Stealing My Heart

by Stephani Hecht, Jambrea Jo Jones, A. J. Llewellyn, Carol Lynne, D. J. Manly, Jaime Samms, Serena Yates

  “Don’t worry.” Duncan gifted his with a lazy smile. “I already contacted them.” He pointed a finger to his head. “All dragon shifters share a mental link.”

  “I guess that would come in handy. Probably a lot cheaper than cell phones too.” Trent swallowed, realised that he was coming off as an idiot. Duncan didn’t seem to mind though, he leant forward and gave him a brief kiss.

  “So we have plenty of time to finally get to know one another. That is if you haven’t changed your mind.” Duncan gave a pointed glance to Trent’s hand, which was still holding the dragon’s wrist in a tight grip.

  “There is no way in hell I’m going to change my mind.” Trent let go and leant back against the couch, getting in a position where he could both be comfortable and still watch the action.

  Duncan reached down and wrapped his fingers around Trent’s erection. “You’re so sexy right now,” the dragon observed in a husky whisper. “Your cheeks all flushed and your eyes begging me to fuck you. I used to dream of you gazing down at me that way. It got so bad that I had to jack off in the shower on a daily basis, just so I didn’t walk around hard all the time.”

  “Oh god,” Trent moaned. His cock throbbed, clamoring for more attention and he dug his fingers into the cushion on the couch to stop from thrusting his hips up.

  Duncan licked a slow lazy path along the tip of Trent’s cock, but did no more. “Tell me you want this as much as I do,” he demanded.

  “You know I do,” Trent gasped when the dragon flicked his tongue across him again.

  “I need to hear you say it. All of it.” Duncan grabbed Trent’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

  “I want this as much as you do,” Trent panted. At this point he’d do anything to get inside Duncan’s mouth. Even yell out something he never dared admit before. “It’s always been you I’ve wanted. I’ve tried to be with other men but I can’t because the only one I want to fuck is you.”

  That seemed to be enough to please Duncan because he wrapped his lips around Trent’s cock and took him in. Pleasure shot up Trent’s spine as he arched his hips forward, wanting to get every single inch inside the dragon’s hot mouth. The man put a strong hand on his leg to stop him from moving. Pulling back, Duncan gave him a hard, sensual glare that seemed to make his eyes glow in the darkness of the room.

  “Oh no you don’t,” Duncan admonished. “This is my show. You just lie back and take it.”

  “Okay. Sorry.” Trent bit his bottom lip. Never had he been so aroused before. The harsh dominance Duncan displayed was exactly what he’d always hoped he’d get from the man.

  “I mean it. You’re not even allowed to come unless I give you permission.”

  “Fuck,” Trent breathed, almost blowing it and shooting off right then.

  “That will come later,” Duncan teased, a dark gleam covering over his face. Dipping his head, he took Trent’s erection back in his mouth.

  Still clutching at the cushions, Trent watched the action through his half-closed eyes. It was so erotic, watching his wet cock slide in and out of Duncan’s lips. The dragon would alternate, sucking him hard before pulling back to run his tongue along the length of his shaft. It seemed like it went on for hours, Duncan continuing with his sweet torture, Trent fighting every inch of himself for control.

  Finally it became too much and he started to beg, “Please, Duncan. I need to come.”

  That only made Duncan suck him harder, drawing in so deep, his cheeks hollowed out. It wasn’t until he had been driven nearly mad that the dragon’s strong voice floated through Trent’s head, “Now! I want to savour the sweet tang of your cum as it covers my tongue and slides down my throat.”

  Trent paused a second, shocked that the bond between the two of them was so strong they were actually sharing thoughts. Then Duncan sucked hard one last time and that threw Trent over the edge. With a loud groan, he released himself inside the dragon’s mouth. Even though he was in the throes of the hardest orgasm of his life, he still couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of Duncan’s mouth working as he swallowed. It wasn’t until every last drop was gone, that he let Trent’s cock slide out from his lips.

