Chapter 4
DRAGON TIME
Flying in a storm had always been one of Edra’s favorite things, even though Jordan worried about him being hit by lightning or swept into the side of a building or power line by high winds. So far, it hadn’t happened, but it made it impossible for him to relax while waiting for Edra to return.
Edra always returned energized and horny instead of worn out from flying. The last time Edra had barely shifted before pouncing on him. They’d never made it off the sofa…
Jordan flicked through the TV channels, not really watching anything. Sinner sat on the back of the armchair, gaze on the glass sliding doors as if she were also concerned—not that she’d admit to it.
He checked his watch for what felt like the tenth time in five minutes.
Was he staying out longer than usual? Had he gone past the new house and something had fallen on him?
They’d bought a place in Creature Hollow, and it was starting to look like a house instead of a ruin now it had a roof, though it wasn’t watertight yet.
Hopefully, the storm wouldn’t do much damage or slow work down.
Not that they were in a rush, there was still another year until Sky and Snow were able to leave the rookery, but he wanted to be ready, and this place was not suitable for lesser dragon toddlers.
Sinner’s tail twitched, and she sat up.
Jordan peered out into the night but didn’t see anything, which wasn’t unusual as Edra tended to become invisible in the cold.
She jumped down from her perch. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
“Thanks.” Even though he couldn’t see Edra on the patio, she was never wrong.
“I’m not leaving for you; there are some things I don’t want to see. My ears are not so lucky.” She slipped into the spare bedroom where she’d curl up and ignore them, which was better than watching and scoring their performance—he’d threatened to ban her from watching the Olympics after that.
The sliding door cracked open, and Jordan glimpsed a flash of light off silver scales.
Almost invisible, but not quite. He got up, not wanting to give Edra a chance to shift this time.
Sure, they’d kissed…licked…while Edra was shifted, and while Edra hadn’t said anything about only having sex in his human form, Jordan figured it must be one of those little irks.
A bit of grit that wasn’t worth taking your shoe and sock off to deal with until it was too late, and by then, there was a blister.
Not only that, but there was something glorious about Edra when shifted. A giant silvery butterfly who seemed both too delicate and too large to fly at the same time. So even though he’d held Edra while shifted and slept next to him, Edra had always shifted to human before anything happened.
And because he was an idiot, he hadn’t managed to say anything in English or Dragon even though he’d been thinking about it for months…
wanting it since the last storm three weeks ago.
There wasn’t a good way to say ‘can we fuck while you’re a dragon’ without sounding weird, though he suspected he was the only one in the relationship who thought he’d sound weird.
No mytho would think him weird…he was married to a lesser dragon; they’d be more shocked to find out he hadn’t gone there.
The door slid open the rest of the way as Jordan walked over, stripping off his T-shirt and dropping it on the floor, and Edra stepped in, the water running off his scales and giving him shape.
Silver rippled over him as the warm air rolled over his scales.
“Stay in form,” Jordan said in Dragon. It wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t have wings or a tail, so some nuance was lost. He reached out and ran his fingers over the silver scales on Edra’s chest. He could map his way over his mate’s body even if he couldn’t see him.
“Dragon? I want to mate,” Edra clicked close to his ear a heartbeat before his tongue traced along the underside of Jordan’s jaw.
“Yes. To both,” he said in English. There weren’t enough words in Dragon for these kinds of conversations.
His dick was doing its best to make things clear, straining against the blue lacy jockstrap, which wasn’t much good at holding anything back, and trackpants…
but then he’d put it on for decoration because Edra liked his lingerie collection.
He felt Edra tilt his head in question, even as the claws on the tips of his wings hooked into his trackpants as if ready to tug them down.
Jordan licked his lower lip, feeling the cold seep into his skin off the scales. “I want you like this.”
And he’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about it the last time Edra had topped. Maybe he’d wanted to be topped because he was thinking about it. Though maybe getting topped by Edra in dragon form was not a good place to start, given that it wasn’t something he did a lot of.
“I smell fear?” But the movement of Edra’s wings softened the word to mean something closer to concern or doubt, which was different from small fear, which meant the thing wasn’t worth being afraid of, even though you were afraid.
