by Marcy Jacks
“Why do I get the feeling you’re laughing at me right now?”
“I’m not,” Miles promised, though in a way, he was. At least a little.
This was sort of romantic.
In a twisted kind of way.
“Are we still going to do this?”
Renford’s growl vibrated through him, and Miles felt that all across his body as the other man held him tight. “Of course.”
Chapter Five
This time Renford kissed him.
It was…awkward.
Even though Miles was the one without that much experience beneath his belt, it felt a little more like Renford was the shy one.
At least when it came to the kissing.
Otherwise, his hands were not shy at all about where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do. Miles groaned when he felt Renford's hands sliding down his waist, across his naked thighs, and to his cock.
His dick jumped when he felt even the slightest hint of Renford's calloused fingers across the base.
Miles sucked in a deep breath and thrust his hips toward those fingers, wanting them to wrap around his cock and start pumping him until he came.
All of a sudden, it seemed like an eternity since he'd last touched himself, and now that he was here, something animalistic and wild was taking over.
There was no more uncertainty, no more caring about Molly, about the coven, or what he'd left behind. The only thing in the world worth any concern was the need to thrust against Renford's waist.
Miles curled a leg around the man's calf, humping his still-clothed waist.
Why the hell did he have to be wearing normal clothes? Why couldn't he be wearing furs and a loincloth? What the hell was up with that nonsense?
On a more positive note, the more Renford kissed him, the more he seemed to get into it. The shyness vanished, replaced with a deep hunger. Miles liked to think that maybe that had something to do with the dragon somewhere inside Renford's brain, as if they were both two separate entities, and they both wanted Miles at the same time.
That probably shouldn't excite him, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to be a little narcissistic right now because this felt too good, and no one had ever thrust their tongue into his mouth quite like that before.
Miles moaned, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing, and the pleasure building up just beneath his belly was getting to the point that he couldn't contain it anymore.
He came with a hard groan. Renford swallowed down the scent, but he wouldn't stop dry humping Miles, even as he spurt his pleasure all over the man's clothes.
It was embarrassing. Miles didn't want to come, but Renford was merciless. He had to be able to tell what Miles wanted here, but Renford didn't stop kissing him or sucking on his tongue.
In fact, as Miles came on the man's black jeans, he actually reached down, fisting Miles’s cock, pumping him hard, milking him of his orgasm and making it last so much longer than it probably should have.
It felt like a sixty-second orgasm, and when he was finished, his body collapsed, no strength in his bones, nothing, beneath Renford.
"Oh my God," he said, gasping for breath. "Oh my God…what the…what the hell was that?"
"You don't know?" Renford looked down at him, his face as flushed as what Miles imagined his own to be, but he wasn't the one who just orgasmed.
Miles shook his head. "What was that?"
And could they do it again? Fuck, Miles tried to remember what those spells were he'd seen in the forbidden books hidden in Alistair's room.
All the teenagers eventually found them, no matter where Alistair put them. The old man would never destroy a book, even if the contents of it were filth.
Such as spells designed to keep a man hard for hours on end, spells to make an orgasm more powerful, spells that kept you edging on the cusp of pleasure for days if you wanted, and spells to get hard again shortly after coming.
All the teenaged boys found that particular book at one point or another, and they always found a way to test it out.
There was always one boy every couple of years who needed the adults to help him remove the effects of such spells when he could no longer hide the permanent erection he walked around with.
Thank God Miles had never been that kid, but he'd still read that book, and now the only thing he wanted to do was come again. His cock twitched just thinking about it.
Renford gently played with Miles’s testicles, and that tightening sensation in his cock and balls started up again.
"You're telling me you don't know what to expect when you're in a mating heat?"
"A…oh."
Now Miles felt stupid. Right. He'd known about the mating, so he should have seen this coming. He might not need any spell to get him going when he had something just as good right here.
His body would respond to Renford's because of the mating.
"No spells required."
Renford frowned, his hand stopping that lovely motion it was making. "What?"
"Oh, well, there's spells we can use to—"
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I don't care what you were going to say," Renford said, sounding too serious for Miles’s liking. "Don't you ever cast a spell on me. Ever."
"I wouldn't do it without your permission."
"Not even if I give you permission. If I ever give you permission to cast a spell on me then it's not actually me that's saying it, do you understand me?"
Miles thought he did, but he didn't get why this was such a problem.
Maybe something to do with when he was attacked.
Miles dropped it. He would ask later. For now, he wanted to sink back into that warm pool of intimacy he'd been enjoying.
"All right."
"Promise me. Swear on…on your sister's life, on everything you love, you will never cast a spell on me. You got that?"
"All right. I got it. I promise. I swear I'll never do it."
