Page 127 of No Ordinary Drakeling
His cock hardened, and there was an answering stiffness rubbing against it burdened by the layers of fabric between them. Ellery managed to get his legs freed and bent his knees, making a cradle for Chrysander’s hips. He thrust upward desperate for any kind of friction.
“We have too many clothes on,” Chrysander complained as he trailed his lips over Ellery’s jaw.
“Yes.”
While he agreed with Chrysander, he was trapped beneath his weight and couldn’t do anything to remedy the situation.
“Get naked, Ell.”
Ellery bit down on Chrysander’s lobe with their mating hoops in it. “I cannot with you on top of me.”
Those irritated words sent Chrysander into action. He stood and tore off his clothing in about three seconds. Ellery admired the strong muscles of his chest, the proud cock jutting out, and his thick thighs.
“Clothes, Ell. Take them off, or I’m ripping them off.”
“Uh huh,” Ellery responded still drooling over Chrysander’s spectacular physique. This annoyed his other half, who harrumphed, then tugged Ellery’s pants down over his swollen dick. He yanked them off and tossed them to the floor. Doing his part, Ellery managed to remove his tunic. He was rewarded with a horny dragon plastered to his front.
Ellery wasted no time; he wrapped his legs around Chrysander’s waist, and his hips gyrated wildly as he desperately tried to come. Chrysander was just as wild, and he stabbed his tongue through Ellery’s lips in a feral kiss. They clung to each other with Ellery’s hands trapped back in Chrysander’s locks as they barreled toward their orgasm. In that moment there was only the two of them—no titles, no responsibilities, just a unique elf hybrid and a particularly sexy dragon.
“Close,” Chrysander breathed out.
With his eyes squeezed shut, Ellery tore his mouth free and arched his neck. His fangs punched through his gums, and he let out a growl as his dragon demanded his claim to Chrysander. His other half understood his need and bared his throat.
Ellery didn’t hesitate to sink his teeth into the tender flesh. Chrysander roared out Ellery’s name, splashing them both with his come. Ellery’s release was explosive as his soul finally laced around Chrysander’s fully and completely. It was a glorious moment, and Ellery cherished it. He’d waited a lifetime to feel this close to another, and Chrysander was beyond his imagination.
He remembered to lick the wound closed after pulling free and as their bodies cooled, Ellery glided his hands down to the damp skin of Chrysander’s back. “I get to have an eternity with you like this.”
Chrysander kissed his cheek. “You’re the most incredible man I’ve ever met.”
“That is what I think about you.”
Lifting his head so their eyes met, Chrysander smiled. “Your eyes are still green. There’s a clear layer of scales over the green, but they look like jade. That’s amazing. They’re gold in dragon form.”
“I guess all your wishes came true today.”
“And then some. You’re my heart, Ell. I’m going to spend my entire immortality making sure you never doubt that.”
“I love you too, Chrys.”
* * *
“I appreciate you both meeting me today. I know your family is officially on vacation through the weekend, but I wanted to give you an update on the Sprite Grove,” Alaric said as he settled into a chair across from Tiri and Zane. They were in one of the sitting rooms in their condo, and it was full of unwelcoming furniture but Tiri sat down anyway. Zane was right next to him, and he took Tiri’s hand in his.
“Has something significant changed?” Zane asked.
“Well, the deaths have slowed. There have been no executions in nearly ten days,” Alaric revealed. “That’s the good news.”
“So, what’s the bad news?” Tiri asked.
“I’m not sure if it’s bad, but they appear to be making weapons. Spears and shorter blades. We haven’t seen any threats, and they have not been attacked. We cannot figure out what they intend to do with all this weaponry. They have pulled everyone except for the children off their other tasks to work on manufacturing.”
Tiri shared a concerned look with Zane. “That’s strange. In the past, it has only been Chesvarin’s hand-selected guards who could touch weapons. They crafted their own. You’re sure you haven’t seen any dark-haired sprites? The only thing I can think of is that they fear them and want to defend themselves if a large group shows up.”
“All the sprites there are covered. Do you know if the Warrior Sprites also wear cloaks?”
“I haven’t seen one for myself so I’m not sure.”
“The best we can do is continue to watch them.”
