by AJ Sherwood
Cameron nodded, but still walked farther into the room. “Yeah, I got that when you stormed off, practically vibrating with anger. I thought you might want to talk about it.”
“Talk? What the hell is there to talk about?” Alric made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and paced away from Cameron. “The Jaeggi are back, they are well aware of the Burkhard clan, and they are trying to kidnap you.” He still wanted to throw something, but not while Cameron’s eyes were on him. Even as he wanted to scream in frustration, he was trying to pack all his ugly emotions deep inside of him where no one could see them. It would be better if Cameron just left him alone.
“I thought we could talk about how I’m safe here in the castle. Or the fact the presence of the Jaeggi isn’t your fault. Or anything else that might be driving you to smash things.”
Alric shook his head. “I don’t want to talk. I…I just need time and space to think.”
“Uh-huh,” Cameron muttered. His tone made it perfectly clear he didn’t believe a damn word Alric was saying.
Alric swung back around, searching for some way to get Cameron to leave that wouldn’t result in him hurting his feelings. Before he could find any words that would sway the mage, he was knocked speechless by Cameron grabbing the bottom of his T-shirt and pulling it up over his head. He stood shocked at the sudden vision of beautiful smooth skin pulled over taut muscles with only the smallest sprinkling of hair below his belly button. With the chaos happening around them with the Jaeggi, the arrival of Cameron’s family, and other duties, they’d been able to spend only the one night together. Not nearly enough time for Alric to explore all of Cameron’s perfection.
“What?” he choked out.
Cameron smirked, toeing out of his shoes. “If you don’t want to talk, then we’re going to fuck.”
“What?” Alric repeated, because at this point, the blood had clearly stopped flowing to the speech center of his brain. He didn’t have any other words.
“We’re going to fuck the angry out of you,” Cameron said a little more slowly. The smirk turned into a wicked grin as he made quick work of his belt and jeans, shoving them down to the floor.
Alric clenched his teeth, barely resisting the urge to adjust himself in his pants as his dick awoke and started pressing against the front. Oh yes, it wanted to come out and play with Cameron very much, but this was not the time. “This isn’t a game, Cameron. You need to leave.”
“Nope, not leaving.” He pulled off his socks and tossed them onto the floor with the rest of his clothes and strolled across the room wearing only a pair of black cotton boxer briefs that accentuated his olive skin and his hardening cock. “And I know this isn’t a game.” He paused, his eyes widening for a second. “But we can make it one if you want.”
“Cam—” he started in warning, but the mage was already shaking his head, closing the distance between them.
“You need this. You’re angry, hurting, frustrated, and probably even scared. You think I can’t tell when you’re hurting? We haven’t known each other long, but I look at you and it’s like I know what you’re feeling, I know what you need.” Cameron reached out with one hand to place it against Alric’s cheek, but Alric’s right hand shot up in a flash, capturing his wrist in a tight, unyielding grip.
“And I’m still a dragon. Strong and dangerous. Even broken, I’m still strong enough to snap you in half. You need to leave.”
Cameron didn’t try to pull his arm free as he took another step closer. He leaned his head forward so that their noses nearly touched, and his breath brushed over Alric’s tightly pressed lips. When he spoke, his voice trembled, barely more than a whisper. “You are the strongest creature I have ever met. And I know you would never hurt me.”
Just the thought of anyone touching Cameron, bruising his perfect skin, wiping away his wonderful smile, sent a fresh shaft of pain through him to mix with his anger. No one could be allowed to hurt his Cameron. Not even the king of the Fire Clan dragons.
He sucked in a breath to speak, his lips parting, and Cameron dove forward. Their mouths crashed together in a violent, hungry kiss. Tongues dueled, teeth clashed, and someone moaned. Alric wasn’t sure who and didn’t care. The kiss went on and on, demanding and hungry. They couldn’t get close enough. He wanted to memorize Cameron’s taste, the delicious sounds he made, the way his fingers twisted almost painfully in Alric’s hair, holding him prisoner as if he expected Alric to push him away.
