Chapter 22 #2
The realization gave him courage. Alric didn’t question it, didn’t let doubts rob him of this moment. He stood and stripped off his shirt in one go, throwing it to the side. “Come here.”
“That’s the spirit!” Cameron cheered, a victorious fist punching the air.
He bounced right into Alric’s arms, throwing both of his around Alric’s shoulders.
Alric latched onto his waist and kissed him urgently, needing to taste him after that strip show.
Cameron smiled a little as he kissed him, hands sweeping down Alric’s back in a warm caress.
His touch didn’t falter, didn’t show any difference between damaged skin and good.
Alric felt tears prick at his eyes as he realized all over again that Cameron truly did not care. All he wanted was Alric.
And Alric was perfectly alright with Cameron having all of him.
Those very capable hands dipped down, tracing and shaping Alric’s ass. Cameron’s mouth trailed down his jaw and neck, nipping at the skin lightly. “Yes or no?”
Many lovers had held the opinion that because Alric was so dominant in personality he wouldn’t care to be taken. It was an erroneous assumption. “I like it either way. Giving and taking is pleasurable to me. You’re welcome to take me tonight.”
Cameron’s smile turned a little more wicked, definitely hungrier. “Please and thank you.” Cameron took him by the hand, leading him toward the bed.
Alric followed, and for the first time in memory, he wasn’t nervous about following a lover to bed. He wasn’t shy under Cameron’s eyes or felt the need to arrange them so that Cameron couldn’t readily see his chest. If anything, Cameron’s greedy gaze left him feeling powerful and desired.
His lover crawled to the center of the bed and sat on his knees, hand extended toward Alric. With his own grin, Alric shoved down his pants and socks, stepping away from the pile and leaving himself open to Cameron’s perusal.
“Yes. All of that,” Cameron said huskily, waving his hand toward Alric’s entire body. “I want all of that now.”
They came together in a tangle of limbs and laughter, their hands exploring each other and finding sensitive spots.
Skin rubbed against skin, lighting a hundred little fires across Alric’s body.
Nothing had ever felt so perfect to him.
Every touch, every gasp and laugh added a new bubble of joy to his blood.
Unable to comfortably lean on his left side, Alric sat up instead, straddling Cameron’s thighs.
He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Cameron’s straining cock and slowly stroked him.
Cameron lay back, hands over his head while fingers dug deep into the pillow.
Cameron watched him through slitted eyes, his damp lips parted on a broken gasp of pleasure.
Tension seemed to hum through his lithe body, pulling muscles taut to the point of trembling.
“That’s good,” he said thickly. “So good. Come here so I can reach you better.”
Good ? Oh, Alric wanted so much more than simply good.
He wanted to drive his sexy little mage insane.
He wanted him writhing, shouting, and maybe even a little begging.
He scooted back and bent down, pressing a series of open-mouthed kisses along the inside of his pelvic bone.
Cameron’s cock nudged his cheek, and a soft moan left his lover when Alric turned his head and nuzzled his thick length with the tip of his nose.
The scent of Cameron’s citrus bodywash and personal musk danced around him. Nothing had ever been so intoxicating.
He continued down, kissing and licking the little divot where his thigh met his torso.
Cameron whimpered and one hand reached down from the pillow to thread through his hair.
His lover didn’t pull him in the direction he wanted, but there was a slight tightening, some impatience in that tug.
There was no question what his Cameron wanted.
His dragon urged the same thing. It growled in Alric’s brain, demanding to lick and taste every inch of the morsel spread before him in his bed. Yes, all of Cameron needed to be savored.
Turning his head, Alric licked a slow stripe up Cameron’s cock with the flat of his tongue.
He paused, swirling his tongue around the tip, before swallowing him down.
Dear god, how long had it been since he’d done this?
Even in his foggiest of memories, it had never been like this.
The sound of Cameron’s panting, the weight of his perfect dick on his tongue.
Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked him slowly, relishing the taste and feel of his satiny skin on his tongue.
Cameron was panting and humming, his skin beautifully flushed, but it wasn’t enough.
Drawing ever so slightly on dragon fire, he heated his breath up so that it was just a few degrees warmer than the average human’s.
