“I wish I could take a picture of you like this.”
Mac’s hearty chuckles filled the room. “Behave yourself, sweetheart. Now, take those slick fingers of yours and start getting the lay of the land down there.”
Reaching out, Idris obeyed and slowly slid them around the skin of Mac’s hole. It felt the same way his own did when he fooled around back there. He glanced up to find a small smile on Mac’s face. It filled Idris with confidence that he at least wasn’t making him sad or disappointed. He continued to rub around the outside of Mac’s starburst, and his dick jerked. He wanted to be inside him so bad.
“Okay, now slide two inside me.”
“I always start with one.”
“I’m older and have been using mine down there for a long time. You can go ahead and start with two.”
“I think if I’m the one topping, I should get to decide if I want to start with one or two.”
Mac’s breath whooshed out on a laugh. “Fine, tormenter. Start with one.”
“I like it better when you call me sweetheart,” Idris grumbled. He wiggled his shoulders as he tried to relieve his tension and studied Mac’s face for any sign of discomfort as he pushed one finger slowly inside him.
Mac’s back arched a little. “Feels good, stretch me out.”
Idris pumped that digit in and out of Mac while he marveled over the heat of him. He didn’t remember that about using them inside himself, but he was usually jerking his cock at the same time, and it was hard to separate all the different sensations when his every nerve ending was straining to come.
“You done playing down there and want to stick in another one?”
“I should’ve expected you to be bossy about this,” Idris complained as he slowly pulled out, then carefully worked two digits inside Mac’s hole.
“Yes, you should have,” Mac agreed. His words came out on a moan. “Do you know how to find my prostate?”
With a grin, Idris crooked his fingers as he slowly slid them out. “Like that?”
“I’ll give you anything you want if you continue touching me there.”
Idris’s smile grew broader at the breathless sound of Mac’s voice. Mac’s dick leaked out onto his belly as Idris used every opportunity to hit that tight bundle of nerves his mate wanted him to stroke.
“You can put three in anytime, tormenter.”
“Are you sure?”
Mac lifted his head from the pillow with an aggrieved expression. “If you don’t get this show on the road, I’m going to come before you get your dick anywhere near my hole.”
“Fine,” Idris replied as Mac lay back down. He pulled his hand away and painstakingly slid three fingers into Mac’s now somewhat stretched pucker.
“I had no idea you were so evil. I’m dying here.”
Idris ignored the edgy dragon and went back to work. He bounced a little on his thighs as he tried to calm himself. His cock was lying straight up against his stomach, but he was doing his best to keep his hormones in check.
“Idris, come on. I want to get fucked. Get your dick slicked up and get in me already.”
“Wait a minute. I’m making sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready. I am ready. Let’s go.” Mac’s body undulated on the mattress, and Idris hoped he was doing the right thing by believing him. He reluctantly pulled his fingers out and grabbed the lube. Idris put a little in his palm, then ran his hand over his sex. His eyes closed as the pleasure flowed through him.
“Stop playing with your dick and get inside me.”
Idris let go of himself. “I don’t know why you’re so cranky.”
The muscles in Mac’s thighs bulged slightly as he lifted his hips higher off the mattress. “Grab the base of your cock and hold it snug as you push the head inside,” he ordered. His words came out in a rush.
Bowing once again to Mac’s expertise, Idris fisted the base of his sex and shuffled forward on his knees until his legs were pressed against Mac. With his eyes alternating between Mac’s face and his pink pucker, Idris lined himself up. The millions of nerve endings in the sensitive skin of his dick registered the feel of Mac’s opening. As he slowly slid into the welcoming body beneath him, Idris was overwhelmed by the heat and the tightness around him.
“So good. Keep going. You’re doing perfect. Just like that,” Mac coaxed as his hole swallowed Idris up. The head of his shaft popped through the first barrier, and Idris heaved a sigh of relief. He grew a bit bolder as he pushed the rest of the way inside. He released the hold he had on himself and placed his palms on Mac’s hips once he was buried deep.
