Chapter Eighteen
Ghreid
There was no guide or education a dragon could receive that told him how to treat their newly emerged ashen mate. The heart took what it wanted, and it either soared or fell. Varis soared—well, he swam.
Scales more streamlined than most dragons nearly wept down his body, the pattern and gleam of them almost wet in the way they shined.
Touching them, Ghreid could swear they would be slick like a fish’s scales, but they were merely obscenely bright in how they shone.
“I want to feel your scales against my own.”
Varis, addled by the poppy milk, writhed against him. Asha and Jeron had gone away, his brothers still out flying. “By all means.”
Ghreid wouldn’t take him until he was sober, but it was so tempting, the way he squirmed and mewled.
Instead, he shouldered Varis’s weight and made his way to their nest, shucking his own clothes like a second skin…
third skin? For dragons, it was an odd experience either way.
Bare flesh and gleaming scales insinuated themselves against the soft, new scales of his lover.
And as the lamplight dimmed, the curtains parted to reveal the stars and moon outside, and the pale specks of his pattern glowed in the low light.
“You are fucking beautiful.” Ghreid growled, bare body struggling to wrap itself around his.
Every inch of untouched new flesh was a challenge, forcing Ghreid to sniff, lick, and purr at every touch.
Claws, sharp and menacing, glided over the new scales, tracing every pattern, every transition from flesh to other. “Too beautiful.”
“Am I as pretty as your brother-in-law you gush over, so?” Varis’s lashes fluttered over those flame-filled eyes, peering over a narrow shoulder so coyly.
Ghreid snarled. “To say either way would be a slight to the other. The difference is, you are mine, and he is not, and that’s the way I like it.”
“Answer, beast.” Varis squirmed against Ghreid, rubbing the outside of his thigh seductively against his hardening groin.
“Asha is art best kept on someone else’s pedestal.
I long to keep you to myself. I covet you, desire you.
Instinct tells me to keep you hidden from all that would view you and desire you.
You are mine beyond all else. Besides, he clashes with my scales.
You’re so much better at my side and you know how much I love to have the best.” Ghreid growled, the noise curling in his throat as he went in to nip and nuzzle along his mate’s neck.
“Speaking of sitting on a pedestal…” Varis stretched and yawned, his hardening cock pressing into Ghreid’s belly as he insinuated himself and wiggled, inviting a thousand tempting thoughts.
“May the fates forgive what I do.” Ghreid’s entire body shivered as he flipped and pressed Varis back into the silks and fineries of their nest and kissed his way down the male’s neck, tongue tracing every scale, every divot of muscle and line to his cut navel and farther down the hairless trail to his rigid cock that pulsed a dripping strand onto his belly.
“If they cannot forgive you, I surely will.” Varis gasped as Ghreid opened his mouth and engulfed the head of Varis’s cock and with a single lick and suckle, he savored the male’s flavor and descended with utter determination to imbibe every drop of pleasure the male had to give.
“F-Fuck!” Varis grabbed pillows and silk, fingers twisting sheets as his legs spread wide while his tail curled and flicked with uncontrolled motions, each a gesture of come-hither and lust.
If only. Ghreid brought a hand between Varis’s legs, cradling his sack with a gentle palm and stroke of his perineum.
And perhaps it wasn’t a surprise, but the sheer amount of wetness that pooled from Varis’s ass made Ghreid snarl, sucking harder as his fingers rocked and slid back, circling his entrance with a teasing stroke.
Something convoluted bubbled free of Varis’s lips, a plea to Alim that Ghreid silenced by sliding a single finger into Varis’s entrance to press purposefully into the tender spot within.
The foreign male’s hips shot up from the bed with a shaking cry as Ghreid pulled his face away with a hoarse snarl.
“Alim no longer matters to you. You cry to dragons and your own kind. If you must cry a name, cry mine.”
Varis clenched desperately around Ghreid’s finger as he worked a second in and reseated his mouth over the poor male’s aching cock.
Ghreid bobbed his head and worked Varis into a frenzy, making come-hither motions that abused that poor gland within his innermost depths until he spasmed, cried a choked word that Ghreid didn’t catch, and spilled.
That he did catch.
Ghreid swallowed and kept bobbing his head, continued abusing his mate’s gland and when he spilled for a second time with a near scream of pleasure, Ghreid pulled away and let the male fall asleep, deep and content to rest until his body settled.
“Rest well, my mate.” Ghreid lapped over his fingers, tasting sweet slick, and watched with a purr before deciding to take care of himself.
Ghreid lay back in bed, watching his sleeping mate, using the spilled slick still remaining on his fingers to stroke himself off into a slow and powerful orgasm. “You’re perfect.”