But Thystle demanded my voice. I didn’t want to refuse him.
If anybody knew the truth and accepted me for it, my heart told me it would be Thystle. I wasn’t ready to tell him yet, but the least I could do was let himhearme.
I dragged myself back to the present. I focused on the sensations coursing through my body. Thystle’s hand stroked my sensitive flesh up and down in a steady rhythm. Each brush of his skin against mine zapped my blood. The arousal pooling in the pit of my stomach burned, growing hotter every second.
As Thystle gently squeezed my cock, a moan slipped out of me. It was soft, barely voiced, but it was there.
A feral grin split Thystle’s mouth. His eyes flashed with desire.
He liked that.
“Your voice is so hot, Matteo,” he murmured. His dragon’s growl slipped in, roughing up his tone and revealing his wilder side.
The comment made me flush. I’d heard it before in my past life, but never in this context. This wasn’t my singing voice, and I didn’t intend to put on a performance. Any sound that came out of me now was raw, organic. It was for Thystle alone.
He rubbed his thumb up along the bottom of my shaft, teasing my head. I shuddered and let out a shaky moan that only encouraged Thystle more. He looked crazed with lust as he leaned in, breathing hard, his lips inches from the tip of my cock.
“Yes, let me hear you,” he rasped. He sounded more dragon than human.
Lust sizzled inside my belly. Being wanted like this turned me on fiercely. I wanted to reward Thystle with whatever he desired.
A second later, Thystle wrapped his lips around the head of my cock—and he got exactly what he wanted.
A brazen cry ripped from my throat. The sound of it shocked me. It had been ages since I’d been so loud.
Thystle’s mouth around my cock curved into a grin. He loved it. He wanted me to keep going. To speed things along, he sucked my sensitive flesh and earned another moan in return.
“Good,” Thystle growled excitedly. “More.”
He dove back in, engulfing my cock. The velvety wet heat of Thystle’s mouth beckoned me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I bucked my hips instinctively, plunging my cock into that addicting feeling. Thystle easily kept up with my pace. A growl rumbled in his throat as he blew me. The vibration of it made everything ten times hotter.
I felt delirious with pleasure. I let out moans and cries without a care in the world anymore. Sweat drenched my body as the heat of arousal burned within me. The pillow and sheets beneath me were soaked.
And they weren’t the only thing, either. My hole twitched, leaking slick. Thystle awakened my omega instincts. If he kept teasing me, I’d lose my fucking mind.
“Fuck me,” I blurted out.
Too late. I’d already lost it.
Thystle’s eyes widened. His pupils had narrowed into draconic slits, like he was partially transformed. It was beyond sexy.
Unfortunately for my empty hole, Thystle had the mental fortitude to resist.
“We shouldn’t. Not yet,” he growled, sounding as disappointed as I felt. Then he lifted his hand. “But Icando this...”
I gasped as two of his fingers slipped effortlessly into my slick hole. I was so wet that there was barely any friction. Pleasure rocketed up my spine as Thystle angled his fingers, thrusting in and out. As if I wasn’t unhinged enough, his mouth captured my cock again.
White hot pleasure crashed into me like a tidal wave. I lost control of myself. My back arched. My hips bucked.
When I came, I let out a loud, ragged scream.
Thystle paused for a split second. He didn’t move as my throbbing cock emptied down his throat. A moment later, whatever spell came over him broke. He gulped it all down before popping off with a wet sound.
Meanwhile, I collapsed against the pillow. Stars danced in my vision. I fought for breath until the dizzy spell faded. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard—orscreamedso loud.
Suddenly, I sat upright. Thystle hadn’t finished yet. I couldn’t leave him hanging.
“What about—” I began, then cut myself short.
