Well, shit.
I couldn’t blow him beforekissinghim, could I?
A selfish joy danced in my chest. If Rorik had never been kissed, then I would be the first, the only, the last. His lips would be mine—another beloved prize in my hoard.
My dragon simmered close to the surface. I couldn’t help it. I was too eager and happy. But I was distinctly aware of Rorik’s wariness about dragons. I had to control myself, or I’d frighten him away.
I lowered my face until Rorik and I breathed the same air. My entire body tingled. Every sensation felt hypersensitive and vivid.
Locking eyes with Rorik until the last second, I pressed our lips together.
He let out a soft sound, almost imperceptible. He was stiff for a couple moments, then relaxed, brushing his lips against my own.
The sun finally broke through the clouds of my soul.
Yes.
Yes… he’s mine. I know it now.
I didn’t rush. I kissed him slow and easy without tongue, getting him used to the new sensation. Rorik wasn’t passive; he learned fast, responding to the gentle movements of my lips and confidently kissing me back.
Feverish excitement surged through me. Rorik liked this.
I parted my mouth and licked his lower lip. He responded with a soft moan that shot electric sparks down my spine. A second later, I felt the wet heat of his tongue meet mine halfway. It turned me on so fiercely that my cock throbbed painfully in its confines.
I broke apart from the kiss with a gasp. “Hang on.”
Rorik blinked, flustered, as he watched me undress. I fumbled with the button of my pants, then got so frustrated that I tore it off and threw it across the room. Once that hurdle was cleared, the pants came off easily—and hell, my over-shirt shirt too while I was at it.
I breathed hard as I leaned over Rorik again, now dressed only in a white undershirt and a straining pair of boxer-briefs. My hard cock rested on Rorik’s big belly, brushing against it with every movement, separated only by a thin layer of fabric.
“Did you like that?” I asked through heavy breaths.
He nodded slowly.
I grunted. “Say it so I know you mean it.”
Rorik scoffed, a smirk crossing his lips. “I’m notthatweak-willed. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, dragon. I liked it.”
My heart soared. That was exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Good, ‘cause there’s plenty more where that came from,” I said, then dove in to kiss him again.
Our initial chaste kisses descended into a spiral of passion. Our wet, velvety tongues intertwined. I pressed my chest nearer until it was flush against his. As we made out, I was fully lying on top of Rorik—each of his minuscule motions made my cock twitch.
As we kissed, a delightful scent hit my nose. Spicy, floral, musky, sensual. The air was rich with it. Instinctively, I knew it belonged to Rorik—more specifically, it was the scent of his arousal.
I grinned into the kiss. “Having a good time, huh?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice husky and thick.
I sat up and raked my eyes down his body. He was irresistible. I glanced over my shoulder and saw exactly what I expected—Rorik’s erection at full arousal, and the trail of slick leaking from his entrance.
My nostrils flared as I drank the scent in deeper. My dragon instincts went wild. I wanted to plow Rorik into the mattress right now. But I had to wait.
What couldn’t wait, however, was my urge to suck him dry.
I swung my body around so I straddled his chest instead of his waist, and I came face to face with the tip of his cock.
