He sucked in a sharp breath, but he didn’t draw away. I realised he was trembling. Archer Talbot was trembling, and it was because of me. I couldn’t tell what was uppermost in mythoughts—lust or this ridiculously soft feeling that he brought out in me. All I knew was that he was touching me.
I was scared to move or say anything, in case it drove him away.
Chapter Nineteen
ARCHER
You’re needed for a rescue mission. I’m at Lacey’s,Mia had messaged when I was extinguishing the forge for the night.
Ollie went into the maze? I checked.
Of course.
I went looking for Tim, intending to send him to rescue Ollie. Anything to delay the uncomfortable moment when I’d have to speak to Ollie again and hope he didn’t mention the kiss. That stupid, self-indulgent kiss must have confused the hell out of him. He hadn’t objected—if anything, he seemed to want the same thing I did. But I couldn’t be sure. He might not understand his own motives. He was used to obeying the head of a family, and he might be trying to please me without realising it. I couldn’t let this happen.
Tim’s bike was gone, and I swore. I had no choice since dusk was falling, the air was growing damp, and Ollie was trapped in a strange place, surrounded by ominously high hedges. I was desperate for a cup of tea, but I couldn’t leave him there for another moment alone.
The relief on his face when he saw me confirmed I’d been right to hurry. But it did more than that—it left me helpless under the impact of his smile. Ollie smiled with his whole body, his stance happy and open, his eyes sparkling, those full lips that had opened so eagerly beneath mine now curving welcomingly.
When he mentioned the loss of his treasure, his happiness dimmed. I didn’t know I was going to touch him, let alone so intimately, but I needed to be sure there were no shadows left in him after what had happened.
His lips brushed my palm, soft, gentle, yet electricity jolted through me. I should pull away, I should walk away, I should tell him no. But I couldn’t. Iwanted.
He was looking at me, blue eyes growing steadily darker.
“Are you sure?” I asked, and my voice was husky,needvibrating through me.
“Oh my God, shutup,”he said, and reached up to kiss me. His lips were full, soft and warm, and the tip of his tongue teased against my lips until, with something like a sob forming deep in my chest, I gave in to the inevitable and opened up to him.
He was insistent and confident as he explored my mouth, and I finally believed that he meant it, that hedidwant this.
I folded my arms around him, dragged him even closer and kissed him back, my tongue pushing into his mouth as my hands reached lower to his perfect, round arse, pulling him tight against me until he groaned.
He was rocking slightly, pushing his hardening cock against me, and though I didn’t want this moment to end, I needed to get him naked.
I pulled away. “Back to the house,” I said, and his eyes flared even darker before he latched onto my hand, like he had a plan.
Amused, I let him tug me a couple of paces before he stopped dead. “I don’t know how to get out of here,” he realised.
I pulled him in the opposite direction from the way he’d tried to go, and he came so easily, so willingly, that I was already hard at the prospect of how he’d be when I fucked him.
OLLIE
Dragons were strong, even in human form. Though I wasn’t the biggest guy around, when I was with humans, I was usually the strongest. To be towed in Archer’s forceful wakeas if I weighed nothing was a new experience for me, and I was disturbed to find how much I liked it. Him taking charge, moving me around how he wanted.
For fuck’s sake, who had put the maze so far from the house? Finally, we crossed the bridge, though as he pushed open the front door, a cold wave of reality washed over me.
I’d had visions of going to his room but it was almost supper time, and we’d be missed. We’d also have to keep the noise down, when all I wanted was to come completely undone as he fucked me. “Tim and Mia?” I asked.
“Out,” he said, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he towed me up the stairs after him.
Once through the bedroom door, with it closed firmly behind us, instead of pinning me to the nearest surface and taking me, he stepped away. “Ollie,” he started, his voice low and strained. “Do you really want—”
I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my very hard cock. “Does that answer your question?”
His chest was rising and falling so fast, and I was mesmerised by the way his t-shirt was stretched across it. I plastered my hands against his chest, feeling the movement as he breathed, the warmth of his pecs, and my thumbs found his nipples through soft cotton.
He gasped as I rubbed my fingertips over them. It was as if I’d awoken a sleeping dragon because he dragged me to him and kissed me, his tongue bold and demanding against mine, until I was helpless under the onslaught.
