Page 80 of Scales ’N’ Spells: Volume One

Claim. Protect. Devour. Mine. Mine. Mine.

And while he was horrified by his dragon’s ceaseless demands, there was a part of his human side that completely agreed. Cameron was his and his alone.

“Alric?” Cameron’s voice was soft and needy, but there was a thread of worry that helped Alric climb back into control.

Lifting his head to meet Cameron’s sharp eyes, Alric gasped out, “Need you.”

Knowing his eyes must be flashing gold with the depth of his emotions, Alric felt a surge of gratification and lust when Cameron displayed no fear. Instead, his eyes widened with wonder, and he eagerly nodded before he pushed into a seated position. Alric crawled across the bed to the nightstand, grabbing the cream hidden in the top drawer.

The jar was one of the preferred porcelain types the mages liked to use. He lifted the stopper top out and dipped two fingers in before reaching behind and stretching himself on a sigh. The burn was sharper than he expected as muscles resisted the sudden intrusion. Alric couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d bottomed for anyone.

“I think that’s my job, sexy,” Cameron breathed against his ear. He pulled on Alric’s hip, toppling him to the mattress in an easy, gentle roll.

Alric went with it, letting Cameron arrange his legs on either side of his slender body before he snatched up the jar. He made quick work of slicking up his fingers, but then the world slowed down again. As if his lover was treasuring this moment as well. Cameron traced the puckered ring for a moment, teasing him. Bending his head, Cameron pressed a kiss to the side of Alric’s knee and then another on the inside of his thigh.

“Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of touching you?” Cameron whispered against his skin. His hot breath brushed against him, leaving behind goosebumps.

“Twenty minutes,” Alric said, trying to sound unaffected and failing miserably.

“Weeks,” Cameron replied. Though, Alric wasn’t sure if he’d heard him correctly. Cameron had pushed his finger inside as he spoke, and Alric moaned. The burn was gone now, replaced with pleasure and building need. Cameron worked him slowly, kissing up his leg while carefully adding a second finger.

Alric let his eyes slide closed, enjoying the sensation. It was always so much better when he had someone else fingering him. But this was so much more than someone. This was Cameron. His Cameron with the intoxicating laugh and winsome smile exploring his body with his hands and mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of Alric. His own hand didn’t bring as much pleasure. His Cameron was setting him on fire, leaving his leg trembling and dick throbbing for release. For the moment, his dragon was silent, seeming to revel in Cameron’s touch as much as Alric.

“You can’t help it, can you? Always so sexy,” Cameron murmured. Alric had never heard Cameron’s voice dip so low and rough. His lover brushed his lips across Alric’s cock, and he hissed as pleasure crackled through him, straining his fragile hold on his control. “I’m so tempted to see if I can make you come just like this.” Cameron twisted his fingers deep inside him, brushing lightly over his prostate. The jolt knocked the breath from Alric’s lungs.

“Cameron!” Alric moaned. His fingers twisted in the bedclothes on either side of him. The instinctive move sent a small ripple of pain up his left arm, but this time he welcomed it as it shoved back his encroaching orgasm.

“But I need inside you. Need to feel you when you come. Rubber?”

It took a minute for Alric’s brain to climb back into higher functions and formulate an answer. “Don’t need it. The lube in your hand is a potion. It prevents any spread of diseases.”

Cameron’s hand stopped for a moment, staring at the jar with wonder. “Seriously? Remind me to get Lisette to teach me that next.”

“I believe you’ll remember,” Alric drawled, amused at him.

“You’re probably right. Because not having a condom between us right now is getting me all hot and bothered. I mean, safe sex is sexy and all, but still.” Cameron quickly slathered on more of the cream. Even from his position, Alric could see the tremble in Cameron’s hands as he readied himself. With his right hand, he grabbed Alric’s left leg and placed it over his shoulder. He paused, his eyes questioning. “Shoulder okay?”

Shoulder? Alric was pretty sure the only thing he could feel was his aching dick and the tingling need to come in every damn nerve ending. He certainly wasn’t in any pain. “It’s good,” Alric quickly replied.

Alric had intended to ride Cameron earlier, but having his lover over him like this was wonderful as well. This way he could see Cameron’s every expression, every emotion as it crossed his face.

The head of Cameron’s cock brushed against his hole once, and then he was pressing forward. Alric pushed outward until Cameron finally forced his way past stubborn muscles. A hiss escaped Alric before he could catch it, and Cameron froze. The burn and pain were back, sharper than before.

“Been a while,” Alric gritted out, trying to get his damn body to adjust to Cameron’s girth faster.

Cameron’s grin turned surprisingly wicked as he wrapped his long, slender fingers around Alric’s semi-hard cock. “Don’t hate me, but…good.”

A moan jumped from Alric’s parted lips as Cameron stroked him, but his mind was still turning over Cameron’s words. He was glad Alric hadn’t bottomed for another in a while. Cameron wanted him. Cameron wanted him all for himself. Alric’s dragon proudly stretched and preened inside of him. The damn beast would have been contentedly blowing smoke rings if Alric let him, but now was not the time. Cameron was pushing deeper, and the burn had given way to the most delicious pleasure.

Cameron paused, adjusting, then slid out again on a long glide. He continued at this pace, sinking into Alric’s body inch by slow inch until Alric had finally taken all of him. He pulled back out in the same steady pace.

Reaching up with his right hand, he grabbed a hunk of Cameron’s hair and pulled him down for a deep, soul-stealing kiss. Cameron moaned into his mouth, and Alric swore he could taste his desire. He’d never felt so full, so connected to another person in all of his long existence. He wished they could stay just like this forever, but the need burning through him left him wanting to beg Cameron to fuck him hard, straight into oblivion.

“Cameron, don’t tease.” Alric meant for that to be a demand, but it came out a touch too plaintive. It felt good, yes, but he wanted so much more.

“I really, really want to,” Cameron told him, then groaned. “I can’t find the patience for it. I’ll tease you later.”

Alric had a smart comment, but it was lost to his moan when Cameron pulled nearly completely free of his body before slamming home again. His devilish lover set a bruising pace, and Alric still wanted more. The feel of Cameron moving inside of him, the stretch and pleasure singing through his body, chased one cry of pleasure after another up his throat. He wanted to feel embarrassed for the noises he was making, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t feel anything but exquisite joy and the electric tingle of his own orgasm demanding to be set free.