Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Anger still simmered beneath the surface, but seeing Cameron’s trusting perfection laid out in front of him, there was also a deeper sense of peace.
Reaching out, Alric lightly placed his right hand against Cameron’s shoulder and slowly ran his fingertips down along his spine. Cameron shifted and moaned at his touch, his ass lifting into the air like a cat seeking affection.
“Do you have any idea of how amazing you are?” Alric asked, his voice thick and rough.
Cameron turned his head to look over his shoulder at Alric, one corner of his mouth tilted up. “Almost like I’m magical.”
Alric shook his head. “It has nothing to do with magic. I fell into your eyes on the first day we met, and I have never tried to swim free. I’ve gotten lost in your warmth, compassion, sparkling radiance, and wonderful mind. You’ve reminded me that I’m more than my scars and my crown. You’ve reminded me that I’m a man who wants and needs and feels.”
Cameron hummed as he closed his eyes, a look of pure joy filling his face. “And what do you need right now?”
“You,” Alric growled. His voice came out low, barely more than a deep rumble, and Cameron shivered.
Alric dug his fingers into Cameron’s ass, kneading the muscles there before parting them to reveal his dusky pucker. But first, he was going to make a meal of his man. He was going to show him exactly how needed and desired he was.
Kicking Cameron’s feet apart, Alric knelt between them, cupping both ass cheeks in his hands. He licked across his hole and Cameron swore softly, bringing an evil grin to Alric’s lips before he dove in. He licked, sucked, and nibbled. The tight muscles loosened under his persistent ministrations, and he thrust his tongue inside. All while Cameron howled, cursed, and begged. Half of what came out of his mouth wasn’t even English. It was a strange mish-mosh of English, Korean, and broken German—all either begging Alric to stop and threatening him if he did.
The dragon chuckled, turning this mouth to nibble on one cheek.
“Alric,” Cameron loudly panted, “this is not what I had in mind…when I suggested dealing with your anger.”
Pushing to his feet, Alric picked up the jar, coating his hand in the thick cream. He stroked his cock briefly and then grabbed more for his fingers. “That’s right. You said we were going to fuck the angry out of me.” As he spoke, he pushed two fingers inside of Cameron, earning a loud moan. The muscles were loosened, but Alric wanted to make sure he was thoroughly stretched. He wanted Cameron balanced on that edge.
The mage twisted his fingers in the duvet and lifted his hips, pushing back on Alric’s fingers.
“Is this what you needed?”
“No!” Cameron howled.
“What do you want, Cameron?”
“You! Please, Alric, I just want you.”
Alric had planned to torture him some more, but his own dick was making demands, and he wasn’t going to last much longer. He needed to be buried deep inside of Cameron, to feel his body wrapped around Alric’s. To get lost in his heat.
Withdrawing his fingers, he gripped the base of his dick with his left hand and guided himself to Cameron’s hole. His right hand tightly held Cameron’s hip. He didn’t trust him not to thrust backward, impaling himself. Alric was remaining in control this time.
Hissing at the velvety tightness, Alric pushed inside, stopping after the head had breached that first ring of muscles.
“More. Please. More, Alric,” Cameron begged.
“You’ll have all of me, I promise.”
Cameron rose up to glare at Alric over his shoulder. “I want everything,” he growled and Alric’s heart skipped. He could see it in Cameron’s hot gaze. He wasn’t talking about Alric’s dick. He wanted everything that made Alric who he was. Cameron wanted to possess him heart and soul. And Alric was so tempted to just hand everything he was over to this man.
Gritting his teeth, Alric pulled back slightly and then pushed deep, filling Cameron completely in one smooth, long stroke. They both gasped for air like divers suddenly breaking above the surface. Alric held perfectly still, trying to block out Cameron’s words from his mind and focus only on holding his orgasm at bay. He felt amazing. The tightness, muscles massaging him, trying to pull him in deeper.
“Are you okay?” Alric asked as the need to come receded slightly.
“Yes, but you gotta move.”
Alric pulled back and thrust forward hard, earning a rough groan from Cameron followed by begging for more. Alric pounded into his welcoming body, and Cameron just kept crying out for more, harder. The sound of broken pants and slapping skin filled the room. The noises coming from Cameron were a sweet symphony of fractured words and needy sounds that wrapped around Alric’s wounded heart. He drove Cameron closer to the edge.