“It doesn’t matter, then. In time you’ll understand. I’ll see to it.”
“Yes, sir.” Walter plucked at the buttons of Grimbold’s shirt, undoing them all one by one. “Can you see to it while wearing less clothing?”
“You’re actually a bit of a minx, aren’t you?”
Walter slipped off Grimbold’s lap. “I want to see you naked.”
“Get on the bed, then.”
“Should I disrobe?”
Grimbold was aghast. “No! I wish to unwrap my present myself.”
Walter rolled his eyes and smiled a little, both things that gave Grimbold great pleasure, then arranged himself artfully on the bed and watched Grimbold undress with frankly curious eyes.
“You’re very beautiful,” Walter said gravely. “All dragons are, of course, but you’re the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.”
“And you are the most lovely omega.”
The boy looked annoyed. “I met Vadim and Ingrid today. Both were a million times more gorgeous than me. And Matthieu, your son’s mate, is far more attractive. I am plain. Pale. Washed out.”
“Orange is not your color, I’ll give you that. But purple most assuredly is.” Grimbold climbed onto the bed and over silken violet-hued bedclothes to the prize reclining there. “I wish you could see what I do. Your hair is burnished gold, your skin is the most delicate pearl, and your eyes burn like blue fire.”
Grimbold untied the boy’s sash and pulled off the offending orange robe, only to toss it across the room. Walter’s revealed body was every bit as lovely as Grimbold had predicted. He was slim and graceful, with silky hair, a smattering of freckles, and a cock that was already more than half-hard. The boy did want him, or at the very least his body did.
He made himself stop staring at Walter’s body and looked back into his burning eyes. “I want to kiss you.”
Walter held his arms out. “Then kiss me, sir.”
Grimbold held back no longer. He started slowly, with good intentions, but Walter’s mouth was a sugary drug he couldn’t get enough of. The kisses deepened and lengthened as Grimbold’s hunger, instead of being sated, increased tenfold. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
“Please,” Walter moaned. “Please. That. All of that.”
So Grimbold explored the boy’s body with fingers and palms and lips and teeth and tongue. He investigated each ridge and dip, curve and angle, and inch of satiny skin. Walter was perfect in every way. He was extremely responsive, moving into Grimbold’s caress like an affectionate kitten. Touching the boy was intoxicating. Grimbold was beginning to wonder if a millennium with Walter would be enough time.
Mine mine mine,the dragon roared within him and Walter smiled up at him, dazed and aroused and also pleased.
“Yours,” he agreed.
Grimbold felt a wave of possession sweep through him with bone-crushing pain and intensity.Mine,he thought, he and his dragon in concert with each other.
“I need more.” Walter’s voice was nearly a whine. “Please, sir.”
“Touch yourself.”
The boy looked bewildered. “What?”
“Hand on your cock. Stroke yourself exactly the way you like it. Yes. Just like that.” Grimbold ran his finger along the slit of Walter’s hard cock where it leaked precum. He brought a drop of it to his lips. Bitter and sweet and luscious.
Walter moaned and Grimbold kissed him again. “Such a good boy. Now spread your legs. Wider. That’s it.”
Grimbold cupped Walter’s firm ass in his hands and lifted the boy’s body. “Did I say stop stroking?”
“No,” Walter whimpered, his hand moving even faster over his prick.
“Good boy.” Grimbold swiped his tongue over the boy’s hole and he jumped. He tightened his hold on Walter. “You’ll like this, I promise.”
What came out of Walter’s mouth sounded tortured and was completely incoherent.
