Chapter 2
THE NIGHT BEFORE…
Jordan was not going to think about tomorrow, only tonight.
The ring on his index finger glinted as he added a little eyeliner—it still looked like the wrong finger to him even though Edra said it was definitely correct. While they weren’t going out, he wanted tonight to be a bit more special than rolling into bed at the end of the day.
Given that he now had a ring marking him as Edra’s mate, it was almost their wedding night. Although mythos didn’t actually care about such things. They didn’t wait for marriage to have sex.
Jordan frowned as he stared at himself in the mirror. Was it wrong to be making a big deal out of this? Edra would be gone for a few days, and he was acting like it was going to be months.
Forever.
The traitorous voice in his head whispered. What if this was their last night?
He swallowed and the expectation he’d put on himself suddenly became too great. He didn’t even like the lingerie he was wearing. He’d liked the color and lace when he’d bought it online but on…hot pink was a color that was too bold and too pink.
Red he could do.
Pale pink was fine.
This was not.
But it was what Edra had pulled out of the drawer.
After the helicopter flight they’d had dinner and when they’d gotten home it had been Edra who’d pulled open the lingerie drawer and lifted his eyebrow asking silently if Jordan would.
For so long all he’d wanted was someone to at least be accepting if not into it, and now he had that.
And he might lose it. That was the thought that he couldn’t escape, that they weren’t even talking about.
A soft knock on the door dragged his attention back to the moment. He was wasting time.
“Are you planning on coming out?” Edra asked.
“Yeah.” It didn’t matter what he looked like.
It mattered that they were together. He ran his fingers through his hair, adjusted the chemise even though it looked fine, then fiddled with the panties.
He shook his head. It was easier to blame the color than admit that he was worried. He opened the bathroom door.
Edra stood blocking the doorway, with one hand on the wall by the door frame. He didn’t hesitate, leaning in to take a kiss. “I knew it would look amazing.”
Jordan was pretty sure Edra would say that no matter what he was wearing. “I’m not sure about the pink. It’s a bit much.”
“I love it when you think you look too much.” Edra’s other hand trailed up Jordan’s arm to the silky strap before flicking it off his shoulder and dragging it down until one nipple was exposed.
“What’s the point of me putting it on, if you’re going to take it off in the first thirty seconds?”
Edra grinned. “You were looking a little over dressed.” His finger circled the nipple until it was hard. “And I wanted something to play with.” He captured Jordan’s lips again and this time he pulled Jordan closer.
His hand skimmed down his back, tracing the edge of the lace that barely covered Jordan’s ass and
his dick pressed against Jordan’s hip, hard with appreciation…or should that be desperation? Jordan could feel it thrumming through his body, smothering his doubts and fears.
He cupped Edra’s jaw and ground against him. “Is that all you want?”
“For the moment.” Edra’s tongue flicked over Jordan’s collarbone, then lower. His fingers slid beneath the lace, lifting the hem of the chemise so he could kiss Jordan’s belly button—another thing Edra didn’t have. He glanced up. “Why don’t you lift your hands and hold onto the door frame.”
Jordan did, trusting whatever Edra had planned and more than willing to give him what he needed before he went to LA. His fingertips pressed against the wooden frame.
Edra’s hand smoothed over Jordan’s stomach. “Very nice.”
The tips of Edra’s fingers trailed over Jordan’s erection, and he adjusted the panties, so the head of his dick was poking out. Edra’s long blue tongue flicked out and swiped over the head.
Jordan gasped and his body swayed toward Edra, his back arching, but Edra moved to lap at the crease in Jordan’s thigh. His hands trailed up the back of Jordan’s thighs and his fingers traced the edge of the lace.
Jordan’s grip on the frame slipped. “I want to touch you.”
Edra glanced up. “I know, but I want to play with you first. I want to taste every inch.”
Jordan gritted his teeth. That would take forever. “Every inch?”
“Yes.” Edra’s tongue traced up the length of Jordan’s dick.
The wet heat teased him through the lace, until he reached the head. He paused there, caressing the crown and then the slit with his tongue. “You taste good.”
Jordan hummed as pleasure coiled through him. The wet lace rubbed against him as Edra tugged the panties down freeing him. His tongue caught Jordan’s cock and wrapped around it, tightening before sliding back and freeing him. And then repeating, using his tongue to full advantage.