  Running his tongue over his full lips, Duncan stood up and held his hand out. “Come on, let’s go finish this in your bed.”

  Trent didn’t even hesitate for a moment before he reached up and laced his fingers with Duncan’s.

  Chapter Three

  As Trent led the way back to his bedroom, he couldn’t calm the hammering beat of his heart. While he wanted this more than anything, a part of him was afraid too. Not that he thought Duncan would hurt him with his massive cock, but that things would never be the same for either one of them again.

  A lifetime of living under his father’s iron will made it so easy for him to doubt himself. What if he couldn’t live up to Duncan’s expectations? What if he was a big disappointment? What if he wasn’t good enough?

  They had reached the edge of the bed and Trent paused, afraid to turn around. Duncan tugged on his hand and pulled him closer. Cupping his chin, he forced Trent to gaze into his eyes. “You will never disappoint me. Not when everything about you is already perfect,” the dragon vowed, solemnly.

  “You were still in my mind?” Trent asked, a deep burning sensation coming to his cheeks.

  “I can’t help it. It’s like I’m locked into you and can’t get out.” He fanned his thumb along Trent’s bottom lip before adding, “I don’t think I want out either.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” Trent said before he grabbed the front of Duncan’s coat and brought him in for a passionate kiss.

  The dragon growled low in approval, the noise making a soft rumbling sensation against their lips. It still wasn’t enough for him though. Trent wanted to feel Duncan’s flesh against him. He yearned to caress, lick and learn every inch of that hard muscular body.

  Since he still had his hands fisted in the opening of Duncan’s coat, Trent started there. Never breaking off the kiss he slid it from the dragon and tossed it to the side. As soon as the coat hit the floor, Duncan went into a sexual fury, tearing at Trent’s clothes. The mood proved contagious and soon they were both pulling and tugging at each other until they were both blessedly naked.

  Duncan ran his hand down Trent’s chest, leaving behind a heated path.

  “I’ve waited so long for this moment,” he said as his gaze drank in the length of Trent’s body almost as if he was worshiping it.

  “I have too. I still can’t believe it’s happening.” Trent closed his eyes, savouring the dragon’s touch.

  “Hey,” Duncan chuckled, suddenly looking younger. “I just got done giving you the blowjob of your life and you still don’t think this is going down?”

  “Sorry.” Trent felt a flush come to his face. How many times was he going to blush today? “I’m just not used to getting what I want in life.”

  “Like you said, I’m not going anywhere,” Duncan’s voice rumbled in Trent’s head.

  This times they connected minds, it didn’t seem odd to Trent anymore. Instead it felt like a gentle slide. Almost as if he’d been missing this all his life and everything was finally clicking into place.

  Duncan lowered Trent to the bed and stretched out on top of him. Getting up on his elbows so they could gaze into each other’s eyes, the dragon declared, “I don’t know what will happen to us tomorrow and I can’t make any promises. Even though I want more than anything for this to last forever, all I can guarantee is that we have now.”

  “It’s already more than I’d ever hoped for,” Trent replied as he reached up to caress the man’s cheek.

  Duncan groaned in approval as he swept down and started to kiss Trent, first the lips, then his face, down to his neck, until he travelled even lower. Soon he was back at his cock. This time he only lingered a moment before spreading Trent’s legs over his shoulders, opening him up so he was more exposed.

  At first Trent tensed. He’d never felt so op
en and vulnerable, then Duncan lowered his head and started to use his mouth on him and all worries quickly fled his mind. Trent arched his back, crying out in pleasure when he felt the wicked sensation of the dragon’s tongue circling his hole. He made slow paths over the sensitive opening, his heated touch awaking nerve endings Trent never knew he possessed. Then Duncan plunged his tongue inside, slowly fucking him. Trent clawed at the sheets as he arched up, a strangled gasp bursting past his lips.

  “The sounds you’re making are better than any aphrodisiac,” Duncan’s told him via their new mental bond.

