6. Blake
BLAKE
Andreas kept looking at me, his eyes narrowed and shifty. Most of the time, he didn’t even turn his head my way, like he was trying to catch me misbehaving. It reminded me a little of upsetting my tutors when I’d been a boy, like they were just dreaming of any excuse to sit me in the corner.
With Andreas, I’d rather he didn’t get any more ideas on how to impede my mischief.
Already, my hands were tied behind my back, and while it wasn’t the least comfortable position I’d ever been in, after a couple hours, my shoulders ached.
I didn’t complain. The last thing I wanted to do was give Andreas cause to think I wanted my hands free for some duplicitous reason. The way I figured it, if I could tolerate this for a little while, it might build trust in the future.
Still, the sun rose beyond the cave’s mouth and Andreas sat with his back to the wall so he could always see me. I didn’t move, but sometimes the others came in to talk to him, and they’d send me a sympathetic twist of the lips or scowl at me in a way that wasn’t angry so much as confused.
That evening, Andreas had untied my hands so I could eat supper with them all. There was still fish from the night before, and plenty of it, and someone had put on a stew to keep for longer.
Despite Andreas’s poor opinion of me, the others still met my eye. Harri grinned at me. Bran’s smile was softer. Gareth didn’t seem quite sure what to do, and kept looking at Andreas for guidance, but Andreas was stiff, and the whole meal was awkward.
Everyone was deferring to Andreas, and until he decided it was safe to give me free roam, I wasn’t going to have it.
Afterward, it’d been a bit of a relief to go back to Andreas’s cave, if only because I didn’t have to figure out what to do with myself.
Once he tied my hands again, I’d expected to share his bed, but Andreas had shrugged out of his clothes and transformed. The cave made more sense with a dragon in it—they needed the space to move around freely.
Most human dwellings wouldn’t be large enough, and the Spires had been built specifically to keep dragons out.
It was covered in points, with nowhere to land, and most of the earthen castle was like a rabbit’s warren, with tight hallways that—well, I’d never realized they’d been intentional until now.
There were only a few places a transformed dragon would fit in the Spires, and they’d have to make their way deep inside before they found any of them.
Andreas curled up around the fire with his sister’s egg, so that I wouldn’t be able to get close without climbing over him.
That’s how we spent the next few days—in awkward silence with my hands tied while I tried not to glance at the egg in too obvious a fashion, which was rather hard, given that I’d never seen anything like it.
The outside of the egg was ridged, covered in what seemed to be scales, and dense. Sometimes the firelight caught it in a way that made the egg seem more of a shimmering aquamarine than a deep blue.
It was hard to imagine an egg doing anything but baking over a fire for so long, but not once did Andreas let the flame go out.
I didn’t dare look too long at it, no matter how curious I was. It was obviously a sore point for Andreas, and I had no right—not when I was so certain his sister and the poor egg’s mother would still be there if not for my family.
Each day, Andreas took me up to the springs and let me bathe. Even in his silence, he wasn’t cruel.
But on the fourth day, when I got out of the spring, I caught him scowling at me.
“You’re still limping,” he accused.
It was strange, hearing his voice directed at me. He’d spoken to the others with less obvious skepticism, but now, his voice was gravelly with it.
I laughed. “Just a little sore is all. I’m fine.”
Truth told, I thought it was sitting still for so long that’d kept me sore, or the strange way I had to clench the small of my back to find some comfortable position with my arms bound, but I still didn’t want him to think I was complaining, so I simply wasn’t going to complain.
“Let me see,” he commanded.
I blinked at him for a moment. See what?
He beckoned me with an impatient wave and I shuffled over to where he was sitting on a rock, waiting for me to finish.
I’d seen him naked a few times, when he transformed, but not up here. Not since that first time. He just came to keep an eye on me.
It was strange to stand before him, completely naked, when he was fully dressed.
Dressed not only in the cloaks the dragons sometimes wore right after transforming, but with trousers and everything.
I don’t know what I was expecting—maybe rough hands to turn me around in place until he was convinced that there was nothing significant wrong with me.
Instead, he pulled on my hand until my knees hit the outside of his thigh. His eyebrows inched up his forehead as he stared at me, and I only got his meaning when he pulled on my wrist and I nearly tipped over into his lap.
That was, apparently, right where he wanted me.
