Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
His whole face lights up as if I’ve given him the best present in the world, and I swallow hard. Then he kisses me. It’s gentle at first, his lips just skimming mine like a butterfly touching a flower, but then it deepens slowly until we’re eating at each other’s mouths. I struggle to get closer.
His big hands urge me up, and I find myself straddling him. I clutch onto his broad shoulders and look down at him. His eyes have twin flames burning in the golden depths, and the moonlight touches his broad Scandinavian cheekbones and that full mouth so soft amongst the sharp features.
“Ride me, Cary,” he whispers, his accent very strong. “I would see you naked atop me in the moonlight.”
“Here?” I say, scandalised. “What about the security cameras?”
“The land is protected with ancient charms that prevent cameras from seeing magic.”
“Well, I’m not magic, and I have no desire to feature on the local news.”
“You are with me, so you are cloaked in the same ancient charms that cover this place.”
“Why are they there?”
He cocks his head. “It is Arthur’s palace. None shall see him.”
“Well, not now. He’s long gone.”
“Ah, maybe he is not as gone as you think.” My mouth drops open, and he smiles. “Mayhap he slumbers, waiting for the call the same way I have done for centuries.”
“You mean he could wake up at any moment? What about Merlin? Did you know him?”
He rolls his eyes. “Pesky mage. Such a know-it-all.”
The affection is deep in his voice, but before I can ask him another question, he slides his thumb over my lower lip. “So full and pretty,” he breathes and gasps as I take it into my mouth and suck hard. His face is suddenly all angles, his breath coming quickly, and the passion roars back.
“Ride me,” he says hoarsely. “I want to be naked here, where a great castle once stood. So many nights I would stand on the battlements listening to the sounds of revelry while I yearned for someone for me. And now here you are, Cary.”
“I’m so glad I am.” The sincerity is very evident in my voice, and he smiles up at me as if I’m impossibly charming. Not an expression I usually get from the men I know.
I take off my coat and immediately shiver. “I’m not sure it’s the weather for nakedness. Not when you’re human, anyway.”
He cocks his head and then straightens and snaps his fingers. Pink and gold sparks explode into the air, and I tip my head back, watching them shoot up into the night sky. Then I feel a decidedly warm, gentle breeze.
“Sigurd?” I say.
He smiles. “You wished for heat, I believe.”
“Can you also deliver on the lottery?” I shake my head. “Don’t bother. This is miles better.”
He chuckles, and soon heat surrounds me. So much heat, in fact, that I feel sweat beginning to run down my face.
“Sigurd,” I say warningly, and he chuckles.
“I am merely creating the ambient temperature for clothes removal.”
“What a philanthropist you are.” I pull off my jumper quickly, eager to get on with our plans, and he kindly ignores that I nearly remove my own eyebrows at the same time. Then I kick off my socks and shoes. I pause with my hand on my zipper. “You’re positive no one can see me?”
“No one will ever see you,” he replies, and there’s a hardness to his voice, like he’s making a decree. But then he blinks, and he’s back to the sweet, dragony man I know.
I nod and quickly strip off my jeans and my briefs, and there I am.
Standing naked in Tintagel. Standing naked in front of a dragon in Tintagel.
His eyes are hot as he looks at me, and I gasp as I suddenly feel a hand on my back.
It’s so real that I glance back thinking that someone is behind me.
But no one is there. The hand moves, and I distinctly feel fingers trail down my spine.
A wave of heat follows the touch, but there’s no pain—just a tickle.
I look up at Sigurd, and he winks at me.
“Sometimes it is very good to have magic.”
I consider leaping into his lap to hide myself from his gaze, but something stops me. Maybe it’s the honest admiration and lust in his eyes. Whatever it is, it makes me stand straight and shudder as I feel that invisible heat again. An invisible finger runs across my clavicle.
“I would like to bite you there,” he says, his voice low and growly. “Where the skin is soft as silk and close to the bone.”
“I think I would like that,” I admit.
I shift restlessly as the finger runs down my chest. It circles my nipples, and I moan as he pinches one.
The sound is thin and thready in the stillness, and he pauses for a long second, his eyes hungry.
Then he does the same to the other, pulling and twisting it until it’s swollen and throbbing to its own tiny beat.
And all the time he sits there, his hands on his thighs and his golden eyes bright and avid.
The invisible touch moves down, tracing the lines of my ribs and moving in to circle my belly button.