He let Cameron’s cock slide from his mouth, and he blew a steady stream from root to tip.
The warm air across wet flesh became the most decadent caress, but also a wicked tease since it came without all the usual friction and pressure.
Cameron spasmed and arched under the onslaught, a gasp of pleasure wringing out of his throat. His head shot up, and he stared at Alric with wide eyes, panting for breath. “Oh. My. God.”
Wicked need flashed through Alric. That was more of the reaction he looked for. “Still good?” he teased.
Cameron made a sound like he was swallowing his tongue.
“Want me to do it again?”
“Yes please,” Cameron responded faintly.
Alric repeated the process, leaving Cameron gasping and squirming, back arching.
His breath shook, glazed eyes on Alric. Alric was content to do this all night long, to bring Cameron to the peak of pleasure over and over again, but not tonight.
Not their first time together. He wanted more. Needed so much more.
With his face pressed to Cameron’s skin, he smelled of magic and citrus, but so much more. He was flesh and sweat and desire. He smelled like… MINE .
Alric paused, clenching his teeth as his dragon tossed its head up with a greedy roar.
In all his nearly seven hundred years, he and his dragon had always been of accord.
His dragon was content to allow his human side to remain in the driver’s seat in all things, but since he’d met Cameron his dragon had been making more insistent demands.
Claim. Protect. Devour. Mine. Mine. Mine.
And while he was horrified by his dragon’s ceaseless demands, there was a part of his human side that completely agreed. Cameron was his and his alone.
“Alric?” Cameron’s voice was soft and needy, but there was a thread of worry that helped Alric climb back into control.
Lifting his head to meet Cameron’s sharp eyes, Alric gasped out, “Need you.”
Knowing his eyes must be flashing gold with the depth of his emotions, Alric felt a surge of gratification and lust when Cameron displayed no fear.
Instead, his eyes widened with wonder, and he eagerly nodded before he pushed into a seated position.
Alric crawled across the bed to the nightstand, grabbing the cream hidden in the top drawer.
The jar was one of the preferred porcelain types the mages liked to use.
He lifted the stopper top out and dipped two fingers in before reaching behind and stretching himself on a sigh.
The burn was sharper than he expected as muscles resisted the sudden intrusion.
Alric couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d bottomed for anyone.
“I think that’s my job, sexy,” Cameron breathed against his ear. He pulled on Alric’s hip, toppling him to the mattress in an easy, gentle roll.
Alric went with it, letting Cameron arrange his legs on either side of his slender body before he snatched up the jar.
He made quick work of slicking up his fingers, but then the world slowed down again.
As if his lover was treasuring this moment as well.
Cameron traced the puckered ring for a moment, teasing him.
Bending his head, Cameron pressed a kiss to the side of Alric’s knee and then another on the inside of his thigh.
“Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of touching you?” Cameron whispered against his skin. His hot breath brushed against him, leaving behind goosebumps.
“Twenty minutes,” Alric said, trying to sound unaffected and failing miserably.
“Weeks,” Cameron replied. Though, Alric wasn’t sure if he’d heard him correctly. Cameron had pushed his finger inside as he spoke, and Alric moaned. The burn was gone now, replaced with pleasure and building need. Cameron worked him slowly, kissing up his leg while carefully adding a second finger.
Alric let his eyes slide closed, enjoying the sensation.
It was always so much better when he had someone else fingering him.
But this was so much more than someone. This was Cameron.
His Cameron with the intoxicating laugh and winsome smile exploring his body with his hands and mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of Alric.
His own hand didn’t bring as much pleasure.
His Cameron was setting him on fire, leaving his leg trembling and dick throbbing for release.
For the moment, his dragon was silent, seeming to revel in Cameron’s touch as much as Alric.
“You can’t help it, can you? Always so sexy,” Cameron murmured.
Alric had never heard Cameron’s voice dip so low and rough.
His lover brushed his lips across Alric’s cock, and he hissed as pleasure crackled through him, straining his fragile hold on his control.
“I’m so tempted to see if I can make you come just like this.
” Cameron twisted his fingers deep inside him, brushing lightly over his prostate.
The jolt knocked the breath from Alric’s lungs.