Page 68 of Killian
Dravyn shivered as Killian’s warm breath landed on his neck. With his fingers tangled in Dravyn’s hair, Killian dragged his mouth along Dravyn’s throat and jaw.
“Hmm, yes,” Killian whispered. “A necessary component when two men wish to love each other.”
Erotic images rushed into Dravyn’s mind, and he clutched the edges of his tunic. Desperate to get some control, he gulped and turned his head. Killian’s gaze was both amused and aroused. His sensuous lips curved, and Dravyn nearly forgot what he wished to say.
“Killer, we must do something about your propensity to speak of private matters in public.”
“My work here is done tonight,” Killian replied as magick filled the air around them.
Closing his eyes to keep from getting dizzy as Killian teleported them away from the dance, Dravyn and his dragon dealt with the discomfort of having nothing beneath them for a few seconds. Dravyn was unsurprised to find himself transported to Killian’s bed, which was nestled in a giant tree. It reminded Dravyn to ensure Killian kept his promise of providing such a comfort to him on Aleksander’s land the following day.
Dravyn opened his mouth to mention it but found it full of Killian’s tongue. Instead of being annoyed, Dravyn decided speech could wait. As he’d wanted to do for hours, Dravyn laid his hands on Killian’s bare skin. It was slightly damp—thanks to his enormous efforts to feed thousands—and incredibly smooth.
“Vines,” Dravyn mumbled.
Killian shifted his weight and coaxed Dravyn into reclining on the big mattress beneath them. Perfectly happy with that plan, Dravyn relaxed against the plush green fabric, which he noted was the exact shade of his dragon scales.
“What?” Killian asked.
Dravyn blinked between kisses. “Huh?”
“What did you say?”
When Killian pushed a hand beneath Dravyn’s tunic, he nearly lost the ability to have coherent thought completely.
“Your vines.”
“This tunic is in the way,” Killian complained, and Dravyn eagerly whipped the serviceable fabric over his head. Killian grabbed the garment and tossed it to the side. “What about my vines?”
Killian sealed their mouths together, which left Dravyn happily unable to speak for several beautiful minutes while thedruid explored his belly and chest with his fingertips. Dravyn wished for the same opportunity to learn Killian’s body, but he was so lost in the desire pumping through his veins that he merely clutched at Killian. His full effort, instead, went into ensuring he returned Killian’s kisses with fervency. Delighted by the passion blooming between Killian and Dravyn, his dragon roared with satisfaction.
But Dravyn was far from fulfilled. His balls were aching, his cock was throbbing, and he was desperate for completion. Dravyn was equally eager to create the same intense lust in Killian.
“The vines,” Dravyn whispered, finally remembering that Killian awaited his response. “Can you use your magick to make them appear?”
“I must be touching a living thing growing from the ground,” Killian explained, nipping Dravyn’s chin. “Would you prefer I focus on touching a tree or plant, or should I continue mapping you with my hands?”
Dravyn was disappointed that he could not have his fantasy of holding a vine-covered Killian close while they made love, but he did not stay sad for long. Even without the plants embellishing Killian’s beauty, the man was sensual, and Dravyn craved him.
“The hands thing,” Dravyn managed as Killian cupped his rod through his hose.
Killian smiled wickedly. “Just as I imagined, you are so deliciously large everywhere. Oh, the things I am going to do with you. To you.”
Since Dravyn’s entire body was flushed, he refused to be embarrassed by the heat in his cheeks at Killian’s words. Helpless, Dravyn undulated on the mattress and wondered how to communicate what he needed. How could he tell Killian thatwhat he desired most was to be taken? To be loved thoroughly by the druid Fate had gifted him?
“Tell me, would it embarrass you to finish undressing?” Killian asked, kissing a fiery trail down Dravyn’s belly.
“You must also disrobe,” Dravyn insisted.
“Happily.”
Dravyn’s eyes widened as Killian’s braies vanished. It had to be magick. To have such power was truly a wondrous thing. But Dravyn didn’t care about sorcery right now. His entire focus was on the veiny rod rising out of a nest of black curls toward Killian’s taut stomach. Dravyn wanted to taste him. But he had no clue how to please a man. Killian was the first to kiss or touch him.
A delightful shiver rushed along his spine as Killian tugged at the cord holding Dravyn’s hose in place. Feeling clumsy and ungainly, Dravyn pushed ineffectually at his clothing.
“Shh, if you wish to stay clothed, I will not be angered,” Killian said, sincerity written on his handsome face.
Dravyn scowled. “I am struggling to get my limbs to work properly. My desire is to be as naked as you, but I have no grace.”