My cock is hard and throbbing, its head glossy, but he ignores it and traces my hip and then inwards, tracking the place where my thigh meets my groin.
He lingers there, stroking through my pubic hair.
I shift from foot to foot, aching and suddenly desperate to get his hands on me. “Touch me,” I plead.
“I am.”
“More.” I grip my cock. “Touch me here. I need it so badly.”
I curse as the invisible finger swats my hand away and then goes back to tracing my hips. It moves around, skimming over my buttocks, and his eyes are full of want.
“These sweet curves leading to those long legs. Beautiful.” He pinches my bum, smiling as I curse, and then as quick as a flash, the touch moves and sweeps down the length of my cock.
My shout is loud, and I sincerely hope there aren’t any more magical creatures around.
Then I forget my concerns as the one finger becomes three.
He rubs across my belly, and before I can speak, he wraps them around my cock.
I look down, and it’s odd to see my foreskin being pulled up and down as the invisible hand jerks me off.
“I can’t work out whether this is weird or the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I admit.
His chuckle is low and filthy. “Can it not be both?”
“Good point.” I stand taller and tilt my hips into his touch. “It’s so good,” I breathe. The grip is perfect—hard but not too hard, gathering my precome to grease the slide and lowering occasionally to cup and squeeze my balls.
I’m on the edge before I even notice the heat sparking down my spine and gathering in the base of my cock. I shove into his fist and then cry out as the touch vanishes.
“No. Come back,” I say, panting. I grip my shaft, needing just one more stroke to come.
“No,” he says firmly.
I drop my hand. He’s watching me with an avid, restless gleam in his eyes.
“Come and ride me,” he says hoarsely.
I start towards him instantly, no thought of holding out, needing him inside me more than I need to breathe. “You’re still dressed. That is not a good state of affairs.”
He gives a lazy flick of his hand, and his clothes immediately vanish, leaving him sitting naked on the grass, leaning back against the wall of one of the ruins.
My eyes narrow. “Why didn’t you do that for me?”
He winks. “Where would the fun be in that, elskling?”
I shake my head, and in two strides, I’m standing over him, straddling his thighs.
He looks beautiful, almost fey, with the moonlight limning the sharp angles of his bone structure.
He stretches his long legs out and fists his huge cock.
The gold Prince Albert piercing catches the moonlight and gleams coldly. “Come here.”
I lower myself into his lap and wind my arms around his neck.
I tug and he bends easily, taking my mouth with a soft sigh that sounds like happiness.
Our lips cling, and our tongues tangle as our hands begin to roam.
He cups my shoulders and then traces the length of my spine, and I groan as he fists our cocks together in one big hand.
The feeling as they slide together is sublime.
He’s leaking precome everywhere, and it makes everything warm and silky smooth—like lying in a bath and touching myself.
His cock is rock hard, and I writhe against it, pressing down and watching our lengths moving in and out of his grip.
I kiss him again, tugging at his lip with my teeth and pulling back before licking into his mouth, and all while grinding on him. His other hand moves restlessly, his nails biting into my buttocks as he cups one, pulling me even tighter against him.
I pull away with a cry, my head falling back. “I want you inside me. I want to ride you.”
He lets go of our cocks, and the cold air is a shock to my overheated skin. I grab his shoulders and lift my hips, but when the flared head presses my opening, I freeze. “Lube?” I say. “You’ll tear me apart with that thing.”
He lowers his head, resting his face against my throat. I can feel the tickle of his eyelashes. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” I say instantly, the sincerity stark.
He meets my gaze and the flames in his eyes dance in the molten depths. “I can take you without lube. You do not need it. I produce all you need.”
That quiet admission turns me on unbearably. “You can?”
“I do not have a condom, but I want you to know that I cannot pass anything on to you that would harm you.”
“Really?”
He nods. “I cannot do anything that will cause harm to you.”
“Is that your dragon nature?”
“Partly.”
He grips my hips and his heat melts my thoughts. “You can really come inside me?” I ask breathily.
He swallows hard. “If you wish.”
I nod and kiss him. When I pull away, I whisper, “Do it.”
The flames in his eyes flare brighter, and then his hand shuttles against my bum. One long finger tickles my opening, and coats me with a warm, slick substance. I clench my teeth as he slides his finger into me.
“Oh fuck, that feels amazing,” I breathe.