"It will, ah, be difficult for me to control myself if you press onward," I said.
Taylor's palms pressed into my hip bones. He glanced up at me. "Who said I want you to control yourself?"
A wave of relief hit me. I understood now. This raw attraction was mutual.
Was that all it was, though? Simple attraction?
I didn't think so. It was too powerful, like comparing a summer drizzle to a typhoon—and what I felt towards Taylor was definitely the latter.
A pleasured growl rolled in my throat as Taylor's palm stroked across the front of my briefs. His large hands radiated warmth. My cock twitched beneath his touch, desperate after only a few seconds. Soon, I was hard enough that the fabric fought to stay in one piece.
"Pent up?" Taylor teased in that coy, calm voice I found so alluring.
"How can I help myself when a kitty is teasing me?"
Taylor snorted. "Call me a kitty again and see what happens."
My curiosity got the best of me. "What will happen, kitty?"
Taylor squeezed my sensitive cock. It was firm yet gentle, just enough to make me gasp from surprise.
"You made it sound like a threat," I said, a bit breathless.
"I can go harder." Teasing again.
I chuckled. "I give. Touch me however you like."
Taylor's palm pressed into the base of my cock and slowly moved up. That earned another groan from me. His thumb caressed the tip in a languid swirling motion, then he suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Taylor took a breath. His glassy, lust-filled eyes didn'tlooklike he wanted to stop, but his willpower was strong.
"Should we be doing this?" Taylor mumbled. "Isn't the whole point of this show to find your fated mate?"
The words were on the tip of my tongue:I've already found him.
"Fooling around in secret won't stop the Games," I said instead.
Taylor pointedly raised a brow. "I feel like it's against the rules."
I huffed. He turned me on too much for me to care about logic. "It's a reality TV show, not a presidential race. Besides, I'm the one who initiated it by visiting you after hours. They can't exactly throwmeoff the show, can they?"
Taylor smirked. "Guess not." He dipped his thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and pulled down. "Good thing you're immune to the rules..."
I hissed as my hard cock popped out of my underwear. The cool air against my hot flesh made me shiver. Taylor examined my cock closely, like a tiger stalking his prey.
"Hey," I said. "Since when did I become nude while you're still fully dressed?"
Taylor grinned. "Since you decided to strip for my benefit."
"Ah, yes, the hidden mic. Found one yet?"
"Not yet." Taylor wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock. "I'll keep searching."
I blew out a shaky breath as Taylor gently moved up my shaft. Every movement sent electric currents tingling across my skin. My whole body felt ready to explode.
Naked and at the mercy of a teasing omega... what a vulnerable position for an alpha dragon to be in.
