The slight roughness of Elouan’s hands felt sublime, delivering a tiny scrape as they caressed Jules’s sensitive neck. Jules trembled at the memory of beard stubble against his face. What would those rough fingers feel like on his neck scales?
The intriguing bulge in Elouan’s jeans came to mind. Jules kept an additional hoard between the mattress and foundation of his bed, vintage magazines he’d found at yard sales showing men in various stages of undress. Some lifted weights, wearing nothing but shorts and a tank top, while others ran in shorts so thin they left little to the imagination.
Jules possessed a fantastic imagination. While he’d arranged the stones by color, he'd arranged the magazines by the amount of clothing. If Moira looked, she would have first seen the fashion magazines, followed by the sports magazines, then those with tasteful nudes, and finally the collection's highlight—magazines depicting men having sex with other men, the pages worn to near scraps.
The man at the yard sale had noticed the muscle magazines Jules bought, asked his age, then sold him more explicit publications he’d kept stashed in the garage, wrapping them discreetly in an old shirt before handing them over.
Jules had run home and secluded himself in his room for the rest of the day. Okay, maybe several days.
Some men in those magazines boasted muscles similar to Elouan’s, while others more resembled Jules’s slighter but stillmuscular frame. After all, if a dragon didn’t keep its muscles in good shape, it couldn’t fly when the next opportunity presented itself, and Jules’s training sessions with Radomir were excellent at toning.
Some men in the magazines would definitely be impressive as dragons. Couples Jules considered alpha/omega pairings intrigued him the most.
He searched his memory for a couple resembling himself and Elouan. Yeah, what the magazine called a bear and a twink. While the bear seemed so commanding, appealing to Jules’s omega nature, the alpha, or bear, stared tenderly at the omega…er…twink.
Jules unzipped his jeans, shucking them and his boxer briefs down to his knees. He spat into his palm and stroked his cock, already hard and leaking from the mere thought of seeing Elouan naked.
Oh, for his hand to be Elouan’s. Elouan would stroke him, kiss him, and whisper dirty suggestions into his ear. Then Elouan would slip down, slide the head of Jules’s cock between his lips, and….
Oh, Goddess! Jules jerked, fighting a moan as he shot spunk onto his T-shirt. Dream Elouan drank every drop, humming in satisfaction at having made Jules climax so easily.
Jules lay panting on the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. That was…that was…beyond words—and far too brief. He’d never fantasized about a person he knew before, just guys from vintage magazines.
None of them came close to Elouan. Elouan, who gave Jules an incredible orgasm without even being present. Jules snorted at himself. What would the real thing be like? He would’ve been horrified if he’d finished so quickly with in-the-flesh Elouan.
Or would Elouan see a fast finish as a compliment? Probably not, since he likely had plenty of experienced partners who didn’t shoot like a virgin the minute he touched them.
Then again, would Elouan shy away from Jules for never having taken a lover? The guys at university made fun of men who’d never had sex before, calling them losers or incels.
Jules hadn’t had sex with anyone, as he’d heard his whole life that he should save himself for the alpha of his destiny, who he’d then imprint on, and neither would ever want another.
What if he’d found the one who already made him never want another?
A human.
One his dragon also wanted?
Chapter Eight
“You’re in a good mood,” Curtis chirped about two seconds after Elouan entered the front door. Curtis sniffed as Elouan drew closer to the couch. His smile fell. “Oh, you had a date.”
“Yes, I had a date.” One of the better ones in Elouan’s memory, too. Most involved taking a man or woman to bed and forgetting about them five minutes later, not lying on a blanket talking about ambitions, likes, dislikes, and what little he could safely say about his family. Unlike back home, they didn’t immediately start the campaign to become the future king’s consort.
He’d even opened up about his desire to buy abandoned properties and make them livable again.
“With Jules?” Based on Curtis’s scowl, he already knew.
Elouan would have bristled had he been in dragon form. “Yes, Jules.”
“You could do better, you know.” Curtis turned back to watching TV.
But,you could do better?Elouan fought to keep his voice even. Growling would intimidate Curtis’s omega nature and wouldn’t be fair. “What’s wrong with Jules? He’s kind, intelligent…gorgeous.”
Curtis flinched, his voice going soft. “Elouan, you’re my best friend. Probably the best friend I’ve ever had. I only want what’s best for you. I just think you could do better is all.”
Friends. Yes, they were friends, though far too often Elouan took that fact for granted. “And who is right for me then?” Please let Curtis not say himself. They were too much like brothers to even consider more.
“You’re an alpha dragon,” Curtis blurted with all the fervor of ranting,You’re a rockstar!“You should be with an omega dragon from a prominent family.” That sounded more like a quote than Curtis’s normal speech. Wait! Hadn’t others in Father’s court used the same words?
