Autumn Feast - Charlie Richards Page 0,7

a little. “What do you mean?” he asked, concern filling him.

Agnoroth met his gaze and swept his focus over Kristof’s face. “Once we bond, you won’t age, so in a decade, give or take, we would have to move.”

Understanding flooded Kristof, and he nodded. “Right.”

As his friends had met and bonded with other dragons, that was something he’d struggled with. His friends moving on without him. To his pleasure, he realized Fate wasn’t going to be so unkind.

Kristof slid his hands over Agnoroth’s chest, flicking his soon-to-be lover’s nipples through the fabric. “Let’s do this, then.”

“Are you certain?” Agnoroth asked while a hungry growl rumbled from him. His blue eyes blazed with need as he added, “I want you desperately, but it cannot be undone.”

“I know.” Kristof slid his hands up and gripped Agnoroth’s nape, massaging lightly as he grinned up at him. “I never stopped thinking about you, even though—” He paused, blowing out a breath.

Agnoroth’s smile turned understanding. “I get it. I was the bad guy.”

“You were the bad guy,” Kristof confirmed. Reconciling the truth would still take time, but he could do that later... when he wasn’t thinking with his dick. Doing his best to express his thoughts, Kristof simply stated, “But you weren’t really.”

A wide smile curved Agnoroth’s lips, telling Kristof he had said something right.

“Come with me,” Kristof urged, slipping from Agnoroth’s grip. At the same time, he grabbed the other man’s hand.

To Kristof’s pleasure, Agnoroth instantly obeyed, allowing him to draw him behind him.

Kristof’s anticipation ramped up as he pushed open his bedroom door. Seeing his unmade bed and the jeans he had tossed over the back of the bench chest at the foot of his bed, he winced. He also had a towel left on the floor from when he’d showered last night.

Oops!

Giving Agnoroth a side-eyed look, Kristof tried to decide how the dragon was taking his general untidiness. He didn’t consider himself a slob, but putting laundry away was rarely a priority. There was always something else to do.

Except, Kristof found that Agnoroth was eyeing the bed with a feral look of intent. Before Kristof could comment on it, his soon-to-be lover turned to him and gave him a wide grin. Then Agnoroth grabbed Kristof around his waist and tossed him on the bed.

Kristof bounced once, spreading his limbs for balance. Unable to help himself, he grinned. He couldn’t even remember when he’d had a lover that could do that. His dick even twitched behind his fly at the feel of being tossed around.

Huh. Weird.

Agnoroth’s nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed. “Mmmm... got a fetish I should know about?” As he spoke, he stalked around the bed while yanking his polo over his head and tossing it to the bench.

Swallowing hard, Kristof watched as Agnoroth started on his jeans next. “M-Maybe,” he forced himself to admit. There was no point in playing coy. “Never been with anyone who could toss me around like you just did. Kinda like it.” Sucking in a harsh breath as Agnoroth shoved his jeans down and off, baring him to Kristof. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered, riveting his focus on the dragon’s long, long, slender prick. “Something else I like.”

Kristof licked his lips as his chute muscles clenched. The guy had to be a foot if he was an inch. His erection would sink so deep inside him.

He couldn’t wait.

Growling, Agnoroth grinned broadly as he winked. He reached down and gripped his erection. As he slowly jacked himself, he swept his gaze over Kristof.

“If you wish those clothes to stay intact, you should take them off,” Agnoroth warned, offering him a shark-like smile. “Been apart too long, my mate, and I’m hanging on by a thread.”

Kristof couldn’t remember the last time someone had stared at him with such need in his eyes. His heart thundered in his chest as he lifted his arms and folded his hands under his head. Spreading his legs a little, Kristof gave the dragon a cheeky grin.

Another rumbling growl erupted from Agnoroth as his eyes flashed. For an instant, his pupils shifted to vertical, and Kristof felt his heart skip a beat. Then Agnoroth blinked, his eyes returning to normal, and he turned his attention to the nightstand.

Kristof watched as the dragon pulled out his tube of lube and tossed it onto the bed near his arm. Then Agnoroth climbed onto the bed and settled on his knees between Kristof’s feet. Gripping each boot in turn, he pulled them off, followed by his