He wasn’t feeling soft and fuzzy, and he didn’t want to feel sad. He wanted to feel like he was going to set himself on fire, like he was the hottest thing on the planet, on multiple planets.
Or just to Evander, that worked too.
Evander licked a line of fire up his neck. “Got it. Mood on.”
“Uh-huh.” Why wasn’t Ev naked?
“Because I want to see you. Taste you. Do I need to put the food away, sweet? So it will be good later?”
How on earth was Evander so coherent? It simply didn’t make sense.
“I suppose I—— Do you want to stop and put the food away?” Was he that easy to walk away from?
“I’ll put the food away. You wait here. I want you.”
It didn’t feel like this desperate want like he was feeling. It felt like Evander was totally in control. He supposed that was good, except when it wasn’t.
Maybe it was the hunt that was exciting to Evander, not anything else.
Perhaps now that he’d admitted he was here, he was less appealing. He hadn’t run for very long; he hadn’t played hard to get at all. In fact, he was sort of like “Here. I’m right here. Take me,” and that was probably bad.
Was that bad? It didn’t feel bad. It felt necessary.
Suddenly, Evander was right there, standing over him, staring down at him with shining blue eyes. “You think too much. I need you.”
“How can I do anything but?—”
Evander’s lips crashed down on his, sending his thoughts shattering, causing any ideas that he had to just skitter away.
That was probably good because he was thinking too much. But with Evander’s hands on him and his mouth being devoured the way it was, there was no way he could doubt how much Evander wanted him. With Evander’s dick pressing against his belly, huge and hard and hot as a brand, he kind of knew that maybe he was wrong about Ev’s level of desperation.
Ev’s hand began to slide over his body, pushing here and pinching there. Short nails barely scraped down along his rib cage—hard enough so that it didn’t tickle, but that it burned in the best possible way.
He wanted to respond in kind, but his hands felt like they couldn’t quite figure out what to do. They found Evander’s skin and they stopped there, just soaking in this amazing heat, fascinated by the planes and curves and muscles.
Evander didn’t seem to mind that all he could do was hold on. The man just took him to new places. Places he’d never been before. One hand slid down over his belly and closed around his cock, and Corbin thought he was going to jump right out of his skin. He was on fire, and his balls were already pulled up. He didn’t know how he was going to bear it if it went any further than this, but it had to because if it didn’t, he might die.
“That would be an absolute waste of a gorgeous dragon.” Then Evander settled between his legs, fingers stroking his cock, his balls, and then slipping down to tap his hole.
It was maddening and wonderful, and he never wanted it to stop, but he needed it to get bigger.
When Evander slid a finger inside him, it felt like he was embarrassingly wet. He couldn’t remember ever being so ready, in fact just from a few kisses and some touches.
He wiggled on the couch, spreading his legs to get more space for Evander to come up on the cushions with him. They were going to have to figure this out, and this was not a big place like a bed.
Evander laughed, the sound booming out, bouncing off of the ceiling and the walls. The man was a force of nature, that strong throat working as he threw his head back. “You are still thinking too much. Obviously, I am not giving you what you need.” Evander shoved two fingers into him, giving him no more warning than that.
He arched and bore down with his entire body, demanding more and harder, his focus on the way those fingers were easing him and stroking him to higher need all at once.
“That’s it, sweet, that’s perfect. I want you desperate for me. Your skin is so hot. Such a beautiful color, this verdant green.” Ev bent down to kiss the tip of his cock, then licked the drops of need that rolled from his slit. “Delicious.”
He reached to touch every bit of Evander he could from here: the long, soft strands of hair, the angular face, the hard and smooth skin. Every so often, he swore he could see horns, sprouting from the top of Evander’s head, but they didn’t. He knew they didn’t.
They couldn’t, could they? Maybe it was an illusion, sort of like something his brother Cullen could do, or maybe it was just his fantasy of the horned hunt being right here in his living room. One way or the other didn’t matter, not when Ev sucked him in and put another finger inside of him. Getting him ready.
He wanted that knot so badly, and he knew that he was going to have to be stretched in order to take it.
His balls got tight and he barked out a self-warning. “I can’t wait. Please, I want to be on you, want you inside me when I shoot. Please.”
