Page 25 of Burned

I rumble a laugh and after a second, he realizes his mistake and chuckles too.

“I guess you don’t need matches, do you?”

I grin and wink at him, then turn back to the wood and branches I arranged in the middle of the makeshift pit. Breathing fire is no more a challenge than simply exhaling, but I think I can be excused for putting on alittlebit of a show for my mate. I drag in a deep breath, filling my chest and preening slightly under his fascinated gaze, and then I exhale, letting the fire deep inside of me spill out through my mouth, crackling and hissing as it dances and leaps onto the kindling.

“Wow,” Alrick murmurs, and my dragon purrs. The sound vibrates in my chest before I can swallow it down and his eyes widen. “Is that…?”

“My dragon,” I confirm. “He likes you.”

His cheeks pink slightly again, mesmerizingly beautiful by the firelight, and an uncharacteristically shy smile twitches on his lips.

“He does?”

I know I’m playing with fire, no pun intended. I know the best thing I can do is keep things distant and cordial until we can sever our bond. But just like in the woods when I found Alrick, I don’t think I’m the one fully in control of my legs. I take a few steps closer until I’m invading his space, barely an inch between our bodies, Alrick’s heady scent filling my nose and making me dizzy.

“Very much.” My voice is even deeper now, barely human at all.

Even if I couldn’t feel the quiver of excitement and desire through our bond, I would be able to see the way his pupils expand and smell the way his scent warms. He might not understand the pull between us, but he’s just as helpless to resist it as I am.

Is it wrong to indulge?

Will it really hurt anything to have just one taste of my accidental mate before we say goodbye forever?

I slide my fingers through his golden locks, and he shivers visibly this time. Like a rubber band reaching its limit, the tension between us hits its peak, and in the warm orange glow of the crackling fire, we crash into each other.

ALRICK

I’m kissing a dragon.

I’m kissing a dragon.

I’m kissing a dragon.

The words echo inside my head, but they don’t do anything to convince me to break the kiss.

Lord’s mouth is scorching hot. I’m surprised it doesn’t leave third degree burns as his lips move against mine. I’m no stranger to kissing men. I’ve locked lips with eager twinks and waged tongue duels against bears even larger than my own massive size. But there’s something about the easy, confident command in Lord’s kiss that has my knees quaking and moans vibrating in my throat.

That spot in my chest that’s been aching since I woke up suddenly feels stitched closed—healed and then some. It’s like I can feel the strength and power that pulses inside of him flowing through my own blood as he slides his tongue between my lips to tangle with mine. He tastes like smoke and ash, but in a way that’s strangely pleasant. There’s a hint of cinnamon on his lips too that reminds me of the cookies we ate yesterday. Was that really only yesterday? It’s impossible to do the actual time zone math as Lord’s hand finds its way under my shirt to sear my skin with the same branding heat as his mouth.

He grunts and growls around our knotted tongues, one hand tangled in my hair while he drags the other slowly up my spine, leaving a trail of heat and beads of sweat in his wake. My cock throbs between us, harder than it’s ever been and straining to close the last inch of space we’re holding between our bodies.

My hands feel like they have a mind of their own, tugging at his clothes and groping his smooth, burning skin as I match the intensity of his kiss. If he was expecting to dominate me with his mouth, he has no idea who he’s dealing with. I hook my hand around the back of his neck and kiss him harder, teasing him by slowing the pace, then speeding up again before he can catch on. I keep him guessing as I stroke his tongue with mine, then retreat before doing it all over again.

His mouth slackens and his lips soften with a barely audible whimper as he gives in and lets me plunder his mouth with deep, hungry licks. The sound goes straight to my balls, making everything inside of me vibrate and tighten with anticipation. I barely register that we’re moving until I have Lord pushed up against the nearest tree, flattening my body against his, bringing our hard cocks flush against each other through our clothes.

We trade muffled moans as I roll my hips to grind my aching erection against his. I’ve never been accused of having a small cock or even an average sized one, but the girthy drag of Lord’s would give him away as inhuman even if I didn’t already know. His growls get deeper, and his touch gets rougher, the two of us pawing and tugging at each other’s clothes.

A fresh spike of heat flickers between our mouths and I can feel the scorch of flames against my tongue. Maybe the reminder of what Lord is should scare me back into my right mind, but it does the exact opposite. I tangle my fingers roughly in his hair and kiss him deeper, more greedily, lapping at his tongue and silently begging him to burn me just a little more, to raze me to ash if it pleases him.

Lord gives me exactly what I want, his flames dancing between our lips as he wrestles my pants open. He reaches inside, wrapping his searing hot fingers around my throbbing shaft, and I shout into his mouth, punching my hips forward to fuck into his grip. The pleasure that shoots through me ricochets between us, plucking that strange connection the magic created. I can feel the raging inferno of Lord’s lust answering mine, and the preening pleasure he’s getting from making my cock leak and my head spin.

He adjusts his grip until it’s exactly the way I like it, rough without being strangling, and then he starts trying to find the right rhythm. Every time he finds the right way to touch me, whether it’s the stroke of his tongue or the speed of his hand overmy cock, he hums happily against my lips. That’s when I realize he’s using thisthingbetween us to feel my pleasure and learn what makes my balls tighten and my breath quicken.

Will it work both ways? Can I blow his mind like no other lover ever has thanks to this fluke side effect of the healing potion?

I grunt and make quick work of undoing his pants, still fucking into his grip and devouring his lips like they’re my last meal.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is wrong. There isn’t a deeper betrayal of my family than this. Not wanting to kill the dragon is bad enough, but shoving my hand into his pants to fist his cock is unforgivable.

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