Page 89 of No Ordinary Drakeling
“What?”
“I wondered if you were having trouble finding my hole.”
“Tiri. Relax. I’m going to suck you while I stretch you.”
Placing his arms at his sides and closing his eyes again, Tiri smiled. “That sounds lovely. Go ahead.”
Zane said nothing, and Tiri soon discovered that while he knew the mechanics of sex, he was wholly unprepared for the feel of it. His mate’s wet mouth slid over his length and were he not already lying down, he would have crumpled into a heap. Tiri’s back arched with exquisite pleasure as Zane suckled his cock. His slick fingers traced around Tiri’s entrance and the nerve endings sang with delight.
“I’m going to want to have sex all the time,” Tiri huffed out as he tried to get oxygen in and out of his desperate lungs. Zane took no mercy on him and swallowed around the head of his dick, which made a loud keening cry rip from his throat. It took him several moments to realize that Zane already had a single digit buried inside of him. His dragon pumped in and out while Tiri struggled with the sensations bombarding his overheated body.
Of their own accord, his arms flew above his head and he clutched the headboard until it pained him as his head thrashed from side to side. Zane was expertly working his cock and with his free hand, he pinned Tiri in place by firmly grasping one hip. He had toyed with himself plenty in the short time since he’d met Zane, but it paled in comparison to this experience.
It was only the feel of a slight stretching that told Tiri there were now two fingers buried in his ass. He had just become adjusted to it when Zane smoothed them over his prostate.
“You must do it again,” he managed. Without missing a beat, Zane did as he asked and Tiri nearly sobbed with his joy. He licked his dry lips as Zane’s tongue played with the slit of his cock. Tiri grew concerned that he would not be able to stop his body from climaxing before Zane was finished preparing him.
Gritting his teeth, he viciously pulled himself from the brink as once again, Zane swallowed around him. A shout sounded in the room, and it took him several seconds to realize it was his own.
“Can you hurry?” he begged as he dug his toes into the duvet.
The dragon with the magical mouth finally allowed his dick some freedom. “You okay?”
“I’m close…very close.”
“Hmm,” Zane murmured as he kissed one of Tiri’s balls. “That’s good.”
Tiri wanted to slap him…until he worked three of his fingers into his entrance. He simply didn’t know how much longer he could stave off his orgasm. Zane continued to drop little kisses over Tiri’s balls and his inner thighs. Thankfully, he kept them from Tiri’s sensitive cock.
“Do you think you’re ready?” Zane asked as he pulled his hand free from Tiri’s body after what had to be several torturous hours.
Tiri nodded enthusiastically. “I can’t wait much longer.”
Zane got up on his knees, and Tiri watched in rapt attention as he slicked himself up. “I’d like you to get on top.”
“Can I touch your cock?”
“Nope.”
“That certainly doesn’t seem fair,” Tiri grumbled as he peeled himself off the bed, so he could jump on Zane’s dick.
“Next time, baby.”
Once they switched places, Tiri took a matter of seconds to swing one leg over Zane to straddle him. Zane held his cock at the base and their eyes met.
“Take your time, okay? I’m not going anywhere,” he ordered huskily.
“I do need to come very bad though,” Tiri informed him. With Zane’s guiding hand, he got into the right position to take the dragon inside him. The thick head of Zane’s dick pressed against him, and Tiri was in awe over Fate’s ability to allow them to be together so intimately. His hole stretched, and he grew full as he slowly lowered his body.
“Doing all right?”
“I like us connected this way,” Tiri confessed as the odd sensation of becoming a single entity did nothing to lessen his pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” Zane gritted out. “I won’t last long.”
Tiri splayed his hands over Zane’s chest once the dragon was fully seated inside his heat. He gave himself a single moment to marvel over that miracle, then closed his eyes and rode Zane at a brutal pace.
“Fuck.” The word burst from Zane’s mouth and for once, the expletive didn’t bother Tiri. The roughness of it suited sex, and Tiri exulted in the tenseness of Zane’s muscles as he moved faster. He wasn’t conscious of any thought; he concentrated only on what they were creating together. A split second later, Zane reared up and clutched the back of his head with one big palm. His tongue dragged over Tiri’s neck, and his fangs sank in.
