Walter’s cheeks reddened and his eyes burned with blue flame. He picked his way through the treasure and knelt on the bed, his face buried in his hands and his heart-shaped ass in the air. His hole glistened wetly with slick that made Grimbold’s mouth water. He ran his finger through the moisture, then sank it inside, feeling the tight, wet heat. Walter gasped. “Please.” It came out as a thready moan.
“I need to taste you, sweet.” Grimbold bent his head and licked, the boy’s rich, sinful flavor coating his tongue. He pulled Walter’s cheeks farther apart, then worked his tongue inside the boy.
Walter began to keen. “Now.Please, now. Ican’t…I—”
“Hush. I’m here. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you. Roll over for me.”
Walter whimpered, then moved so he lay on his back. His eyes were wet, his cheeks hot, his mouth slack, and his cock hard and leaking. Grimbold didn’t think he’d ever seen such a gorgeous sight.
Mine! Mate!
He started at the boy’s toes, sucking on them until he screamed, then he moved inch by glacial inch up Walter’s body, licking and stroking, smelling and tasting and touching. His omega was a feast for a dragon’s senses. He lapped at the sugary slick on Walter’s thighs, mouthed his tight sac, then took the boy’s cock into his mouth and swallowed, letting his throat constrict around it.
“Oh, God, I can’t… I’m gonna… please!” Walter cried out as Grimbold mercilessly sucked on his cock.
Mine! Mate! Come! Come now!
And Walter obeyed, as he always did, pouring himself down Grimbold’s throat. It was everything and still not enough.
Walter seemed to agree. “Please don’t stop. Not this time. Please.”
“I’m not anywhere close to done with you, sweet boy.” Grimbold worked his way upward, lavishing kisses on the boy’s hips, navel, collarbones, nipples, arms, wrists, and fingers. At last he captured Walter’s lips. “Are you ready, sweet boy?”
Walter seemed beyond rational discourse. Instead he reached for Grimbold’s cock and slammed their lips together again.
Mine! Now!
Grimbold listened to his dragon, himself, and his lover, and gave all of them what they craved. Coating his cock in Walter’s slick, he pressed slowly into the omega’s tight but welcoming body.
He wanted the sensation to last forever. Hot, velvety pressure; his omega’s sweet, intoxicating scent; their cries of pleasure mingling; the look of absolute wonder in Walter’s flame-colored eyes; and the utter feeling of rightness that overwhelmed him. It had been worth waiting over a thousand years for.
Grimbold took Walter’s cock, already hard again with the blood of heat, and worked him so that they chased their pleasure simultaneously. Sweat rolled down their bodies, the scent of sex hung in the air, and Grimbold was torn between wanting to fill Walter with his seed and wanting their union to never stop.
“I need it,” Walter cried. “Knot me, knot me, knot me!”
Grimbold’s body gave Walter what he most wanted, inflating to lock them together while flooding the boy’s womb with his seed.
“It’s hot. So hot.” Walter shivered, tugging on Grimbold’s knot and making him spasm with pleasure.
He stroked Walter’s hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Walter opened his eyes. “No. I loved it. I love it. I want to do it again. I have a feeling I’m going to beg you very soon. But this is nice, too. I like this. We are… one?” His voice rose, making the statement into a question.
“Yes, darling, sweet boy. We are one.” He ran his thumb over Walter’s cheek. On it now flew a tiny, but distinct, swallow.
15
Wally
A string of pearls tumbled along the length of Wally’s collarbone, pooling in the dip between his clavicle and his shoulder. The beads were cool to the touch and so smooth that Wally was sure they couldn’t be real—how could nature make something so perfect?
Then he looked at Grimbold, who lay beside him, and decided that perfection was not synonymous with simulacrum.
“Have you come back to me, Walter?” Grimbold asked when Wally rolled onto his side, dislodging the pearls from his body. They slid down his chest and landed amongst the sheets, where they joined numerous gold coins, a few fat gemstones, and a ring that appeared to be inlaid with patina copper, antler, and turquoise. Looking for something to distract himself, Wally scooped the ring up from where it lay and worried it between his thumb and index finger. “Are you feeling quite all right?”
“Yes,” Wally conceded. “A little dizzy, and a little thirsty, but I’m fine.”
From the massive piles of riches surrounding the bed, Grimbold produced a gold-plated water bottle, which he handed to Wally without a word. Wally accepted it, lifted the spout, and drank. Ice-cold water washed over his tongue, and he felt it travel all the way down his throat to his stomach.