  Before Trent could respond, Duncan slid a finger up his ass. Trent arched up again, crying out against the wonderful burning sensation of his body stretching to accommodate the intrusion. Duncan didn’t waste time, adding another finger, scissoring them so Trent would be ready to take the width of his cock.

  “Please Duncan, fuck me now. I can’t wait any longer.” Trent shook all over from need.

  “Well, aren’t you the eager one,” Duncan teased, but he did slide his body up so his cock was poised at the entrance of Trent’s ass. Moving his hips forward, he slowly slid in, his face a beautiful mask of passion as he closed his eyes with a sigh. Trent let out a choked sob as his walls were stretched almost to the point of pain. Not that he had any complaints, it was an exquisite hurt that he never wanted to end.

  “Oh god, you feel so good,” Duncan moaned as he started to fuck Trent in slow even strokes.

  Trent wanted to answer him but he was too breathless from the wonderful sensation of Duncan’s large cock filling him. So instead he let his groans do the talking for him. He gazed up at Duncan, awed marvelling at his strong beauty. His hair was slick with sweat and the sharp lines on his face were even more pronounced, yet he’d never looked sexier. It dawned on Trent that Duncan was trying to go easy on him. A wave of frustration went through him. After waiting so long for this, the last thing Trent wanted was small measures. He wanted to experience every bit of Duncan and his passion.

  “Don’t hold back on me,” Trent gasped. “I want it all.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” Duncan bit out between clenched teeth.

  “Don’t worry, I can take all of you.”

  With a low growl Duncan started to move faster, harder, the sound of slapping flesh filling the room. Trent gripped the dragon’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the hard flesh as he silently urged him on. It felt like heaven, finally having the man he lusted after so long, over him. Trent ran his hands down Duncan’s back, loving the way the muscles clenched and flexed as he moved.

  Even though he’d gotten off not too long ago, his balls soon grew tight to his body as another orgasm built up. After a couple more hard thrusts from Duncan, Trent gave in, hot jets of semen splashing on both their stomachs as he came. He cried out Duncan’s name so loud, his voice grew hoarse. Through his sex haze, he could hear Duncan yell as he came too, his cock pulsating in Trent’s ass.

  After it was over Duncan collapsed on top of him. The man was heavy and his breath rasped in Trent’s ear and the cum was starting to dry and stick to their bodies He didn’t care though. All that mattered was he’d finally got to know how it was to be with the dragon.

  “I am so fucked and not in a good way,” Duncan declared in a slightly panicked voice.

  Trent tensed up wondering if this was the part where the man realised he’d just made a colossal mistake and now it was time to dump the sorcerer before things got even more complicated.

  “That’s okay,” he said, tensely. Inside his heart was breaking. “We never made any permanent promises to each other, remember?”

  “No, it’s not that, babe. I swear.” Duncan pulled away, retreating to the edge of the bed. Not looking at Trent, he ran hands through his hair as he took in several deep breaths.

  “Then what is it?” Trent sat up and wrapped the sheet around his waist. God, this was not how he wanted things to end. He’d been ready for a gentle parting. Even one of those fake I’ll call you in the morning promises. What he hadn’t been ready for was Duncan to act like the whole world was coming to an end because he’d slipped up and fucked a sorcerer.

  So caught up in his inner pity party, Trent almost missed the words that came next. The ones that forever changed his life.

  “I just realised I love you. I always have.” Duncan turned to look at him, his eyes bright with tears. “How am I ever going to be able to give you up when it’s time for me to go home?”

  * * * * *

  The early rays of sunlight were just beginning to shine through the windows when Duncan slipped out of the warm bed and the comfort of Trent’s arms. While he didn’t want the moment to end, he could sense two of his kind approaching the house and it was time to come back to reality.

  It sure did bite though.

  As soon as he’d connected minds with Trent last night he’d realised how complicated things really were. They had mentally bonded at an intimate level that he’d never experienced before, not even with his dragon brethren. As a kid, he’d heard tales about how destined mates shared a special connection, one that no one else could breach. A once in a lifetime gift that the gods bestowed on a couple who were destined for one another.

