He shuddered with a slight intake of breath. When I glanced down, I saw that the bulge in his pants had grown. His erection was hard and tenting now.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked.
I already knew the answer. I wanted to hear him say it, to luxuriate in his own pleasure.
Muzo shivered again, pressing his back against me like a magnet was pulling him. “Yeah,” he whispered. “The massage and everything feels really good.”
To accentuate his comment, I ran my oil-slick hands over his shoulders and down the front of his chest. Muzo gasped. My fingers brushed past his nipples, earning a squirm and a squeak of pleasure. My hands paused at his belly, where a fluffy line of dark hair disappeared under the waistband of his pants. Muzo inhaled shakily and went taut.
“Are you gonna...?” he asked.
“I want to,” I confirmed. “Doyouwant it?”
“Yes,” he blurted. “Is that even a question?”
“I’ll never touch you in ways you don’t like. My only wish is to protect you and pleasure you in equal measure.”
Muzo let out a blissful sigh as he relaxed his full weight against me. “Y’know, you should write a book or something. You have such a way with words. Even that card you wrote gave me the jitters, in a good way.”
Now there was something I had never been told. People said I was blunt and straightforward, to the point of carelessness sometimes.
“Really?” I asked.
Muzo tilted his head back so he looked at me upside-down. “Yup. I think it’s ‘cause you’re so honest. Your words come from the heart.” He beamed, his smile reaching his eyes. “It’s really sweet.”
Fondness shone in Muzo’s eyes. It struck a chord in my soul. We hadn’t discussed being fated mates—I didn’t even know if he realized it yet—but the love was there. It was in the way he looked at me with unconditional trust and honest affection.
With his head tilted back, he was at the perfect angle to kiss him. So I did.
I leaned down and pressed our mouths together. Muzo sighed into the kiss. The sensation of his warm breath over my sensitive lips made me shiver. I snaked my tongue into his mouth, gentle and probing. To my surprise, he met it with unbridled fervor. He’d gained enough confidence to kiss me passionately, to twist his slippery wet tongue against mine.
The kiss fanned the flames of my arousal. I was painfully hard—too hard to stand the confines of my pants anymore. Without breaking the kiss, I undid my belt and unzipped with one hand. I shoved my pants down past my hips so my cock was free to tent my briefs instead. Instant relief washed over me.
“Whoa,” Muzo said. He stared over his shoulder, wide-eyed at the bulge in my underwear. A hungry look crept into his gaze.
But I wasn’t done with him yet. He gave me permission to touch him, and I wasn’t about to waste it.
While Muzo ogled me, I slipped my hand beneath his jeans. He let out a yelp that melted into a moan as my fingers brushed against his sensitive cock. He was hard, and though it was proportionate to his lithe body, his cock was much smaller than mine. I could fit his entire erection in my hand—which is exactly what I did.
Muzo’s spine went rigid. He cried out, his back flush against my chest. The delicious sound made my cock twitch.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
He made an undecipherable noise accompanied by a firm nod. That was enough encouragement to continue. Muzo whined with need, cuddling up to me as I touched him. The warm weight of his body against my chest was delightful. I rearranged my position so my legs stretched out on either side of Muzo. He sat between them, fully engulfed by my presence. Safe. Secure.
“Cobalt,” Muzo whimpered. The throaty hitch in his voice drove me wild. “You’re gonna make me... y’know...”
My lips brushed his temple as I spoke. “Say it.”
Muzo swallowed, his throat bobbing. “Gonna make me come.”
I lowered my voice. “Iwantyou to come.”
A full-body shiver wracked Muzo. He tossed his head back with a high keening sound. My hand worked faster, speeding into a steady rhythm. My warm, oil-slick palm slid up and down his throbbing shaft. Each pump made Muzo hiss with pleasure. He twitched violently, pushing up against my chest as far as he’d go, as if trying to become one with me.
My dragon soul pulsed. I wanted to bite him—claim him.
Not yet.