Okay, so this was a little more important than Miles had thought it was. He would have to make sure he never cast anything on Renford. Even by accident.
Renford lifted a brow at him, as though he was still trying to figure out whether or not he believed Miles.
Eventually, Renford nodded, apparently deciding to agree with whatever it was he'd been thinking about. When he leaned in for another kiss, Miles put his hand behind the other man's head, holding him in place, enjoying it when Renford tilted his head to the side, working Miles’s mouth open with his chin.
Yes, this was what he wanted.
The situation was a delicate one, but at least there was something here. Something they could build off.
Possibly. He might be getting a little ahead of himself here.
But then it didn't matter as Miles found himself being swept away by the sweetness of the kiss. The sensual feel of being kissed so deeply, as though he were being devoured.
Miles made a mental note to ask Renford about that later. Just to make sure dragons didn't actually eat their lovers or something.
Though Miles could sense an urgency within the other man, Renford was actually being gentle with him. He hadn't expected that.
Miles could practically feel the other man's skin vibrating with need. Miles wanted that. He found himself being pulled along with it. Like a drug that addicted him. Or a tidal wave of pleasure that he wanted to be sucked into.
Of course, it was frustrating as all hell that Renford refused to go any faster than he already was.
As if he was trying to torture Miles for some unknown sin that he had committed.
Miles rode his fingers, pulling at Renford’s clothes, trying to rip them off.
His magick buzzed within his body. He was desperate to cast a spell, any spell, that would banish the offending garments, but he remembered his promise.
Fuck, it was going to be a bitch and a half to have to keep this sort of promise.
Miles moaned softly, his body aching for
more, but Renford was determined to prevent him from getting what he wanted.
Unless he was just torturing Miles for the fun of it. If that was what he was doing then he was succeeding very well.
Eventually, Miles grabbed onto Renford's ears and pushed back. It didn't matter how good the kiss felt. He couldn't put up with this anymore.
“God, what are you doing?”
Renford frowned. Then he nodded. “Right, impatient, are we?”
“No fucking kidding! Are you trying to torture me?”
"It's hardly torture." Renford was definitely not paying enough attention to his suffering as he searched around in his little nightstand for something.
A great heat flashed across Miles’s chest, neck, and his face as he realized the things Renford was going for were condoms and lubricant.
Right. He should've known. Just because he wasn't all that experienced with this didn't mean he had never seen a porn video on the Internet.
What else would he have been going for?
“Are you nervous?"
Miles shook his head, though he couldn't lie. He was definitely nervous.
"No."
Renford actually smiled at him. It seemed genuine, but that didn't mean Miles was impressed with it.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Renford said.
Asshole.
“Grab those pillows right there. Good, no stick them under your waist. Yes, just like that."
Miles was determined to do as he was told. He couldn't even begin to describe how much he wanted this, and now that he was there, homestretch insight, he wanted to feel what it would be really like to have somebody do this to him.
“Knees up, good, no hold on to them.”
All right, so this was a little less exciting than what he thought he would be dealing with right away.
It was kind of humiliating. And exposing.
Miles was lying in the other man's bed, holding on to his knees so that his ass was exposed.
It wasn't as if he could turn back now, not with the way Renford was staring at him like that.
Miles had come this far. He might as well go the whole nine yards.
But that didn't keep him from swallowing in nervous anticipation as he watched Renford open the little bottle of lube with his teeth, and then slather his fingers with it.
Renford's free hand held on to Miles’s knee. He would occasionally look Miles in the eyes, but he never held the gaze. As if he was hiding something. Or ashamed of something.
Was it at all possible there was something Miles wasn’t getting about this culture? Maybe it was shameful for a dragon to want to sleep with a warlock.
It didn’t exactly make him feel good about what they were going to do, but that didn’t mean Miles was going to give up, either.
He would have sex, with a dragon, in his little cabin, and then work things out and be home in time for dinner.
And hopefully, Molly wouldn’t murder him for this.
It would all work out, just as soon as he got his stupid dick to stop hurting so damned much.
“Are you in pain? Fuck, one second.” Renford pushed Miles’s thighs apart even more. When his fingers touched Miles’s hole, he gasped slightly.
“All right?”
Miles nodded, clearing his throat, desperate to make the heat that radiated from his body simmer down at least a little.
“Fine,” he squeaked. “Never better.”
Renford smiled at him again, as if he knew Miles was full of shit.
Whatever. It didn’t matter because then he got to feel the next best thing.
Renford finally pushed his fingers inside Miles’s pucker.
Miles sighed. The pleasure that hit him was entirely unexpected.
He’d played with himself down there before, but he’d never been able to achieve any pleasure until well after finding his prostate.
Among other things he had to do.
Just a touch. One small touch to his hole and already his toes were curling and his mouth falling open with disbelief and pleasure.