“That feels so good.” He loved the way Edra used his tongue. Loved him. He couldn’t imagine a life without his lesser dragon mate.
Edra grinned. “Turn around.”
Jordan took a breath, then turned. But instead of gripping above his head, he only made a quarter turn so he could lean against the door frame. He folded his hands and rested his forehead on them.
Edra’s hands and lips moved up the back of his legs, setting fire to Jordan’s blood with every touch.
His tongue swept over one of the scars at the top of his thigh, but he didn’t pause to linger on the mark, he was already moving higher to trace the edge of the lace.
His hand slid around to stroke the length of Jordan’s dick, making his fingers curl against the wood.
Standing there was killing him, every touch wound Jordan’s nerves tighter. His muscles had forgotten how to relax. But the moment he turned around it would be a race to the finish with both of them needing to come and neither of them wanted this over too fast.
At the back of his mind he knew there was a chance that Edra’s LA trip could turn bad. He faced the same risk every day, but it was different when it was his life. He exhaled slowly and forced himself to relax as Edra kept his promise.
Edra’s tongue slipped between Jordan’s thighs to cup his balls, and he jumped. That, he hadn’t been expecting. The wet heat of his tongue curved up along the crease of his ass, the lace the only thing between them as Edra’s tongue pressed against the tight pucker of his ass.
Jordan clamped his teeth together.
“Have you ever been fucked?” Edra asked, his breath warm on Jordan’s skin.
He had to think about the answer because he wondered where Edra wanted to take this. Edra had always been keen to ride, and because it had suited him, he hadn’t thought that Edra might want something else. “Not in a very long time.”
Which was the truth. He chalked the experience up to college misadventures, but after that he’d made sure no one saw him as a femme bottom.
“Because?” Edra’s finger slid under the edge of the lace as though he was considering tugging them down the rest of the way.
He didn’t want to do think about that. “Because it wasn’t great, the guy… it just wasn’t. And I haven’t.”
Edra made a noise that could’ve meant anything without seeing his face.
Jordan drew in a breath, knowing that he couldn’t leave that between them. He sighed. “That hasn’t stopped me from thinking about it with you.”
“Tell me.” His tongue rubbed the lace against his hole. “I know you like this.”
“Yeah.” It was one thing to think it, another to say it and it wasn’t what he wanted now. Was it what Edra wanted? “Do you want to fuck me?”
“All I want, is to hear what you have thought about.” He peeled the lace down exposing Jordan’s ass. The tip of his tongue circled Jordan’s hole.
“You’re making it really hard—”
“That’s the idea.”
“To think,” Jordan finished.
Edra laughed but didn’t stop his teasing.
Jordan lifted onto the balls of his feet, not even sure why he was moving away when it felt so good. Edra’s kisses moved higher to the back of his hips and his hands were on Jordan’s stomach.
He was going to lose the chance to say it if he didn’t force the words out. “I want to know what it would be like to have your dick and tongue in me.”
“I’m not that flexible.” Edra kissed Jordan’s shoulder blade.
Jordan glanced over his shoulder. “You know what I mean.”
Edra grinned. “I don’t… Where exactly do you want my tongue and dick?”
Jordan turned and put his arms around Edra’s shoulders. “I like it when you fuck my mouth.”
“So do I.” Edra kissed him, his tongue slipping past Jordan’s lips and deep into his mouth.
Jordan sucked on it as though he were sucking Edra’s cock.
Edra worked his tongue a little deeper, thrusting a couple of times before drawing back and looking at Jordan as though he expected him to be able to still form a coherent sentence.
Jordan lowered his gaze so he didn’t have to see himself in Edra’s eyes. “So…I wonder what it would be like to have both.”
Edra considered him for a moment. His blue eyes bright with lust. “I’d like that too…but I also want you to fuck me tonight.”
“Same,” he murmured against Edra’s lips.
Edra pressed up hard against him. The heat of his cock was like a brand on Jordan’s hip. “Would you like me to fuck your mouth while I tongue your hole? I know that’s not what you actually think about.”
Jordan smiled. “It’s not…but I’m not ready for you to switch that around. I thought you liked being fucked.”
“I do, but you are my mate and sometimes I would like to tug aside your panties and fuck you.” His lips brushed over Jordan’s, and he murmured something in dragon, which sounded very different to Tarikian. The words weren’t anything Jordan had heard before.
Jordan mimicked the sounds. “What does it mean?”