With a deep breath and butterflies in my stomach, I lowered myself over his thighs. My right arm was pinned against him, but the one that hung over his knees, I held out and bent back.
“Do you want—” I wiggled my hand, figuring he’d want to pin it down or retie me.
He breathed out his nose, short and annoyed. “Just use it to cushion your head while I look.”
“Oh . . . all right.” I bent that free arm beneath me and set my forehead down, relieved to hide my hot cheeks from him while he was so intent on looking me over.
“He shouldn’t have held you so tightly,” Andreas said, running a hand over the yellowing bruises on my hips. More than anything, it made my skin feel shivery and nice.
“I didn’t mind. I usually don’t mind a bit of rough treatment, and Harri seems like he has some frustrations to work out.
If I can help him with that—” I shrugged.
I’d never imagined myself playing concubine to a handful of dragons out in the middle of nowhere, but I liked the idea that I was doing something worthwhile.
Of course, I was probably ascribing more value to letting a bunch of dragons come in my ass than the act deserved, but I was still a prince. I wasn’t meant to live a pointless life.
Andreas only hummed, and I got the vague sense he wasn’t quite satisfied with that, and I didn’t know why.
He spread his hands over my asscheeks, gently using his thumbs to pull them apart.
He sighed, and I shivered at the exposure.
“You’re still a little swollen. Does this hurt?” He ran the pad of his thumb against my hole, and my toes curled. It didn’t hurt, but he was right—I wasn’t quite recovered from the other night, and my skin felt puffy and sensitive there. His careful touch was a delicious torture.
“No,” I said, voice tight and slightly choked. “No, it definitely doesn’t hurt.”
Another hum was the only response I got, and I bit my lip, pressing my face down hard against my bent arm. This would be over soon. I just had to hold it together until for a few minutes and not turn into a sobbing, begging mess.
I wanted him to keep touching me. More of whatever he was doing, the careful prodding and attentive inspection and—
All right, I didn’t normally go so long without at least relieving myself, but with my hands tied, I hadn’t been able.
He lifted his hand, but his finger returned a moment later, spit-slick and warm. He worked it into me slowly, and it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut while my cock twitched against my belly.
Could he feel the tip pressing against his thigh? Did I want him to?
I wasn’t sure, but I tried to go lax, to loosen my legs and just—just not think about it because what I wanted this to be wasn’t what it was and—
“It doesn’t feel like there’s anything wrong.” He’d curled his finger to feel the inside, and—
Fuck me, his fingertip grazed my swollen prostate.
I whined, pressing my teeth against my forearm to muffle the sound. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, exactly, but I worried that if I were too loud, if I drew too much attention, he’d stop. Andreas didn’t want me the same way that the others did, and I—
Well, I’d have to be significantly more daft than I was not to want him.
He was tall and beautiful in a way that wasn’t quite human. Yes, he mostly looked like us, but there was a metallic sheen to his deep blue eyes that I’d never seen before, and his body looked like it’d been carved intentionally, over and over, each time he transformed.
I’d never seen anyone so perfect.
But wanting him didn’t mean I’d get him, and I feared if he knew I liked this, he’d stop. Get angry. Or—
I didn’t know. I couldn’t think straight.
And that one whimper was enough that he froze. I could feel his thumb stiffen against my asscheek, braced to pull himself free a second later, and I—I couldn’t.
“Wait,” I hissed. “Wait.”
Andreas went perfectly still, and that included his finger. I flexed my hips, just to get a little pressure where I wanted it.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please, don’t stop.”
A few tense seconds passed while I furrowed my brow against my arm. My ears turned red from the shame of begging for this from someone who’d never shown any indication he wanted to give it to me, but I didn’t care, if he would just—
There.
Slowly, so gently it was almost torture for it, he sank his finger deeper inside.
He wasn’t pulling back or shoving me out of his lap, so I let out the moan I’d been holding since he started, and it came out in the shape of his name. “Andreas!”
He fucked me like that, with just one finger, while I was stretched out over his lap.
My dick was trapped against his thighs, and I braced my knees to buck against it, desperate for a bit of friction.
My arm that was trapped between us, I wiggled a little deeper, until it was beneath me. All I could do was cup my hand, but that was enough. I thrust into my cupped palm and came, sticky all over my fingers.
I was still panting when it hit me that I was in Andreas’s lap.