Takashi risked a glance up, and the heat in Zack’s eyes was a blaze that warmed Takashi’s heart. He had dulled his psychic sense to protect Zack from his own fears and, in turn, had lessened his ability to feel Zack’s lust. He dared to open himself a fraction, and the flood of Zack’s desire rocked him backward.
Zack reached down and gently threaded his fingers through Takashi’s hair. His smile turned smug. “Now you’re distracted.”
“Can’t blame me. I like looking at my very attractive, smart boyfriend,” Takashi replied.
“I’ll start talking when your mouth starts working,” Zack teased.
“All right, then.” Takashi smiled up at him, and the joy in Zack’s face made his heart swell.
And Nell would rob him of Zack. Would have him ruin everything he had spent his whole life wishing for and the last three months actively working to build so that she could destroy the Great Lakes Coven and add more to her own empire.
Takashi had been a fool to think she was satisfied ruling from her sanctuary without ambition. He had traveled the world, had spoken with countless vampires. None of them were ever sated. Why had he believed she was different? Because she claimed it?
If not for Zack tugging him into bed with Roger, Takashi might have remained Nell’s loyal lieutenant. She was the best of the masters he knew.
But she never saw him as more than an assistant.
Roger and Zack had seen more in him. He had known Roger was his chance at freedom. But Zack?
Zack was always the surprise.
Zack tapped one finger against the end of Takashi’s nose. “When I get older, am I going to get lost in my own head all the time?”
Wanting to seize the moment he was living, Takashi pushed aside his worries. He had meant his words when he declared he intended to cherish Zack. His grin returned. “Perhaps not. But you’ll likely learn patience.”
“I can be patient, if it’s worth the time,” Zack replied.
“Mm. I’ll make sure it is.” Takashi leaned forward again, sighing happily as Zack threaded his hand into his hair once more, and began to kiss near the root of Zack’s cock. With one hand, he kept him pinned against the desk. The other he used to slowly stroke Zack. Between kisses, he added, “You’re supposed to be telling me about what you learned.”
“There are seven kinds of dragon,” Zack said quickly. A moan underscored his words, as if ready to erupt with the right pressure. “Earth, air, water, fire—those are the obvious ones. Then there’s radiant, umbral, and spirit. I swear spirit’s just a catch-all term for ‘we built everything around elements.’ They like their hoards—material, people, land, anything that can be stockpiled.”
Takashi hummed as he began to lick Zack’s member in long slides. Whenever he reached his tip, he brushed it against his lips, teasing that he might draw it into his mouth, but he didn’t.
Zack groaned throatily and nudged forward. Takashi put a little more pressure into his hold on him. Zack could’ve overpowered him, but he didn’t, choosing to remain against the desk.
“There’s this guy who thought all the gods might be dragons,” Zack said. Soft moans interrupted his speech. “Because of their magic and their shapeshifting. It’d be a good scam. Just convincing people you’re so powerful you deserve the best of their stuff? And some people think that they’re from another dimension entirely. That they brought life with them—and Takashi,please, I need to feel more of your mouth than that.”
With a little laugh and a devious idea, Takashi spun Zack around. He spread his cheeks and licked close to his hole. Zack held on to the desk with both hands and whined loudly. His pleas turned into a loud, grateful moan when Takashi pushed his tongue into his hole. But Zack had stopped talking, so Takashi slipped his tongue out and rested his cheek against Zack’s butt cheek, nose brushing along his sensitive skin.
“Oh, comeon,” Zack complained.
“I like the sound of your voice,” Takashi murmured. He kissed Zack tenderly.
“It’s taking all my fucking control not to spin around and pin you to the fucking floor and fuck you,” Zack said, his voice going low and rough.
A sliver of ethereal quality echoed in his words, bringing out a deeper resonance that went straight to Takashi’s already hard cock. He started to reach for his own cock but stopped.Not yet. “You still have that control, though,” he whispered. “So, talk.”
Zack moaned in frustration and dipped his head. His body was tense, long, beautiful lines of muscle. The desk cracked, just a little, and he spat out, “The world got populated.”
Takashi continued probing him, pushing his cheeks wider apart so he could spear him further.
“Ah. Fuck, yes. I’m talking, I’m talking, don’t you dare fucking stop!” Zack growled. He pushed his ass back toward Takashi, which Takashi took and used to his advantage. Zack’s interspersed moans were hungrier, more demanding. “Mortals got smarter. Other supernaturals got jealous. And dragons are living magic. Every part of them can channel great power. So they were hunted, their own magic used against them. When their numbers got too low, dragons made a pact with the fey and disappeared to their realms. Mostly. Some stayed, apparently. And I am so fucking done with talking.”
Zack’s words were warning enough, but his desire went from a liquid pressure to a solid force. He whirled and caught Takashi off guard with his speed and strength. Effortlessly, he trapped Takashi against the floor, body over his, and kissed him with a needy, demanding tongue. He was overwhelming in every way.
Takashi let go of his control. He was in Zack’s hands.
Zack was quick to strip him bare. Somehow, losing his clothes felt like baring his soul, though that could have been from the way Zack raked his gaze over him. A feral light was in his ruby-red eyes, and he was possessive in his kiss. Takashi opened to him, spreading his legs when Zack spat on his hand and then spread his spit on his own cock. It wasn’t nearly enough to ease the push of his cock into Takashi, but Takashi liked the burn. He arched and relished how Zack tugged his hair to pull his head even farther back.