“Let me know when it’s okay to move,” Idris bit out. Now that he had gotten past the part that had filled him with so many nerves, his body was only concerned with completion.
“Go. Go, sweetheart. Fuck me.”
Idris took him at his word and rocked in and out. He hoped Mac was close, because there was no doubt that he was. His entire being was screaming with his desire to empty into his mate. A litany of nonsensical words fell from his lips as he barreled toward release. He wanted to make sure Mac was enjoying himself too, so he was delighted when the dragon shifter grabbed his own cock and started jerking it.
Idris licked his lips and tried to focus on Mac as he fucked him. “Am I hitting the right spot?”
“Almost. Tilt a little…yeah. Yes. Right there. Oh fuck, yeah. Idris, right there.”
His words ended on a yell, and it was music to Idris’s ears. He couldn’t watch Mac working his hand over his dick or see his own pumping in and out of his mate, so he closed them. It turned out to be a mistake. With one sense shut off, the others grew more intense. All he could feel was Mac’s body milking his seed from him. A loud roar ripped from his throat as fire raced down his spine. His orgasm tore through him and for the first time, he came deep inside Mac.
It gave him immense satisfaction when Mac shouted his name and he was able to pry his lids open just in time to glimpse his hips jerk upward. Thick ropes of white come painted Mac’s rippled belly and Idris marveled that it was him who’d brought the dragon shifter to this. He was able to bring him pleasure while he fucked him. There was no way he could hide the smile which came all the way from his soul.
“I made you come.”
Satisfaction was written all over Mac’s face when his dark eyes met Idris’s. “Damn right you did. Now get down here and give me a kiss.”
Idris managed to let go of the death grip he had on Mac’s hips and put his hands down on the mattress at his sides. Mac lifted himself up onto his elbows and met him halfway. Their kiss was lazy. “Thanks, Mac.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you. You did an amazing job. I hope you enjoyed it, because we’re definitely going to do this again.”
“It was better than I thought it’d be. You’re very tight and hot inside.”
Mac grabbed a fistful of Idris’s sweaty curls and leaned their foreheads together after another soft kiss. “I hope you’re serious about wanting to bottom someday. I’d like to feel how hot and tight you are inside.”
“You yelled really loud when you came. I definitely want to bottom.”
“Good, now let’s get cleaned up before your dragon comes out here to investigate.”
Idris crinkled his nose. “Gross.”
“Exactly.”
Straightening his body and lifting his palms, Idris slowly slipped out of Mac. Before he could grab anything to wipe up their mess, Mac swiped some of the come off his belly and offered it to him. Idris didn’t hesitate to lick it from his wet fingers.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” Mac said.
Idris sampled more of Mac’s taste. “You too.”
Chapter 23
It was taking a great deal of time to move Mac’s belongings into the room Idris picked out five years before. While Mac wished he could blame that on the amount of stuff he owned, the reality was neither he nor Idris could keep their hands off each other. If Mac wasn’t grabbing him for a kiss;
then it was Idris giving him a world-class hug. Mac thought it was the perfect way to celebrate the night they spent together.
Vadimas’s restaurant recommendation had worked out flawlessly. The food was incredible and the company even better. In the low light, Idris’s stunning eyes were filled first with happiness, then annoyance. Mac cherished knowing Idris had the same depth of emotion he did. Idris wasn’t happy when he refused to schedule their mating ceremony, but Mac managed to remain steadfast.
There were only two wizards in the Council working their way toward High Arcanist, and he would be damned if he’d allow Idris to be distracted by anything while he finished such an important journey. A few weeks would only give their love more time to flourish, and Mac had no issue waiting for Idris. Nothing would change his heart, and they’d be together soon enough. It was a subject he had no plans to bring up again until Idris was finished with his ascension.
