Page 75 of Tempest

Iason glanced over his shoulder. His eyes were blurry, pupils wide, his forehead damp with sweat. “Dragon, no one’s ever accused me of being wanton in my life. And—ah, fuck—you’re the one with the two cocks in the first place.”

“I don’t have them in this form, though,” Levi said, helping Iason just abitto move back, giving him friction. “So if they manifested, it must be because you want them.” He leaned down, arching over Iason, and bit at the back of his neck—somethingelsethat drove Iason wild—then started fucking him a little harder. “Show me how much you want my cocks, wizard. How much you like being mounted by your dragon.”

Iason’s only response was a moan that turned into a shout, and he took Levi’s two cocks so beautifully, so easily, that Levi lost a bit of his control, growling from deep in his throat and worrying Iason’s skin until it broke and bled. The bed rattled ominously as Levi fucked Iason, and then, when he rolled onto his back and let Iason fuckhimselfby riding both cocks, Levi bucked up so hard that he could hearandfeel the slats of the bed snap.

They were both too far gone to worry about it, but when Levi came with a loud roar and Iason followed seconds after, a hand frantically working his cock, the frame gave way and sent the mattress to the floor, splinters flying, and Levi still couldn’t stop. The bed ended up soaked with seawater, as if he were a dragon straight from the sea, and they’d piled the bedding on the floor and slept on it while the mattress lay atop the broken frame.

“I can’t say I didn’t like that,” Iason said, voice a low, warm drawl. “But we should save it for the floor next time.” He shifted, a hand reaching down between them, running over the curve of Levi’s abdominals and lower, to fondle his soft cock. “Oh.”

Levi smiled a bit, eyes half-open, tangled in the damp bedding and Iason. “Disappointed? Don’t be. I can still make you scream with pleasure with one cock. It’s that good on its own.”

Iason pressed his face to Levi’s chest, body shaking—he was a reserved man even in good humor, his laughter quiet but genuine. “Levi. I’d say you’re all talk—”

“But you know better,” Levi interrupted. “And if not, youwill.”

Iason lifted his head. He smiled, and while it always looked a bit like a grimace because of the scars, Levi knew what it meant, and he felt a gentle rush of warmth like a slow, easy morning tide on a sunny summer day. “I do know, but feel free to show me. I saidlater, notnow,tch, dragon, being immortal doesn’t mean my ass isn’t sore.”

“I don’t need to fuck you to make you scream, you know,” Levi said. “And you could fuckme. You only have one inferior cock, but—”

“Inferior? Did you sayinferior? Dragon, if you want a man to fuck you, don’t call his cock that.” Iason stared at him.

Levi stared back, unblinking. “I said what I said.”

Iason’s face eased into his grimace of a smile again, and he shook with more of that silent laughter. “If you ever had to apply for a job, you’d just walk in and introduce yourself as the new owner.”

“Don’t be foolish,” Levi said, rolling them over so he could kiss Iason there on their makeshift bed. “I’d neverapplytowork.”

Sophie didn’t say a word in the morning when she came downstairs to find Iason levitating broken bed slats out of the upstairs window. Iason’s face was the color of a tomato, and he’d threatened Levi with all manner of bodily harm if Levi said a word.

But sex with Iason wasn’t the only place Levi noticed his dragon returning; it was clear anytime he was in the water, too. Sophie had sworn she saw a tail the last time they’d been surfing, and a few times, while he was swimming her out to the sirens for lessons near the shipwreck, she’d made note of feeling the scales.

“I think my form is struggling to find its new shape,” he told Iason, the two of them outside on the little patio they’d built at the back of the house. Iason had added a stone pool of water for Argo to splash about in and weathered strips of wood to give the rest of them somewhere to relax. There was some furniture Iason had found and fixed up, and even a little brazier filled with coals where Levi and Sophie attempted to grill fish, fruit, and whatever else they thought might be tasty.

And there was a hammock, which was where Levi was currently sprawled while Iason indulged in one of his cloves and muttered about needing to fix the kitchen window so it didn’t leak when it rained. He went quiet after Levi’s pronouncement, staring off into the dark night in the way that meant he was thinking before he spoke. He wasn’t a killer anymore, but Levi could see why he’d been a good one. He was a deliberate, precise man who checked his work often and didn’t rush to save time. Levi wondered what he might have been, if the Archmage had let him be.

Dead, probably, given that he was a wizard. Humans lived such short lives; it made no sense why they were always trying to hurry other people’s deaths along. Levi was glad Iason was focusing on home improvement and tinctures instead.

“You missed your dragon,” Iason said, the tip of his clove glinting in the dark. “Shouldn’t you be glad it’s back?”

“It wasn’t really gone, since I’m… not really a dragon, just like I’m not really a man. I think it’s the dual aspects of my nature. I am the storm, yes, but I’m more than that now. I’ve affected the natural order of life here by interacting with—well, you, and Sophie. Lazaros. I know people’s names here. They know mine.”

“Gods don’t typically live among people, is what you’re saying.”

“Some do more than others, but not me. Until now.” Levi pushed the hammock with a foot, smiling at the simple pleasure of it swinging gently. “I like these.”

“A dragon in a hammock on my deck.” Iason shook his head. Levi could just make out the pull of his scars in the dark, the expression that meant he was smiling as he took another drag on his clove. “A water dragon swimming in my tub. A daughter bewitching mages right and left. And me, talking about window maintenance. If this is you affecting mortal life, dragon, I don’t think you’re having quite the impact you imagined.”

Levi pushed the hammock with a little more force, unperturbed. “Mislia was already fairly chaotic. Maybe I was drawn here because of that. I know it was your magic that snared me, but Iwasnearby.”

Iason clicked his tongue. “I shudder to think what I might have bonded with, if not you.”

“Nothing,” Levi said. “There wouldn’t have been enough power for you to save Sophie. So she would have died, and I imagine you wouldn’t have lived much longer. The guilt would have been too much.”

“Thanks,” Iason said dryly. “I needed something to wake me up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night.What if Levi had been visiting Diabolos when we were tossed into the water with hungry sharkswill do as well as anything else, I suppose.”

“There you are.” Levi waved a hand. “My impact.”

Iason laughed. He had a nice laugh, quiet and deep, and Levi always smiled when he heard it. Iason hadn’t laughed much, at first, and then he’d seemed as if maybe he should feel guilty about it, like he didn’t have the right. He’d put aside a lot of his self-loathing, especially since they’d confronted the former Archmage.

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