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)
“But if it was you?” Cameron hummed, and this time the sound was of pure pleasure. “I think that would be amazing. You’ve got amazing hands.”
Just the mention of hands had Alric instinctively pulling his left hand toward his lap. There was no hiding it or his scars from Cameron when his upper half was naked like this. He would love to massage Cameron, to rub away all his tension and worries, but there was so little strength in his left hand. Cameron deserved—
“No,” Cameron said sharply. “I can practically hear the evil thoughts in your head.” Cameron slid back around to face him and snagged Alric’s left hand in his. The mage’s gaze was hard and fierce, holding Alric’s eyes captive while he lifted Alric’s scarred hand to his lips and brushed the lightest kiss across his knuckles. “A massage from you would be perfect. I know it.”
Alric couldn’t look away from Cameron’s brown eyes as the mage squatted to dip his free hand into the oil. He spread it across Alric’s left hand and worked it up his arm, fingers digging deep to knead injured and worn muscles. There was no stopping the moan of intense relief that broke from Alric’s lips, and Cameron smiled.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Cameron purred.
That wicked smile had Alric’s dragon perking its head up. He rumbled in his chest, and one word repeated with a fiery urgency. Mine.
His dragon wanted Cameron. Wanted to claim him, drag him off to his secret hoard, and hide him away from the world.
Well, his dragon needed to get used to disappointment. Just because he wanted Cameron didn’t mean he got to keep him. If they weren’t mates, then there was no changing it. He’d have to give Cameron up.
“Would you give me a massage if I was injured?” Cameron asked.
Alric’s head snapped up, and he blinked. At least a little blood was left in his brain. “Of course. Anything you need.”
Cameron sighed extravagantly and stood up. “Thank god. You see, I bumped into my doorframe this morning when I was heading to see Lisette.” He bent his forearm, holding it up so Alric could see it. “I know you can’t see a bruise, but I swear it’s coming.” His skin looked pristine and flawless to Alric, but if Cameron said he was injured then Alric would do anything to help him feel better.
A smirk lifted one corner of his mouth, and he dragged his eyes up to Cameron’s face. “You bruised your arm?”
The mage nodded, his smile so very dirty. “Yes, and I need a massage. The bruise must have pinched something because I kind of ache everywhere.”
“Mmm...so not just your arm?”
Cameron shook his head. “Everywhere,” he repeated in a low, husky voice that did things to Alric’s cock.
A loud knock on the chamber door had Cameron guiltily jumping backward and Alric shoving to his feet.
“What?” Alric snarled.
The door opened, and Dieter stepped over the threshold. “Forgive the intrusion, Hoheit, but I’ve received a message from King Rodrigo of the Ice Clan.”
Cameron sighed beside him. “Duty calls.” Alric looked at his lovely smile. “It’s tough being king.” He winked and strolled out of the room, calling over his shoulder, “Don’t worry. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
Alric flopped down onto his stool. Oh god. How the hell was he supposed to keep his hands to himself if Cameron took it upon himself to massage Alric with the oil every morning?
Dieter cleared his throat, reminding Alric that he was still waiting for an answer.
“Ten minutes, Dieter. I’ll meet you in my office in ten minutes,” Alric said as evenly as he could manage.
“Very good, Hoheit.”
The second the door closed behind Dieter, Alric was back on his feet, marching straight into his private bathroom. As he crossed into the luxurious room, he had his pants torn open and his straining cock in his right fist. There was no getting rid of this on its own.
Sitting on the edge of the counter, Alric groaned as he stroked himself. It didn’t take much. His mind was a blur of images. His own fantasies. Cameron on his knees in front of him. Cameron’s hand wrapped around him while he leaned in and whispered dirty desires in his ears. Cameron stretched out on his bed, arms reaching for him, begging for Alric to take him.
Just a few strokes, and his orgasm barreled through him. Nerve-endings tingled and he gasped, coming so fucking hard blackness crept into the edges of his vision.
For a moment, he sat gasping on the edge of the sink, his left hand gripping the counter, trying to steady him.
And Cameron was supposed to massage the oil on him each morning?
He was so fucked.
“Cam!”
Cameron turned at the hail. He had been crossing the courtyard but paused, waving back as Ravi jogged to him. “Hey.”