Page 61 of Mad Dragon of Chaos

Shey dropped his hand and scowled. “Did you just call me a slut?”

Tyche snorted and ran with a loud cackle. He didn’t get far. Shey’s long legs ate up the distance between them in a heartbeat. In the blink of an eye, Tyche found himself tossed over Shey’s shoulder and dropped onto the bed. Shey fell onto the bed, landing next to him and lying on his side as he faced Tyche.

Once his giggling stopped, Tyche stared at the handsome man. Shey wasn’t handsome in the most traditional sense of the word. His features were too rugged and harsh to be considered handsome. However, he was striking and breathtaking. The jagged scar that stretched down along the left side of his face made him appear fierce. There was no looking away from him. The timid were frightened of him while his raw energy drew the bold.

Tyche would have always labeled himself timid, but when it came to Shey, he only felt a hypnotic pull. He’d trusted Shey before it had made any logical sense, and he’d liked him before he’d understood why. It wasn’t as if Shey made him feel safe. Everything around this man vibrated danger and death. No, it was more the unspoken promise. That no matter what the threat was, Shey would always be there to fight it.

He gently ran his fingers across Shey’s cheek, caressing as he traced his features. A smile spread across his lips as his fingertips found the old scar.

“You know, it’s not fair to the rest of the world. Not only were you born a prince, but you’re also so damn sexy and you cheated death.” He clicked his tongue. “That’s too much good luck for one person.”

Shey grinned and turned his face so that Tyche’s fingers brushed his lips. He kissed them one by one. “And I’m about to get lucky again. What are you going to do about it, God of Luck?”

Tyche wrapped his arms behind Shey’s neck. “Oh, I’m a smart God of Luck. I cling to lucky things and ride the wave for as long as possible.”

Shey dove in and stole a kiss that stretched on and on. Tyche moaned, loving the feel of Shey’s tongue as it slid along his own. His heart sped up, and he felt light-headed. This had to be why people favored sex in bed. There was no worry about falling if you got dizzy.

Fingers tugged at Tyche’s shirt, and before he could pull his mouth away to watch those fingers, they brushed bare skin. His breath caught in his throat. His brain took in everything. Shey’s fingers were rough from his active lifestyle. They were also cooler than his own flesh, but not unpleasantly so. His body tingled and sparks went off everywhere.

He’d had people grab his hand, his arm. They’d punched him, shoved him. They’d manhandled him to move him out of the way, but never this.

“I can stop if you’re uncomfortable,” Shey offered. “We can just kiss.”

“More.”

“Huh?”

Tyche pushed into a sitting position and ripped off his long-sleeved cotton shirt. He flung it away, not caring where it landed. “I want more. I want you to remove all that, too.” He frowned at the complicated navy uniform jacket with the silver buttons and colorful medals. “How could you come to seduce me wearing that? I’ll never get you out of it.”

Shey laughed and unbuttoned his uniform jacket as he kneeled on the bed. “I didn’t come to see you intending to seduce you.”

“And yet, here we are. I’m seduced. Your luck is out of control.”

Shey tossed aside the jacket and worked on the white undershirt. “Give me some credit. It’s not all luck. I am sexy, too.”

That he was.

The last garment came off, revealing a broad tanned chest that was filled with hard muscles. Tyche didn’t stop to think. His hands had a mind of their own. He pressed his palms to that warm skin, following the contours and hollows of his chest, tracing old scars. It felt almost as amazing as when Shey had been touching him. Acres of hot, silken skin for him to explore.

Shey wrapped an arm around Tyche’s waist and pulled him close. A hiss of intense pleasure squeezed out between Tyche’s clenched teeth as they came together. So much heat. It was sensory overload. How could it keep getting better?

Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, and Tyche’s brain shut down. Everything became a blur. So much heat. It was as if he were burning up from the inside. His muscles tightened and his cock thickened, thrusting against the front of his pants. There was this unrelenting ache that was equal parts pleasure and pain.

His lover had to be a mind reader, because he started attacking Tyche’s pants, opening and shifting them to his knees with his underwear. His cock sprang free and the cooler air gave him some slight relief, but it didn’t last long as Shey kissed his way down Tyche’s chest.

He tried to tell Shey that he couldn’t reach his pants to help remove them, but all that came out were desperate moans. He no longer had enough blood in his brain to work his tongue properly. It was all filling his dick.

Scorching wet heat closed around his cock. A noise escaped Tyche that should never leave the mouth of any dignified god. He lifted on his elbows and stared at Shey’s head as it lifted, Tyche’s dark, swollen dick sliding out of his mouth to the head. He could feel Shey’s tongue swirl about the spongy head, the tip teasing the slit while every nerve ending lit up along his body. His toes curled, and another small noise squeezed out. Shey lowered his head, taking every inch of his cock to the back of his throat.

The taut rope reining in Tyche’s orgasm was fraying fast. Nothing had ever felt so good in his entire life. Every instinct screamed to chase it until he burst into flames. Tyche dropped onto the bed and tangled his fingers in Shey’s silken locks. His hips lifted of their own accord, thrusting into Shey’s mouth. Shey groaned.

Powerful hands slipped under his ass and fingers dug into his cheeks hard enough to bruise. His thrusts sped up. Fingers bit and guided. Control snapped. Tyche came so hard he thought he’d died. Electric ecstasy blazed through every fiber of his being, ripping a deep, guttural shout from his throat.

As soon as he finished and the first signs of his brain flickering on happened, Shey released him and flopped onto the bed next to Tyche. He frantically opened his pants. After shoving them down to his thighs, Shey lay back, giving Tyche a brief glimpse of a thick, long cock with a drooling red head. His body clenched, and his mouth watered. What would that taste like on his tongue?

What would it feel like inside him?

The dick disappeared into Shey’s fist as he roughly stroked himself. The room was filled with Shey’s broken pants and the beat of his fist hitting his flesh. Something in Tyche stirred. He was sated and yet so fucking horny. It shouldn’t have been possible, but he wanted more. He wanted to experience everything with Shey.