  He let out a short laugh. How ironic could things get? His mate was not only a sorcerer, but he was also the son of the very man who’d enslaved Duncan for all those years. It couldn’t be helped though, his love for Trent combined with their mental link left no doubt in his mind that it was real.

  Sliding on his jeans and shirt, he didn’t bother with socks as he went to the door. In between bouts of lovemaking last night, Trent had told him that he’d made it so the shield would stay in place if either one of them opened the door from the inside and welcomed someone in.

  Duncan could sense the two dragons were on the porch now, waiting to be let in. Since they knew he would already be aware of their presence, they didn’t bother to knock. As he reached for the handle, he noticed his hand shook with trepidation. It had been a decade since he’d talked to anyone from back home. Too ashamed of what was happening to him, he hadn’t even bothered with a call, email, or even a cheap postcard. For all he knew they could have written him off as a traitor and the pair could be here to execute him, not lend a helping hand.

  Still, he had no choice. That was the song of his life and he was getting damn sick of listening to it. Steeling himself for whatever reception he would get, he opened the door. When he saw the two dragons on the other side, he couldn’t hide his surprise.

  “Nicolas,” he breathed, feeling numb with shock. He’d never imagine one of his brothers would be part of the rescue mission.

  Nicolas hadn’t changed much in the past ten years. He had light brown hair that was collar length in the back, but still managed to fall into his face. While he had on the same type of faded blue jeans he’d always worn, he’d upgraded from rock tees to a long-sleeved button up shirt. The one thing that had changed was his eyes. Once bright blue and dancing with life, they were now dull and almost haunted looking. He just gazed at Duncan, his face cold and giving nothing away.

  “Someone has some ‘splaining to do,” the other dragon sang.

  Duncan smiled. He recognised that smartass tone anywhere. Mick.

  The youngest of the dragon shifters’ fighters serving under Brian, Mick had always been more mouth than brain and it looked like that hadn’t changed one bit. Even his appearance was a giant ‘fuck you’. From his jet black hair that he had styled into a faux hawk to the long row of earrings marching up the sides of his ears. He also had his lip and one of his eyebrows pierced. He wore baggy black pants and a T-shirt that had a dragon chomping on some poor knight.

  For all the punk attitude about him though, Duncan knew it was all an act. He caught the way Mick’s intense green-eyed gaze swept inside the house, looking for potential danger. Nor was it lost on him that the young dragon’s hand was at his side, right by the holster that held his gun.

  “
Relax, it’s all clear,” Duncan told them.

  “I’m sorry brother,” Nicolas sneered, adding extra venom to the word brother, “but we’re not about to take your word for that. We could smell a sorcerer in here.”

  “Trent is on my side. You have nothing to fear here, I swear it to you.” Duncan stood aside and gestured with his arm. “Why don’t you come in and check for yourselves.”

  Nicolas ignored the invite where Mick waltzed right in, his mouth already working again. “You’ll have to excuse Nic’s bad attitude. He’s still a little miffed about you dropping off the face of the earth. Funny thing about family is they tend to be clingy like that. Which is why I’m so glad I don’t have any.”

  “You call me Nic again and you won’t have to worry about my attitude,” Nicolas snarled, but Mick didn’t seemed fazed by it. He just kept yammering away.

  “So where have you been all this time? Brian and Nicolas looked for you for years before they finally gave up. Most of us thought you were dead, but not your brothers. They kept saying they sensed you.” Mick made air quotes in the air while he said the last part.

  Nicolas finally stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Both he and Mick jumped when they sensed the magical shield locking back into place. Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, Nicolas fixed Duncan with a hard glare.

  “You want to tell me exactly what in the fuck is going on?” he snapped. “And you better not leave out one detail.”

  Duncan paused, not knowing where to start. Under Nicolas’ penetrating stare he squirmed a bit, suddenly reminded that he was the baby brother in the family and up until he left, he’d always answered to his brothers. Always did what they said. Always came to them for help.

  That was before that one major fuck-up that changed his whole reality.