“That’s right. You like that?”
Miles panted for breath. His heart slammed as he found himself slowly thrusting against those fingers, encouraging them to penetrate him.
“Y-yeah.”
“Good.”
Renford penetrated him. His fingers pushed deep, and Miles’s spine arched.
Renford’s expression was one of a man hard at work. He looked as though he were crafting something special.
Putting all his work and focus on the one thing that was most important.
And that sure as hell managed to make Miles feel special right about now. He didn’t realize how much he’d needed that.
Those fingers pushed deeper, touching everything inside him, seeming to touch his soul as they brought him closer and closer to his orgasm, right to where he wanted to be.
Until it felt as if they were already one being.
God, that was beyond sappy, but he couldn’t help himself. It was true. The mating heat had engulfed him, and now he needed this man more than he needed water. Renford was dutifully giving it to him, and it felt as though a dam had broken.
“I…I didn’t…oh fuck. I didn’t think it would be like this.”
He could hardly get the words out, could hardly explain why this was such a huge thing for him to deal with.
“It’s the mating,” Renford said simply.
“I know that! But I was…I…I was handling it! Why does it feel like this now?”
“Don’t know.” Renford stopped moving his hands, which was an incredible travesty, but he seemed to be putting some thought into it.
“Maybe we hadn’t been around each other long enough for anything of significance to take place. I’d barely seen you once when I knew what you were. I wanted you, and you clearly want me.” He emphasized that with his fingers around Miles’s cock. “But I was able to keep a lid on it, too. All I knew was what you looked like.” He leaned in, his mouth getting so close to Miles’s cock that it made his heart jump with anticipation. “What you smelled like.”
Renford inhaled a deep breath, but he didn’t put his lips or tongue on the head or shaft of Miles’s erection, and God, Miles really wished the Renford would have done it. That would have been amazing.
“Maybe it was enough that we could function, until I heard of the attack.”
“You heard of it? What are you talking about?”
“No more talking.”
Renford pushed his fingers forward again, making Miles forget all about the question he’d asked, about anything other than the pleasure.
“This will hurt if it’s your first time, but you should ease into it faster than any normal interaction.”
“B-because of the mating?”
“Because I’m just that good.”
Jesus Christ, if Miles weren’t in the middle of getting laid right about now, he would explode with the way this guy talked. He was way too full of himself, and it was driving him up the damned wall.
And so were those fingers.
Good. So good. Miles tried to hold back all the little noises he wanted to make, everything that threatened to spill out of him, but he couldn’t stop it.
First, it was the little sounds, the ones he couldn’t help but then he got into it, getting steadily louder and louder as Renford found his prostate and made him sing.
Renford made quick work of him. It felt as though he were on the cusp of orgasm already, after such a short period of time, and then, just when he was right there…
The fingers were gone, and there was nothing left inside him but a gaping, black hole, desperate to be filled.
He moaned, reaching for the other man. “No. No. You finish what you started!”
“I am. Relax.”
Renford slicked his cock, and as he adjusted himself and got into position, Miles’s heart did a weird little fluttery thing.
This was it. It was going to happen, and there w
as no going back after this.
But that was all right.
Renford pressed the head of his cock against Miles’s asshole, the pressure already there as he prepared for the first forward thrust.
It was perfectly all right because it was him.
Renford thrust inside. Miles shouted.
Chapter Six
It hurt.
But then it was good.
Miles always knew sex would hurt. Just because he’d never done it before didn’t mean he was walking into this entirely blind, and he’d played with himself enough that he knew his limits.
But the pain left him so quickly that it was ridiculous. He barely had a chance to experience it before it melted away into nothingness, and then there was just him and Renford.
Their faces were close enough that Miles could feel the other man’s breath ghosting across his face.
Renford looked as though he were trying to keep control, but now it was his face that was flushed, his lips that appeared kiss swollen, and he looked at Miles as though he’d never seen anyone quite like him in his entire life.
“You good?”
Miles nodded, exhaling the hard breath he’d barely realized he’d been holding. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”
He grinned, unable to help himself. The pleasure, the closeness, all of it came together and made him a little hyper.
And a little playful.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you were so good that this wouldn’t hurt.”
Renford snorted. “Right, you haven’t seen nothing yet.”
He thrust forward. Just a shallow canting of his hips. Miles’s eyes flew wide as he felt his prostate being nudged.
After the initial penetration, and the pain, his dick had managed to forget all about the building pleasure, at least for a little while, and then there was this. That sharp reminder that, oh, right, they were in the middle of something, and Renford probably wanted to have his orgasm, too.
“That’s…that’s really good,” Miles said. He felt as though he needed to say something. He couldn’t just look up at the other man while he did all the work and pretend nothing was happening.