Wrapping his arms around Cameron, he pulled them tightly together. Their hard dicks rubbed against each other through too much fabric, and Alric’s brain officially tapped out. He hadn’t been using it when he was pissed, and he certainly wasn’t going to use it now that he had Cameron hot and demanding in his arms.
His hands slid down to cup Cameron’s ass, kneading the wonderfully taut muscles while wringing more sounds out of his lover. Cameron broke off the kiss and moaned as he thrust against Alric, trying to get that much more friction. Cameron focused nearly black eyes on him, his face flushed and lips swollen with their frantic kisses.
“Want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard enough that I feel you for days,” Cameron panted.
“Make your ass mine,” Alric growled back. “Fine. Get on your knees and get me ready.”
Cameron’s entire body shivered, and he licked his lips, pupils blown so wide the iris was just a thin brown rim. Releasing his tight hold on Alric’s hair, Cameron dropped to his knees and attacked Alric’s pants like a man possessed. It took only seconds for everything to be shoved down to his ankles. Cameron hesitated, staring at Alric’s rock hard dick, but the second was enough time for guilt. He took a breath to tell Cameron he didn’t have to, but then Cameron wrapped his fingers around the base of his dick and looked up at Alric with a wide, dirty grin that left no doubt he was exactly where he wanted to be.
This…oh god…this was a horrible mistake. Cameron’s mouth closed over the head and that talented tongue ran slowly over it, caressing him before moving lower. Nothing had ever felt so good. He could feel himself growing hard, need throbbing through him, but he didn’t want to come like this. He wanted to be buried deep in Cameron’s ass while the mage screamed his name in exquisite pleasure. But this…he never wanted this to end. Cameron hummed, making more of his needy noises that massaged his dick with little vibrations. It was all he could do to not thrust into that perfect mouth.
One hand gripped Alric’s thigh, massaging muscles, before slipping between his legs to gently fondle his balls. Gritting his teeth, Alric swore softly, fighting to get control of his building orgasm.
Cameron slowly lifted his mouth from Alric’s dick and tilted his head up to stare at Alric, a smug smile on those damp, plush lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that. What did you say?” Cameron taunted.
“I said go get the cream out of my nightstand,” Alric bit out. He pulled at his shirt and tie, tugging them off, not caring at the sound of seams ripping. He needed to be naked and inside of Cameron as quickly as possible.
With an adorable squeak, Cameron shoved to his feet and hurried across the room. Alric followed on his heels, kicking out of his pants and underwear. He paused only long enough to peel out of his socks. Naked at last. Only with Cameron did naked mean freedom and pleasure. No more hiding. No more shame. Cameron was quick to shed his boxers, following his example, and kicked them off randomly to the side.
Cameron grabbed the jar of cream and shut the drawer. He started to climb into the bed, but Alric grabbed his hip, stopping him as a new idea filled his mind. Cameron twisted around to check on him. “What’s wrong?”
Alric grinned. “Nothing. New idea. Lie down on the bed, feet on the floor.”
Cameron returned his grin, lying down on his stomach while stretching his arms over his head, sliding his hands over the extremely soft duvet. With the jar of cream at Cameron’s hip, Alric stood over him for several seconds, just admiring the trusting man laid out before him. He was perfection. A body that begged t
o be touched, kissed, worshipped from head to toe. He wanted to find every scar, every tiny imperfection and claim them.
He didn’t know if Cameron Park was his mate. He wanted it to be true. Wanted it with every fiber of his being, but he didn’t know if his emotions were getting in the way of logic any longer. He didn’t trust his reason when it came to Cameron.
In the end, he didn’t care if this was the last time he was going to be able to enjoy Cameron like this, but he prayed that they had centuries still ahead of them. He wanted to share everything with him. Joy, sorrow, discovery, heartbreak, laughter, and hope.
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.
The only problem was that he was racing there as well, and it was too late to stop it. He never wanted it to end, never wanted to leave Cameron’s body, but he was too close.
“Alric! Oh god, Alric. So close. Gonna—”
“Don’t! Don’t you dare! Not until I say,” Alric snapped.