Like all the bedrooms in the house, Idris’s was designed for a pair of mates. There were two closets, and there were now plenty of empty drawers in the two dressers. It made finding a home for all of Mac’s clothing easy. Mac hung up the rest of his dress slacks and ventured out to find Idris. The wizard was lying almost prone over their bed. His firm ass was high in the air and Mac lifted a brow at the tempting scene.
“If you want me to make love to you, you should probably lose the jeans,” he teased. Roger grumbled on Mac’s shoulder. He guessed the little guy didn’t appreciate the sexy talk, or perhaps he was complaining because he might be asked to give them privacy.
Much to Mac’s disappointment, Idris straightened up from the enticing position. “Larissa made us a new bedspread. I was just putting it on.”
Mac peered around him to see a gorgeous indigo velvet duvet trimmed in his black dragonskin. “It looks cool.”
“I’m glad she was finally able to make stuff with your dragonskin.”
“We make a pretty good pair.”
Idris walked over and pressed his head to Mac’s chest. His hands snaked around Mac’s waist as they hugged. “Yeah.”
“You give the best hugs.”
“Stick around. My mate says I’m good in bed too.”
Mac chuckled. “Shhhh, he might hear you and find out we’re together.”
Idris rose up and kissed him. Then he pulled away to finish tugging their bedcover into place. “Sorry to hurt your feelings, but I’d never cheat on him.”
“Finding out you have integrity only makes me want you more.”
Standing up to his full height, Idris narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Your Grace, if you can’t behave, I’m going to have to ask you to leave my bedroom.”
Mac lifted a brow, then copied his pose. “Arcanist, this is my room as well.”
Idris’s face was full of mock surprise. “Wouldn’t that make you my mate?”
“Don’t you recognize me?”
Shaking his head, Idris said, “Nope, sorry. It must be because you’re wearing clothes.”
Mac’s laughter filled the room. “Roger’s going to get pissed if I get naked.”
“I’ll let you keep your pants on for now.”
There was a knock on the bedroom door. “Good thing I didn’t rip them off when you wanted me to,” Mac replied as he walked to answer it. When he pulled it open, he found Aleksander on the other side.
Their king offered Mac a smile. “Got everything moved in?”
“I do. Are you the welcome wagon?”
“No, but let me in anyway.”
Mac stepped out of the way, so Aleksander could come into their bedroom. The dragon king took stock of the new things Larissa had created for them.
“Hey, Aleksander. What’s up?” Idris asked.
“I like the dragonskin in here. Larissa’s outdone herself again,” Aleksander replied.
“Yeah, it took Mac forever to shed his scales.”
“Take it up with my dragon,” Mac retorted.
“Do you two have any plans for the rest of your morning?” Aleksander asked.
“I was going to work on my research paper,” Idris confided. He turned to Mac with a questioning glance. “I’m not sure what Mac had planned.”
“Books. I have books to read.”
“When the two of you have a minute, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you,” Aleksander said. “I’ll be in my office all morning—just pop in.”
The D’Vaire king made his way back toward the door as Idris asked, “You can’t talk to us now?”
“Sure, I can but it’s weird for me to hang out in your room. I wanted to see all the changes, and it looks great.”
“Okay, I’m curious. Mac, do you think we could go talk to Aleksander now?”
“Absolutely,” Mac replied and took his hand, so they could follow Aleksander down the hall. He was just as interested as Idris in knowing what brought Aleksander to their room. Mac was also glad they’d found a reason to get away from the bed, or neither one of them was going to get anything done besides each other. It was simply too tempting after having Idris make love to him. He wasn’t only anxious to repeat the experience but wanted desperately to switch roles with his sexy wizard. Dredging up his patience, he led Idris to Aleksander’s office and focused on what news he would impart instead of allowing his cock to rule his every thought.
