Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Wrapping his arms tightly around Sam, he rolled onto his side so that his lips were mere inches from the mage’s. He dipped his head, lightly brushing his mouth across Sam’s before backing off again. Just a tease. A hint of what was to come. Always offering Sam the opportunity to shove him away if this wasn’t what he really wanted.
One hand landed on Dimitri’s shoulder and he stiffened, waiting to feel Sam push him away, to reject him. The fingers tightened on his bare skin, pulling him in closer instead. Sam tipped his chin up and whispered, “More.”
Dimitri was not going to question his luck. Drawing Sam in tighter, he kissed him deeply, his tongue slipping between those plump lips to explore the mage’s mouth. Sam was a little bit of perfection as he gripped Dimitri, instantly handing himself over to his care. He tasted like heaven, as if he was everything Dimitri had spent his very long life craving.
After all Sam’s sharp comments and general grumpiness, Dimitri had never expected to find that Sam had the sweetest mouth. Their tongues slipped against each other over and over again, wringing the most tantalizing sounds out of Sam.
He rolled again, pressing Sam onto his back. Braced on his left forearm, Dimitri held himself up enough to slip a hand between them. He lifted Sam’s T-shirt, forcing them to break off the kiss long enough to remove the garment that was keeping him from all of Sam’s lovely, soft skin.
The second Dimitri’s bare chest met Sam’s, the other man hissed and arched his spine. “Oh god!” he moaned softly. “Are you always so cold?”
Dimitri dipped his head and nibbled along Sam’s jaw while at the same time he settled the lower half of his body between the mage’s legs. A very hard cock was pressing into his abdomen, demanding attention, and Dimitri was more than happy to fix that problem. But first, he had a mage who need torturing.
“I don’t have to be. Would you like me to stop?”
“No, don’t. You feel amazing,” Sam said on the dreamiest sigh. He writhed under Dimitri, lifting his hips to press his dick harder into him, in desperate need of more friction.
Dimitri chuckled and licked his way down Sam’s neck. “You’re the type who likes cold sheets in the middle of winter and a heavy stack of blankets.”
“Yes,” he hissed. Sam turned his head, chasing after Dimitri’s mouth. Both hands were now in Dimitri’s hair, trying to pull him closer. So needy. So demanding. Dimitri claimed Sam’s mouth in a long, draining kiss. Part of him wanted to roll over and let Sam ride his cock until he finally got the release he was so frantically chasing.
A low rumble echoed through his mind, almost like a purr. Lovely. His dragon was in complete agreement, which usually meant it was a horrible idea.
Dimitri broke off the kiss, but he remained close enough to allow his breath to dance across Sam’s damp lips. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Wh-what? What do you mean?” Sam stammered, eyes going wide. The blue that was partially hidden behind glasses was now almost completely swallowed by inky-black pupil in the shadowy darkness of the tent.
“Tell me what you want,” Dimitri patiently repeated. He moved his head slightly to lick one corner of Sam’s mouth. There was an answering twitch in his dick as if part of Sam’s body was connected to his cock. Wasn’t that a wonderful idea? He might need to explore that more. “You can have anything you want. You just gotta tell me, my little Sammy.”
“But I-I-I thought…you wanted to…” The slight nervous stammer was chipping away at Dimitri’s self-control. How could anyone be so confident and chilly by the light of day, but the moment he was alone and in bed, he turned into this insecure, adorable treat that Dimitri wanted to devour?
Dimitri shifted to the other side of Sam’s head and nipped on one earlobe before licking it, earning a full-body shiver for his troubles. “I’d be happy licking every inch of your body. I asked what you want. Say it. Say the words, Samuel.”
“F-Fuck! I thought you wanted to fuck.” The words were like a shot in the relative quiet of the tent. Sam flinched, drawing his body in slightly as if seeking to hide under Dimitri’s larger one. But he had to give the mage credit, because despite the burn of embarrassment in his cheeks, he looked Dimitri straight in the eye and clearly stated, “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”
Take! Claim! Keep!
His dragon was practically shouting in his head and jumping up and down on his brain. The damn horny lizard was out of control. There was no way in hell he was claiming or keeping this mage. Sam swore he wasn’t a mage and Dimitri was not going to try to force a bond on someone who wasn’t interested.