“Because I have been thinking too much and I was worried you’d…” Say no? Laugh? Edra had never done those things which made it so much easier to, if not ask, then at least maneuver in the direction he wanted. He finished with a shrug.
Edra shut the door with his tail and tugged Jordan’s pants down at the same time.
He stepped out of them, and Edra sandwiched him between the cold glass and his cool scales.
He clicked rapidly in Dragon, and Jordan figured he wasn’t supposed to understand much of it, only that he was hungry and cold and needed to be warmed up.
Though he would’ve gotten that from the way Edra’s dick pressed against his hip.
His tongue flicked over Jordan’s lip, and he opened his mouth, letting Edra tongue-fuck him.
He sucked on it the way he had so many times before.
Edra’s claws skimmed over his ribs and stomach, and his skin prickled with anticipation.
There’d been a time when he’d worried about scratches and such, but Edra knew exactly what he was doing.
Edra stepped back, mostly visible now, and ran the back of a claw over Jordan’s cock.
It should not have been possible to get harder.
Edra crouched as if he were about to launch into flight, but instead he launched an attack on his lace-trapped cock. Licking the length and teasing the head before tugging the jockstrap down just enough to tongue the slit.
In about three seconds, Edra would want to turn him around again and tongue his ass, and as good as that was, he wanted to see his dragon.
Edra gripped Jordan’s hips, claws biting into his flesh.
“Up,” Jordan clicked.
Edra glanced up, the tip of his long blue tongue tracing the crown of Jordan’s cock.
“Fuck.” For a heartbeat, his brain stopped working. Not because he was freaking out, but because he hadn’t imagined it would look so fucking hot to have a dragon giving him head. The pre-cum that beaded at the slit never got the chance to go anywhere as Edra’s tongue was too fast.
While he didn’t have eyebrows, Jordan was sure Edra’s brow ridge twitched as if to ask if he was sure. The hard tip of Edra’s tail snuck between his ass cheeks, silently asking the question again.
No, he wasn’t, but they could come back to that. Maybe.
“Up.” He wanted Edra spread against the glass. Except it was cold and he wouldn’t like it. “I want to suck you.”
Edra gave him a dragony grin, revealing too many pointy teeth. He took a couple of steps back and sat on the arm of the armchair, legs spread, giving Jordan room to kneel between them.
He’d seen Edra’s dick in this form before, usually when he came in from flying, and he let it hang out before shifting and continuing. It didn’t look much different from his human form, a darker blue with a head a little too pointy to be human.
Dick throbbing, Jordan knelt between Edra’s scaly thighs.
He wasn’t hairy in human form, but like this, he had none.
He was all silky scale. He licked Edra’s inner thigh and the mound where his balls were.
As a dragon, everything was tucked in, unless he was fucking.
While Jordan wouldn’t be fucking him while flying—though Edra did say that was rather dangerous—they could definitely have fun on the ground.
He licked Edra from base to tip, or at least from where his cock jutted out of the slit.
It made a lot more sense now, how he’d gotten a bit stuck together with his previous mate since they’d been fucking each other’s dick slit while flying.
For good measure, he jabbed his tongue in there too, not that it was as long as Edra’s.
Edra made a little noise and threaded his claws into Jordan’s hair, which he took as encouragement. Focusing on Edra should be giving him a moment to catch his breath and step away from the edge, but if watching Edra blow him had been hot, looking up at his dragon while sucking his dick was hotter.
Edra’s usually blue eyes were dark as he watched Jordan work over his length.
This time, he was very aware of the pre-cum leaking out of his tip and running down his shaft, and the damp lace clinking to his skin.
Why had he waited so long?
Why hadn’t Edra asked?
He knew the answers to both questions. The first being his own doubts and fears and the still-lingering stigma of being married to a mytho.
They weren’t the only ones; they had just been forced into being very public about it.
The latter was because Edra was always happy to wait for him to catch up and get on the same page, as if he were confident it would happen, so why rush?
So far, he’d been right.
Jordan pulled away. “Fuck it. Fuck me.”
Edra blinked, shimmered, and shifted.
Jordan sighed. “That’s not—”
Edra kissed him. “I wish you’d said something before I went out.”
“Why?”
“Because I’d have you bent over the chair already.”
Jordan frowned. Then what was the problem?