* * *
Idris sat down on the couch next to Mac, who brought their lips together in a brief kiss. Aleksander strolled around his desk and picked up his phone. Whoever was on the other end of the line must have expected the call, because Aleksander only had it to his ear for a few seconds. After he hung up, he walked back over to where Idris was plastered to Mac’s side and dropped down onto the sofa across from them. Seconds later, Vadimas shimmered into the room.
“I heard you two have moved in together. Congratulations,” the leader of the wizards said as he took a seat near Aleksander.
“Thanks. Did I do something wrong?” Idris asked. He could think of no other reason the Prism Wizard would show up at their home so suddenly.
“Of course not, Idris. You’re not only an exemplary young man but an incredible wizard.”
“I’m not going to make you guys guess why Vadimas is here,” Aleksander stated. “He’s received contact from the Consilium Veneficus after the press releases went out announcing the impending crowning of you and Del.”
“Since Del isn’t here, I’m guessing they want to discuss Idris,” Mac surmised.
“Indeed,” Vadimas replied. “Idris, have you ever heard the names Theirry or Zahra Vioric?”
Idris might not have recognized the first names, but it was impossible to miss that the two people he spoke of had his last name. He turned his wide eyes to Mac, whose own gaze was full of surprise. “No, I don’t know them.”
“They claim to know you. Theirry and Zahra are alleging that they’re your parents,” Vadimas revealed.
Molten anger burned through Idris at the wizard’s words, but he doubted pissed off was an appropriate reaction to hearing your parents were searching for you, so Idris smothered it down. The last thing he wanted was for Mac to think he was a bad person. Gathering his wits, he asked, “What do they want?”
“Theirry and Zahra Vioric have requested that the Council allow them to have a meeting with you.”
Idris’s first inclination was to yell. He didn’t want to meet with them. Where the hell were they his whole life? Were they only interested in speaking to him because he was about to be a High Arcanist? Had they ever looked for him, and why had they left him with his grandfather? He turned to Mac. “What to do you think? Should I meet with them?”
“That decision belongs to you. No matter which way you decide to go, I’ll support you.”
Mac’s reply frustrated Idris. He genuinely wanted his opinion on the matter. The dragon shifter was close to his family and had experience with this type of thing. His brows drew together in irritation. “I don’t know what to do.”
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p; “Idris, you don’t need to make a decision right now,” Aleksander said. “I know this has to be quite a shock to hear from them, and I believe you should take as long as you need to think this over. I will say, no one’s going to think less of you—no matter which way you decide to go.”
“The Consilium has tried to get Idris before. Do we know for sure Thierry and Zahra are his parents?” Mac asked.
Idris hadn’t even considered this pair might be lying. He was grateful his mate was smart enough to ask the question.
“We have only their word to take,” Vadimas replied.
“What do you think the chances of us getting DNA samples from them would be? I don’t like the idea of handing over a sample of Idris’s. My natural inclination is to forbid it,” Aleksander stated. His troubled gaze met Idris’s. “I’ve always advocated for you making your own decisions about everything, but I do feel I need to step in when it comes to matters of security. You’re a powerful wizard, and we already know we can’t trust anyone in the Consilium.”
“I understand. I wouldn’t be willing to give them a sample of my DNA.”
“I don’t know if they will comply with our request, but I’m certainly willing to ask,” Vadimas said.
“You can tell them I refuse to even consider the request of meeting with them or even speaking on the phone if I can’t verify that they’re related to me. Not only am I powerful, but I’m a D’Vaire. There are a great many people willing to do anything to be connected to our family in some way. I’m twenty-one years old and until I was sixteen, I was easily found at my grandfather’s house. I find it highly suspicious that they wish to meet with me now. It’s difficult for me not to wonder if they have ulterior motives.”
“I’d be happy to relay your words to them,” Vadimas promised as he got to his feet. “I’ll leave you all to enjoy the rest of your weekend. I’ve got about a thousand things on my to-do list.”
Idris stood to hug his wizard leader; then the sorcerer teleported out of the room. Mac rose and got Idris’s attention. “Are you upset with me?”
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