Page 33 of Lyric

I now had a completely naked omega leaning against me. It wasn't the first time for us. But at the roost I'd been a lot more preoccupied with other things to pay much attention. Now, Jinn had all my attention.

He had tiny adhesive bandages all over his body. To see them all together was a bit alarming. Bruising had begun to show on his ribs, arms and thighs. I wanted to wrap him up right then and there and hold him close to me so nothing could harm him ever again.

But what surprised me the most was seeing his cock. It stood straight out from his body as if reaching for something it couldn't find. I tried not to stare, but it was so beautifuldistended like that, dark tan at the base and a precious pale pink where the tip poked out from his foreskin.

I shook my head. Forcing myself to be the gentleman. But out of the corner of my eye I kept up my ill-mannered alpha gaze.

He is so perfect for us.

Are you looking?

Are you?

I feel the pulse of need. Of course I look.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other so my own protruding erection wouldn't accidentally rub against Jinn. The fact that he was in the same state didn't matter. I was here to help him, to keep him safe. I should be the better man.

Better? What does that even mean?

Lyrican had been more talkative than ever, and it looked as though he wasn't going to stop any time soon.

Dragons had a randy reputation, but as with any species we came in all different styles, forms and behaviors. Some of us had huge sex drives, and some didn't. Lyrican didn't. Until now. It was both fascinating and annoying to me. I couldn't criticize him, because I felt the same way about Jinn. But now wasn't the time to act.

I reached in and turned on the tap for Jinn, making sure the water was warm before allowing him to step in.

“Thank you,” he said.

He had to finally turn around and face me to take a seat. His cheeks were pink. His head bowed so his hair hung forward and I heard him whisper in a shaky voice, “Sorry.”

“For what?”

He wove his fingers together and placed them over his groin to hide his cock.

I handed him the shower massage which forced him to take one hand away. I had to peek. That budding cock was quiteinsistent, poking up past his fingers as he tried one more time to push it down.

My own palms tingled at the thought of what it would feel like to wrap my hands around him and stroke. Images of watching him break in pleasure washed over me before I could stop them.

Some gentleman I was.

I pointed to a couple of fixtures on the wall. “The silver one is soap. The gold is shampoo. If you want conditioner, too, there's a bottle of it in the mini alcove there above your head.”

Then, thinking he would never easily reach it, I stepped in and grabbed it, setting it next to him on the bench. Warm water sprinkled my clothes but I didn’t care.

“Thank you,” he repeated.

“Are you okay now?”

“Yes.”

I took a step back.

Jinn held up his hand. “Wait.”

“What is it?”

“Please don't leave me alone.”

“Of course not. I don't even have to close the door if you don't want me to.”

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