randomly to the side.
Cameron grabbed the jar of cream and shut the drawer. He started to climb into the bed, but Alric grabbed his hip, stopping him as a new idea filled his mind. Cameron twisted around to check on him. “What’s wrong?”
Alric grinned. “Nothing. New idea. Lie down on the bed, feet on the floor.”
Cameron returned his grin, lying down on his stomach while stretching his arms over his head, sliding his hands over the extremely soft duvet. With the jar of cream at Cameron’s hip, Alric stood over him for several seconds, just admiring the trusting man laid out before him. He was perfection. A body that begged to be touched, kissed, worshipped from head to toe. He wanted to find every scar, every tiny imperfection and claim them.
He didn’t know if Cameron Park was his mate. He wanted it to be true. Wanted it with every fiber of his being, but he didn’t know if his emotions were getting in the way of logic any longer. He didn’t trust his reason when it came to Cameron.
In the end, he didn’t care if this was the last time he was going to be able to enjoy Cameron like this, but he prayed that they had centuries still ahead of them. He wanted to share everything with him. Joy, sorrow, discovery, heartbreak, laughter, and hope.
Anger still simmered beneath the surface, but seeing Cameron’s trusting perfection laid out in front of him, there was also a deeper sense of peace.
Reaching out, Alric lightly placed his right hand against Cameron’s shoulder and slowly ran his fingertips down along his spine. Cameron shifted and moaned at his touch, his ass lifting into the air like a cat seeking affection.
“Do you have any idea of how amazing you are?” Alric asked, his voice thick and rough.
Cameron turned his head to look over his shoulder at Alric, one corner of his mouth tilted up. “Almost like I’m magical.”
Alric shook his head. “It has nothing to do with magic. I fell into your eyes on the first day we met, and I have never tried to swim free. I’ve gotten lost in your warmth, compassion, sparkling radiance, and wonderful mind. You’ve reminded me that I’m more than my scars and my crown. You’ve reminded me that I’m a man who wants and needs and feels.”
Cameron hummed as he closed his eyes, a look of pure joy filling his face. “And what do you need right now?”
“You,” Alric growled. His voice came out low, barely more than a deep rumble, and Cameron shivered.
Alric dug his fingers into Cameron’s ass, kneading the muscles there before parting them to reveal his dusky pucker. But first, he was going to make a meal of his man. He was going to show him exactly how needed and desired he was.
Kicking Cameron’s feet apart, Alric knelt between them, cupping both ass cheeks in his hands. He licked across his hole and Cameron swore softly, bringing an evil grin to Alric’s lips before he dove in. He licked, sucked, and nibbled. The tight muscles loosened under his persistent ministrations, and he thrust his tongue inside. All while Cameron howled, cursed, and begged. Half of what came out of his mouth wasn’t even English. It was a strange mish-mosh of English, Korean, and broken German—all either begging Alric to stop and threatening him if he did.
The dragon chuckled, turning this mouth to nibble on one cheek.
“Alric,” Cameron loudly panted, “this is not what I had in mind…when I suggested dealing with your anger.”
Pushing to his feet, Alric picked up the jar, coating his hand in the thick cream. He stroked his cock briefly and then grabbed more for his fingers. “That’s right. You said we were going to fuck the angry out of me.” As he spoke, he pushed two fingers inside of Cameron, earning a loud moan. The muscles were loosened, but Alric wanted to make sure he was thoroughly stretched. He wanted Cameron balanced on that edge.
The mage twisted his fingers in the duvet and lifted his hips, pushing back on Alric’s fingers.
“Is this what you needed?”
“No!” Cameron howled.
“What do you want, Cameron?”
“You! Please, Alric, I just want you.”
Alric had planned to torture him some more, but his own dick was making demands, and he wasn’t going to last much longer. He needed to be buried deep inside of Cameron, to feel his body wrapped around Alric’s. To get lost in his heat.
Withdrawing his fingers, he gripped the base of his