Cameron whined, and Alric smacked him on the ass. “I mean it, Cameron. Don’t.”
Cameron whimpered. “Hurry.”
Picking up his pace, Alric fucked into him harder, tagging Cameron’s prostate so that the man under him practically sobbed with pleasure. The orgasm slammed into Alric hard. Lightning sizzled through nerve endings, and he cried out Cameron’s name as he filled his channel. The edges of his vision went dark, and his damn knees threatened to give out. Dear god, he’d never come so hard in his life. He wanted nothing more than to flop onto Cameron and cuddle the man as he drifted into sleep, but first he had to take care of his lover.
Carefully, he pulled out, wringing a cry of denial from Cameron. Working quickly, he flipped Cameron’s sweat-covered body onto his back and shoved him farther across the mattress so Alric had room to climb into the bed. Cameron lifted his head and started to speak, but the words were strangled in his throat when Alric swallowed his leaking cock down his throat.
A loud shout echoed through the room, and Cameron’s fingers twisted in Alric’s thick hair, holding him prisoner. He sucked hard on his dick, lapping up the precum and swirling his tongue around the head before stroking down the shaft. Cameron trembled underneath him. Alric bobbed on his dick hard and fast, sucking him.
“Alric!” Cameron shouted. “I—”
He could feel Cameron swelling on his tongue and Alric hummed his approval. He wanted this, needed to taste him. Cameron shouted again as his orgasm broke free. Alric happily swallowed him down, loving every sound and shiver. With it came a feeling of peace he’d not felt since he’d last held Cameron. The anger was gone, though the fear and worry still lingered.
With a final whimper from Cameron, Alric let his dick slip from his lips. He lifted up to find Cameron’s face slack, his glasses knocked askew, and his sweaty hair sticking up in every direction. He was beautiful.
Alric crawled up the bed to lay on his right side beside Cameron. The mage turned his head to face Alric, his large eyes blinking so slowly. Alric plucked the glasses off his face and stretched to place them on the closest nightstand before pulling Cameron in close. He loved that Cameron was a cuddler, loved feeling every inch of him stretched out along Alric’s body. Nothing should be between them.
“How do you feel?” Alric asked. He leaned down
and brushed his lips across Cameron’s damp forehead.
“Wow…” Cameron exhaled and Alric chuckle. “No, really. It’s like everything is tingling. Every nerve ending.” He stopped and sighed softly. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“Good,” Alric whispered. He nuzzled his face into Cameron’s neck and closed his eyes. For a moment, he could actually sympathize with Kaiser Jaeggi. Was this what it had been like when he’d fallen for the dragon who didn’t belong to him? He couldn’t ever imagine letting Cameron go, watching him walk into the arms of another. He’d sooner tear open his own chest and rip out his heart than release Cameron.
“Hey,” Cameron said, and Alric lifted his head to meet his gaze. He was looking a little less blissed out and a little too focused. “How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful,” Alric said, which was true but not the entire truth. He forced a small smile on his lips that he didn’t quite feel, and Cameron’s eyes turned sad.
Reaching up, Cameron placed his hand to Alric’s cheek, his thumb stroking along the new growth of whiskers lining his jaw. “I guess I should be grateful you are such a horrible liar.”
“Cameron,” he started, but the mage’s thumb left his jaw to press to his lips.
“I’m fine, Alric. Safe. You and the rest of the clan will keep me safe. Nothing is going to happen to me. The Jaeggi are not going to touch me.” There was a fierceness to Cameron’s words. He believed what he was saying. He trusted Alric completely.
Closing his eyes, Alric rubbed his cheek against Cameron’s hand and kissed his thumb. “I will always worry about your safety.”
“Silly dragon.” Alric’s eyes flicked open to see the lightness and laughter return to Cameron’s. “You know you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”
He didn’t want to ever be rid of Cameron Park, but he didn’t want to say more and put pressure on Cameron. He didn’t want him thinking about mates or anything that might tear Cameron from his arms. It was just better to keep things light between them.
“Does that mean you’ll stay with me tonight?”