Page 58 of The Wrath of Ashes
“A nest is meant to hold eggs. A couple is meant to fruit. And you have far too many brothers with free time on their hands—might as well leave them a few nephews to curtail, no? If we’ll be up a dozen times a night feeding little ones, we’re in good hands to do it.” Asha nuzzled back as Rath laughed.
“Dragonlings are much easier than babes, but there’s only one way for you to find that out.”
Asha pawed a single hand near trembling down Rath’s chest, stopping at a transition of scales, gaze not ready to lay upon what would be buried so deep inside him soon enough. “Oh?”
“I’ll just have to get you pregnant, first.”
Asha’s mind went hot and blank. He had no idea why the threat made him weak. “Yes.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Rath
The prospect of young didn’t phase him as much as it should have, would normally. It was a fact of life. One found their mate and had children. The only step missing was taking Asha to his nest and doing his best to make nature proud.
Their hearts beat as one—which could have either been part of their union magic or the fact that their hearts beat so fast that one was indistinguishable from the other.
Fooling around and kissing was one thing, but Rath needed Asha, needed to be inside him, to lick and taste him. “My eager mate. I’ll make you regret waiting for me.”
“I already regret it, but I am so glad you waited.” Asha leaned into him and gasped as Rath hoisted the male against him. A quick pat and adjustment later had Asha’s thighs locking over his hips. “Baltheir’s sake, I forget how strong you are.”
The flush over Asha’s cheeks combined with the sweet giggle of surprise made all the difference in the world, to Rath’s certainty. Asha’s nerves were quelled.
The tower they’d landed on had a few convoluted passageways for servants, as they were indecent and becoming more so by the second. Rath had a cockstand that could scratch glass, pointed rigidly against his belly and pressed in by Asha’s weight.
His tail wrapped around Rath’s waist, the scales so cool and comforting. Rath could stare at those scales for hours, lost in their chromatic undertones. The cool shade of it complemented the opalescent flame. Given a few months, and he’d have a good shed, and they’d be more vibrant, a show to behold. He’d make other dragons look upon him with favor and jealousy.
Rath sped. His feet carried him unerringly through the servants’ way toward his wing of the estate. Swift steps brought him within a few doors, slipping out from behind a tapestry.
“Normal couples would be enjoying cake and dinner about now.” Asha laughed.
“Human couples. We’re not human. We’re normal dragons.” Rath swept on bare feet into his room, eying his nest. Asha had made his own spot in it, not in Rath’s indention but next to it. Shamefully, he’d watched Asha sleep, imagining being with him on an occasion—or three.
“What do normal dragons do, then?”
“Each other, mostly.” Rath offered his most lascivious smile and Asha’s breath hitched.
When he stepped into their nest, Asha’s grip loosened until Rath tumbled down atop him with a gentle glide of his hips. Their cocks, plump with interest, brushed one another where Rath’s sparse hair brushed the bareness of Asha’s groin. It gave Rath pause, and he pulled back to glance down again.
Asha’s cheeks pinkened. “Jeron suggested it. It feels very nice.”
“There’s no need to shave on my account unless you want to do so.” Rath nuzzled along Asha’s neck and chest, planting hungry kisses. His hand roved Asha’s side, circling his hip to grip his thigh, all while his tail thrashed impatiently.
“I was not shaven. I was sugared. They ripped the hairs out so it was smoother.” Asha groaned and rolled his hips, breath catching when Rath reached his navel with a slow lick around the divot, his long tongue tracing idle circles.
His thighs clenched, the muscles beneath his taut flesh dancing to the tune of every flick of his tongue. “That’s too much!”
“Or not enough?” Rath relented, ceasing the flicks of his tongue as he trailed his nose farther down, relishing the hot brand of Asha’s cock against his neck.
“I—I want that. That, please.” Asha’s strained voice made Rath chuckle for but a moment before he dipped and captured the poor male’s cock between his lips. The slick tip dripped over his tongue, twitching a sugary pulse free. “Baltheir’s blessings!”
Rath halted and pulled away. “Don’t cry the name of that infernal human god. You cry my name, alone, my Ashen one. We worship the fates and speak for them. Worship me.”
“Tell me how to pray, so that you might answer me. Because I crave your mouth in unholy places and I demand your body atop mine, your manhood buried deep in me.” Asha’s choked words went right to Rath’s head.
Rath unfurled his tongue, letting the dragon have him just a little more, the pointed length of his tongue thickening and curling to wrap about Asha’s pulsing length. In the space between one gasp and the next, Rath took Asha to root and bobbed his head, giving him what he’d prayed for.
“Rath! Rath…” Asha pulled his fist to his mouth, biting down over his knuckle to stifle his whimpers of pleasure that choked out into a breathy cry.
