Page 73 of Dragon's Revenge

Delton laughed too. “Personally, I’m more partial to your biceps.”

“Biceps?” Adar looked at himself as he flexed. “What’s special about them?”

Delton indulged in a good, long stare. The man’s body really was a work of art. All those powerful muscles, not a gram of fat on him, and then that smooth, bronze skin. He swallowed. “I have a thing for arms. They’re sexy.”

“Really?” Adar didn’t seem convinced. “I’m more of an ass man myself.”

Delton did the same half-turn Adar had performed earlier, putting his hand on his hip and pushing out his ass. “Mine’s not too bad.”

“It’s rather spectacular, actually.” Adar gestured vaguely. “Very luscious and round, considering you’re slim otherwise. It’s…inviting.”

Inviting? Hmm, Delton could definitely work with that. “Thank you.”

Another awkward silence.

“Can I offer you something to drink?” Delton asked.

“I’m good, thank you.”

God, they talked like strangers, not like lovers. Which they were, technically. Right? They’d had sex before, albeit under somewhat different circumstances. Though that, too, had been by appointment. Adar stood there, hands jammed into his pockets, looking all kinds of stiff and uncomfortable. None of this was easy to navigate for either of them. Maybe they just didn’t know how to initiate this spontaneously?

On impulse, Delton held out his hand. “Come with me.”

Adar took his hand without hesitation, relief filling his expression as if he were glad Delton was taking the initiative. Delton led them into his bedroom, where he softly closed the door behind him. He let go of Adar’s hand and stepped closer to the alpha, reaching for the hem of his hoodie. “Can I?”

Adar nodded, his gaze locked on Delton’s face. Delton slowly pushed the hoodie up, revealing Adar’s sculpted abs and powerful chest. The alpha’s body was a thing of beauty—broad shoulders tapering down to a tight waist, pecs and abs so defined they looked carved from stone. Even the scar on his abdomen—still somewhat raised and red—didn’t take away from his beauty.

Delton ran his hands over the smooth skin, tracing the contours. He felt Adar shudder beneath his touch. Adar lifted his arms, allowing Delton to pull the hoodie off completely.

“You’re beautiful,” Delton murmured, drinking in the sight before him.

A faint flush colored Adar’s cheeks. “I think that’s my line.”

“We can share it.”

“Your turn,” Adar murmured, his voice low and rough. He gripped the bottom of Delton’s T-shirt and tugged it upward. Delton raised his arms, letting Adar strip the shirt off and toss it aside. Then they were chest to chest, skin against skin, heartbeats thudding in sync.

“I want you,” Adar said, his voice low and rough. “I know this is new for both of us, but I want this connection with you.”

Delton’s heart swelled at the sincerity in Adar’s words. “Me too.” But they had another practical detail to work out, one he had thought long and hard about. “And I’m willing to bottom for you.”

Adar’s eyes widened. “I thought you preferred topping.”

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m never open to bottoming. I definitely want to try it with you.” A thought occurred to him. “Part of my resistance may also have been because most of my sexual partners were alphas, which meant I was always expected to take on that role.”

“Well, not with me. You know that. You know I like both…”

He did indeed. “I know, but today, I want to do it the other way around.”

“I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

Then Adar cupped Delton’s face in his big hands, tilting his head back. Their lips met in a deep, searching kiss. Delton opened eagerly to the alpha, welcoming the thrust of his tongue. The kiss started careful, exploring, but quickly grew heated.

Delton moaned into the kiss, savoring the electric slide of Adar’s tongue against his own. He pressed closer, skin tingling everywhere they touched as his hands roamed over Adar’s muscular back and shoulders. He wanted to map every inch of the alpha’s body, to memorize the feel of him.

Adar’s large hands slid down to grip Delton’s hips, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive hollows. Delton rocked against him, desire pooling hot and urgent in his core.

He almost reached for the man’s belt but then changed his mind. If they wanted this to work, to mean something, none of it could be rushed. It had to be slow, sensual, like a seduction rather than a business transaction, like something they had to cross off their to-do list.

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