Chapter Ten #2
Rune’s pupils dilated into narrow slits. Then he was kissing Palmer, hungry and demanding and nothing like the first time they’d kissed. His tongue pushed past Palmer’s lips, and the scrape of his fang against Palmer’s lower lip sent heat straight down to Palmer’s groin.
Rune’s claws made quick work of Palmer’s shirt buttons, and even though there was the sound of a rip, Palmer didn’t care. Cool air hit his chest, but then Rune’s warm palms were sliding up his skin. Palmer gasped at the contrast, arching into the touch.
There wasn’t much else for him to shed, and both him and Rune quickly worked on his pants and socks.
Palmer ended up on his back on the rug, looking up at Rune kneeling over him.
The firelight painted Rune’s skin in shades of gold and blue, and Palmer’s gaze traveled down, fixing on the smooth, scaled slit between Rune’s thighs.
His mouth went dry. He’d seen it before in the medical books, and the dragons didn’t wear clothes, so he’d gotten used to it being exposed, but seeing it here like this was different.
“Touch me,” Rune said.
Palmer didn’t hesitate. He pushed himself up and leaned in, pressing a kiss to Rune’s inner thigh, then another one higher. He felt the muscle tense under his lips and heard Rune inhale. Then he used his tongue, licking a slow stripe over the slit of Rune’s cloaca.
Rune groaned. His tail lashed out once before wrapping tightly around Palmer’s calf. The scales were softer than Palmer expected, even under his tongue. As he licked, kissed, and learned Rune’s body, the slit began to glisten. It softened, the edges parting to welcome Palmer in.
He pushed his tongue inside.
The taste was intense but not that different from what Palmer was used to in these circumstances.
Rune’s inner walls were hot and ridged, and they clenched around Palmer’s tongue.
Rune made a sound that was almost a growl, and Palmer groaned in response, pushing deeper.
He slid his hand up to grip Rune’s hip, pulling him closer.
He felt something firm begin to press outward, hot against his cheek. Rune’s cock, emerging slowly from his slickness. Palmer leaned back to look at it, breathing hard as he did so. It was thick and flushed a deep pink, the head already leaking precome.
Palmer wrapped his hand around the base. The skin was hot and pulsed under his palm. He opened his mouth and took the head inside.
Rune cursed. Palmer hollowed his cheeks and sucked, working his tongue under the ridge of the head.
Rune’s taste flooded his mouth, and he moaned.
His own cock was hard and aching, pressed against his stomach, but he ignored it.
This was about Rune, and Palmer wanted more of the desperate sounds he was making.
Palmer took in more of Rune’s cock, using his hand to stroke what he couldn’t fit. Rune’s tail coiled tight around his thigh, the pressure almost painful.
“Enough,” Rune said suddenly. He pulled back, his cock slipping from Palmer’s mouth with a wet sound. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
Palmer’s stomach clenched with anticipation.
Rune moved him onto his hands and knees with an easy strength that made Palmer’s breath catch, and he let himself be moved.
He heard the slick sound of Rune stroking himself, then the slickness of lubricant as Rune’s fingers pressed inside him, stretching him open.
Palmer pushed back against his hand with a broken moan. Rune was using his own slickness to open him up, and it was sexy as hell. He didn’t rush, but he didn’t hesitate. He was steady as he prepped Palmer, something Palmer appreciated, but it also drove him nuts because he wanted more.
“Ready?” Rune asked, his free hand sliding up Palmer’s spine, gently scratching his skin.
“Yes,” Palmer said with a gasp. “Please.”
Rune positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Palmer’s entrance.
When he pushed in, the stretch was intense.
Palmer dropped his forehead to his folded arms and closed his eyes.
Rune was big, and the slow push filled him almost too much.
He felt every ridge as Rune seated himself completely.
“So good,” Rune said, his voice trembling. One clawed hand gripped Palmer’s hip, the nails pressing into his skin. The other splayed across his lower back. “You feel perfect.”
He gave Palmer a moment to adjust, and Palmer focused on breathing and on the way his body was learning to accommodate Rune. Then Rune began to move.
Each thrust was deep and hard, and Palmer cried out with every one of them. The angle was perfect, and he could hear the wet slap of skin, the ragged sound of their breathing, the heat of Rune’s body against his.
Rune leaned over him. His mouth found Palmer’s neck, and Palmer felt the press of fangs against his pulse. The feeling made his cock jerk and leak harder. He wanted more.
Rune’s tail wrapped around Palmer’s waist, holding him in place. He drove in harder, chasing his release, and Palmer was right there with him. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in his groin, the friction and fullness pushing him closer to the edge.
Palmer’s orgasm hit suddenly. He cried out as his cock jerked, spilling onto the rug beneath him. His body clamped down around Rune’s cock, and he heard Rune roar a sound that was more dragon than human.
He loved it.
Rune’s hips slammed forward, and he stopped moving. Palmer felt his come, and he relaxed as he welcomed it.
For a long moment, he could only hear their panting. Rune’s weight settled over his back, and Palmer felt his arms tremble, barely holding them both up.
Rune pulled out slowly. Palmer felt something warm trickle down his thigh and shivered at the sensation, but he was spent.
Rune collapsed beside him, immediately pulling him into his arms. His tail draped over them both. Palmer pressed his face into the crook of Rune’s neck, breathing in his scent. He felt Rune’s heartbeat begin to slow, and his own breathing evened out.
Palmer let himself hope. Maybe this could be his life. Maybe this could be real and lasting.
“I’m not letting you go back to your room tonight,” Rune said.
Palmer smiled against his skin. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Rune’s hand came up to cup the back of Palmer’s head, fingers threading through his hair. Out there, the palace was still a dangerous place for him. Pearl was still plotting. But here, right now, Palmer felt safe. He felt like he belonged.
And for tonight, that was enough.