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“Allow me,” Killian replied.
Instead of yanking the offending garment out of the way, Killian inched it down and pressed an ardent kiss to Dravyn’s exposed hip. Dravyn wiggled and squirmed as Killian took his sweet time, exposing Dravyn to the cool night air flowing gently through the leaves of the enormous tree where he lay prone on the druid’s bed.
“You are built with such beautiful proportions,” Killian murmured against his skin. “My desire grows for you with each bit of you I see.”
Dravyn growled low in his throat when Killian licked his cock from base to tip.
“I do not need to ask if you enjoyed that,” Killian mused, then dragged his lips across Dravyn’s heavy balls. “Hmm, you taste even more splendid than the feast you provide for my eyes.”
Dravyn squirmed, clutched at the sheets, and glowed at the erotic words Killian spoke as he carefully slid the hose to his dragonskin boots. Whether it was to give Dravyn a moment to recover or because he needed a bit of space himself, Killian sat up and tugged off Dravyn’s footwear. The last of his clothing followed, and while Dravyn should have been embarrassed at his nakedness or feeling uneasy with the vulnerability of wearing nothing, he only felt desire and a deep affection for Killian.
“Would you roll over for me, Dray?”
Eager to do whatever Killian wanted, Dravyn turned swiftly. He laid his cheek on a fluffy pillow and allowed Killian to coax him up to his knees. Dravyn had a moment to shudder at the thought of his arse so high in the air, but it was soon replaced by pure pleasure. Killian’s tongue swept around his pucker.
Groaning, Dravyn wondered if he would survive the night or combust. Killian was mumbling something as he dipped a finger into Dravyn’s hole, but with the druid’s mouth pressed to his center, Dravyn could not make out his words. It was apparent that Killian talked much as he loved. Dravyn did not find that to be a flaw.
He soaked up Killian’s praise of his body and hoped someday he could explain to the druid how beautiful he was too. But it was hard to create compliments when his entire focus was on the circle of skin being kissed and the channel Killian was slowly spreading with two slick digits.
In his youth, Dravyn had experimented with many things in the few quiet hours he had to himself at night. Dravyn had already known how a tender touch to his hole could drive him to further heights than just stroking his rod. But he had neverexperienced such intensity in the past. Killian’s touch was sure and soft.
If Killian was using magick to increase Dravyn’s reaction, he had no complaints. The wicked druid with the talented tongue could do whatever he wanted to Dravyn. But Dravyn wondered, as he rocked his hips to find some relief, how long he would last. Then stars burst behind his closed eyes as Killian touched the lovely bundle of nerves Dravyn had discovered inside himself while still a drakeling.
His dragon roared with a need to claim Killian, and Dravyn was shocked as his fangs punched through his gums. Was he truly ready to stake his claim on Killian? The beast growled at Dravyn’s question. But Dravyn could not please either of them that night. A complete matebond would have to wait. Dravyn did not even know if Killian desired such a thing.
“Dray, are you well?”
Dravyn wasn’t aware he’d tensed, but Killian had noticed instantly.
“I am fine.”
“Your voice sounds off.”
Unwilling to lie, Dravyn squeezed the sheets in his fists harder and forced himself to relax. “My dragon has realized he desires the bond Fate created. My fangs have dropped.”
“Fangs?” Killian asked curiously. To Dravyn’s joy, the druid worked a third finger into him, and Dravyn exhaled slowly to experience every moment of pleasure.
“Dragons bite to seal matebonds. How do magickind do it?”
Killian dropped a kiss on Dravyn’s bare arse cheek. “We use athames. Ceremonial blades to cut the skin and mix our blood. Does a bite hurt?”
“Not if it is at the height of passion.”
“Tell me, are you feeling passion now?”
Dravyn moaned. “So much of it. Have no fear. I can control my dragon.”
“I trust you.”
Despite the throbbing of his cock, Dravyn allowed the sweetness of those words to flow into his mind and heart. No one had ever said such to Dravyn. Most of his life had been spent alone. Yes, he had loved ones and his family was working together to build a future. But they rarely spoke about their feelings.
“I trust you too,” Dravyn whispered.
“Do I have permission to fill you with my cock and fuck you until you scream?”
Gulping at the vivid image Killian was creating in his mind, Dravyn tucked his chin and rubbed his forehead on the cloth beneath him. “Please.”
For a few brief seconds, Dravyn was empty. Then a blunt cockhead pressed against his center. There was no pain. Dravyn had full faith that Killian’s magick would prevent any discomfort. Plus, he had been told that no soreness existed when two mates came together. So, he concentrated on keeping his breaths calm and staying relaxed as Killian pushed inside him.
