting anymore, and it seemed as if Zane was safe from having a ten-pound dragon penis inside him.
Or however big they got when these people were in their dragon forms. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know that.
“You’re not going to lose your strength and drag me into the water, are you?”
Marxus got that smile on his face that Zane was quickly becoming familiar with. “Why? Do you want me to?” he asked and then pulled them down.
“Marxus!” Zane yelled, feeling like an idiot for shrieking like that when Marxus still kept their heads above water.
“What?”
Zane rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to let the other man know how he still wanted more. Somehow that seemed like it would be admitting defeat.
Or admitting that Marxus had been a lot better at this than Zane would have thought. Marxus’s ego didn’t need that kind of stroking.
“Whatever. Play your stupid games.”
“I will,” he said, and then, to Zane’s shock, he canted his hips forward.
Zane’s spine stiffened as he noted the way the man was still hard.
Well, that wasn’t entirely unusual. He’d been with guys who could stay hard after an orgasm, and it wasn’t because they were horny. It was just what it was.
This, however, this was different. Zane could feel it. He could feel how Marxus was in the same boat as he was. The man could still come. He could still have an orgasm, and it hadn’t even been a full minute since they’d both come.
“Jesus, are you serious?”
“I have excellent stamina.”
“No kidding,” Zane said and then shook himself out of it before he could let the man know how much this was actually impressing him.
And then there was the heated way Marxus was looking at him, his lip ring glimmering in the light of the pool room. The entire water surface seemed to be shining, and Zane had no idea why he thought it looked so mythical in that moment.
He was being hypnotized. His body lulling to the idea of being taken again, fucked, and owned.
But he couldn’t do it. At least not right now. He…had to get out of here.
Zane reached back for the edge of the pool, using it to ease himself off of Marxus’s dick. “Maybe we can try this again some other time.”
He shouldn’t have said even that. This was supposed to be a one-time thing, but he could still see the way the other man frowned at him, how Marxus was clearly unsure with what had caused this change of pace.
And now that Marxus was no longer inside him, Zane was stuck trying to ignore how strange it was to be feeling so empty. The burn was still very much alive and well inside him, but now he was definitely missing having the other man there.
“I can take care of that if you need,” Marxus said.
Zane spoke without thinking as he waded his way over to the side of the pool where his clothes were.
“Take care of what?”
He stopped suddenly, realizing what it was Marxus was talking about, and he slowly turned, facing the other man, shocked that Marxus could tell he still wanted more.
And why the fuck did he have to have such an inviting smile on his face? Why did he have to be so damned good looking? It really wasn’t fair. There was something bullshit about the fact that Zane had just had the best lay of his life and the man he’d done it with had to be so cocky and gorgeous.
“I’m fine,” Zane said eventually. He even managed to keep his voice from cracking like some prepubescent kid. He turned and pulled himself out of the pool, fully aware that Marxus’s eyes were on his naked body as he reached for his clothes.
His clothes that were still soaking wet.
“Uh, what do we tell the others about what we just did?”
“What? Can’t say it out loud?”
Zane jumped, turned, and glared down at the dragon still in the water. He’d silently swam up behind Zane after Zane pulled himself out. Now his arms were crossed on the edge of the pool, and he had the most innocent expression possible on his face.
It was almost enough to make Zane scream at him.
“I can say it out loud. I’m trying to be respectful.”
“Of all the people watching us in the pool?”
For a hair of a second, Zane actually thought there might have been someone watching him and Marxus fucking in the water, but he knew what the other man meant. Now Zane was just getting paranoid for no apparent reason.
“Whatever. You tell the omegas they need to clean the pool then.”
“It’s not like this would be the first time they’d have to,” Marxus said, pulling himself out of the water, the sound of heavy dripping behind him. “Besides, I’ll be helping them out with it anyway.”
“You will?” Zane was still struggling to get his wet shorts over his hips when Marxus admitted to that. He looked at the other man, shocked to have heard that.
Marxus shrugged. “Of course. I live here now, too.”
Zane swallowed, and he quickly looked away.
A shameful feeling crept up the back of his neck. For some reason, he wasn’t sure why, but he’d gotten the feeling that, even though the dragons had taken this house from the vampires and freed the omega slaves within, the dragons were using the omegas as their own personal housekeepers.
Zane knew none of the pleasure slaves were still doing that kind of work and there had never been any alphas or betas in this particular home. It had o
nly been hired guards like Zane and his brother, so those were out, too.
Still, the housework seemed like something that was actually kind of…beneath the dragons. To know that they were actually doing that sort of thing made him ashamed for not doing anything since he’d come here.
“If you want, you can help out, too.”
Zane knew exactly what Marxus was talking about helping out with, which was why he glared at the man. “I’ll clean out the pool next time, when you and I aren’t the reason why it needs cleaning.”
Marxus laughed right in his face. “God, you’re so funny. A little cum isn’t going to hurt the water. I don’t even think it’ll need to be drained. All the chlorine should have taken care of it.”
Zane didn’t know if that was true, and he wasn’t going to find out. He wasn’t going to help Marxus and the other omegas clean up the mess they’d made. Marxus probably only wanted him to because it was humiliating.
“I’ll pass. I’ll do something next time if I’m going to pull my weight.”
“So there will be a next time?”
Why was this guy insufferable? He wasn’t as bad as he’d been the day they first met, but that was beside the point. Zane was inches away from knocking his head off his shoulders.
“I need to go,” he said, quickly walking toward the door, but not too quickly, hoping against hope that would be the end of it.
Marxus called after him. “Come see me when you can’t take it anymore.”
Chapter Four
Marxus was forced to watch the man go, kind of sure that what he’d felt was true, but now…maybe not so much.
If what he’d felt were real, wouldn’t Zane have stayed? Wouldn’t he have needed to stay?
Dimitri’s mating with Josh, another human and Zane’s younger brother, was proof that humans could be just as affected by the mating heat as any shifter.
Marxus grabbed one of the clean towels piled up on the bench along the wall. Zane had completely missed them and walked out of here still dripping. Marxus began drying his hair down, thinking about what this meant.
