Page 80 of Burned

His love and desperation flood our bond, meeting mine and flowing into both of us. Our connection was barely a thread the first time we kissed, but it’s strong and sturdy now, wide open between us. I can feel the needy pulse of his cock the same way I can feel my own, the shivery pleasure of my fingers stroking over his hot skin. I can even taste the burn of fire simmering in the back of his throat.

We scatter our clothes carelessly, greedy for every new inch of skin we uncover. I want to spend at least a decade memorizing every part of him with my lips. Knowing that’s actually possible is enough to make me dizzy and giddy, completely drunk on the love and lust coursing between us.

I tumble onto the bed, coins and gems scattering noisily onto the floor. Lord climbs on top of me, breaking the kiss to scoop up a handful of emeralds resting on the pillow. No one should look as beautiful as he does, naked and hard, straddling me with a playful, wicked glint in his dragon-orange eyes. He opens his hand over my chest, raining the emeralds down over me. They skitter and bounce, the chill of them against my hot skin making me gasp and laugh.

“All of this for you, my mate,” he rumbles, grabbing a handful of gold coins this time and repeating the action.

I grin and wiggle underneath him, the cool treasure I fell on top of warming to match the temperature of my skin. Our hard cocks bump and a generous amount of precum leaks from his slit to drool over my shaft.

“If things had gone differently, If I hadn’t been dying when you met me…” I lick my lips, trying to find the right way to word this. “How does mating usually go?”

He chuckles, running his hands over my body in slow, teasing strokes, tracing the long line of my throat with his index finger all the way down to the dip between my muscled pecs.

“Considering the chaotic mess I watched each of my brothers go through, I’m not sure there’s a ‘usually,’ but if you mean the actual bonding…” He teases both of my nipples with the pads of his thumbs, and I gasp, arching up underneath him and then nodding a ‘yes’ for him to continue. “I would have given you my fire for the first time right here in our hoard, with my cock inside you and my name on your lips.”

My cock jerks and my hole clenches.

“Can we do it now? I know we’re already bonded but…”

His eyes flash with heat and his dragon rumbles happily from deep in his chest.

“You can have my fire as often as you want, mate,” he growls, bracing his hands on either side of my head and leaning close to press his body against mine. Chest to chest, cock to cock.

“Make me yours again, Balriss.” I tangle my fingers in his hair and when he parts his lips to make another dragony sound of possessive approval, I shove my tongue between them.

His cock is already slick with precum, and I’m too impatient to wait for him to be gentle with me. With our lips still locked, I wrestle my way out from underneath him. The only fight he puts up is clearly for the pleasure of feeling our muscles bulge and our skin get slick with sweat from the struggle. We tussle and thrust, our cocks dragging against each other, our grunts and moans muffled around our stroking tongues, more treasure falling from the bed and rattling along the floor.

I’m breathless and aching by the time I crawl on top of him, only breaking the kiss long enough to line his cock up with my needy, twitching hole. I throw my head back and groan as I sink down onto him, reveling in the burning stretch, the fullness of him claiming me so deeply that if I weren’t already his, I’d be ruined for any other man.

The base of his cock throbs against my rim, aching to swell into a knot and lock us together. I roll my hips and hook a hand behind his neck to pull him back into our kiss.

There are a million things to love about our bond: the fact that I can feel the tight, silky heat wrapped around my own cock like I’m fucking and being fucked at the same time; the way it amplifies every touch, every sound, every gasp between us; the beautiful security of knowing nothing can ever break us apart…

But I think my favorite part is that I can tell Lord I love him without needing to break our kiss again.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I chant the words in my head as I ride his cock hard and fast. He digs his fingers into my hips hard enough that I’m sure I’ll have bruises, at least for a little while, and I can feel him greedily hoarding all the love I’m pouring into him deep in his heart, right where it belongs.

His tongue scorches mine, the heat of the fire burning in his throat rising no matter how hard he tries to hold it back.

“It’s okay,” I murmur against his lips, fucking myself in earnest on his gloriously thick cock. “Give it to me. I don’t want to wait.”

Lord roars and devours my lips, tangling his fingers in my hair. Our bond lights up brighter than the sun, full of so many emotions that it’s almost too much to contain. And then his fire pours down my throat.

It’s nothing like I expected. It burns, but in the best way, like sinking into a hot bath. A hazy memory tugs at the back of my mind—blackness, pain… and thenthis. Being knitted back together, claimed, burned down from the inside out and rebuilt as the man I was always meant to be.

I cry out against Lord’s lips, gulping down his fire and grinding on his cock. His knot swells, catching on my rim with every thrust until it’s too big to pull out anymore. It pulses against my prostate, and I can feel it in my own cock, the throbbing, heat, and pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

Coming, coming,coming. There’s no start and seemingly no end, just dizzying waves of ecstasy as Lord’s fire finally flickers out and we moan into a smoky kiss again.

My cock is still twitching as I collapse on top of him, his knot tugging at my rim, my whole body quaking with aftershocks that leave me gasping. Lord wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my throat.

“I’ll give you the world, Alrick, I swear it. Anything you want for the rest of our lives.”

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