Marek has been feeling weird. Ever since the warlocks came to his dragon clan for peace talks there's been one warlock in particular that he can't stop thinking about.
So why not break the rules and fly out to see him?
Jason can’t help but be suspicious of the dragons. Especially when one dragon in particular flies in, kisses Jason so passionately, and claims they are fated mates.
As if he would ever believe that. Yet why can’t he stop himself from kissing Marek back?
Despite the peace, his coven doesn't trust the dragon on their property, and Jason is treated as little more than a traitor for being caught with him. Stripped of his magick, and with Marek in chains, when a new clan attacks their coven, both will have to work together to get out of this alive before they have the chance to figure out where each of them stands in their true feelings for each other.
Jason didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to be doing when the dragon kissed him. Well, he did. He was a warrior warlock for his coven. He wasn’t supposed to be letting a dragon kiss him. He wasn’t supposed to be tilting his head and shivering when he felt the man’s fingers threading through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp.
He was supposed to be blasting the man away with a shot of ice magick or fire. Anything. He was supposed to be taking charge here.
Shit. He dropped his staff. He couldn’t reach it now because the dragon was sliding his tongue into Jason’s mouth and…
Oh God, Jason shivered. His knees felt weak, and he knew he was lost.
The dragon shifter pulled back from him. His eyes seemed dilated, but when Jason really looked, he saw they were in their diamond shape. Maybe more oval because of the dilation.
The guy looked high as a kite, but that hadn’t been there when they first started this. He’d clearly been sober, so something else was doing this.
Surely not the kissing.
The beautiful, sensual, intoxicating kissing.
What was his name again? Mark? No. Marek. That was his name.
A fine name.
“You’ve been thinking about this since you left, haven’t you?”
Jason immediately tensed. “No!”
Marek grinned. “Liar.”
Why the hell did his lips have to look so full when he smiled like that? Why did he have to look as though he had Jason right where he wanted him?
And why did Jason have to feel so helpless while the guy held him?
“What spell is this?”
Marek frowned. “What?”
Jason growled, trying to maintain some form of control over his senses. “You know what I mean. I would never let you kiss me if you didn’t do something to me.”
“Or you just wanted to be swept away by a handsome male with real charm.”
“Uh huh, you’re entirely naked. I don’t know much about charm, but I’m pretty sure that doesn’t qualify.”
“You don’t know anything about being charming. I’m going to remember that you said that.”
The man held him tighter, and Jason was going to ignore that he liked it. That he wanted more of it. Right now.
The fact that Marek was naked just made him want these things that much more. He could see the man’s cock from the corner of his eye. It was hard, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Jason itched to reach out and grab it. He wanted to feel what that cock was like in his hand, how warm it would be, and if it would throb when he touched it.
If it would throb in his mouth when he sank to his knees and let the guy face-fuck him.
And holy shit, why the hell was he letting his thoughts wander like that? This was a dragon he was thinking about. It didn’t matter if they made peace with the dragon clan. He was still a dragon, and he was on territory where he should not be.
“You want me,” Marek said, his eyes dancing now. He had an eager air about him, his body thrumming with an energy that just buzzed sexuality around him.
As if he knew where this would go if Jason let him.
And Jason was really close to letting him.
“You can’t be here.” He was a professional. A warrior. He was not about to let himself be taken over by this kind of lust when he had better things to be doing.
“But I am here.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“And you want me.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re getting anything out of me.”
Even as he said it, Jason couldn’t help but feel as though it was all just words. His words were paper-thin, they had no strength to them at all, and if he wasn’t careful, this dragon was going to blow them away and take what he wanted.
And Jason would be begging him for more.
“So, what was the spell? What did you do to me?”
“You’re the warlock here. I should be asking you what you did to me,” Marek said it with a light growl in his voice, looking at Jason for the first time with a hint of suspicion in those golden eyes.
Jason snarled at the man. “Don’t even think about it. I didn’t do a fucking thing.”
“Uh huh. Says the warlock.”
“Fuck you.” Jason tried to shove the man away from him, but it was like pushing against a stone slab. There was no moving it. At least not without the aid of magick.
“You can if you want.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Someone is going to come by and see us. You can’t be here.”
Marek let his hands slid up Jason’s waist. He pushed up his robes a little, not enough to actually show anything, but Jason still felt the heat of that through the fabric. “So, cast a spell on us that will hide us or something.”
Jason couldn’t believe he just heard that. “You know that’s not as easy as it sounds, right?”
But then Jason hardly cared about how easy it was or was not, because Marek’s lips attached his throat, as Jason was helpless to do anything against it other than hold on for the ride. He grabbed onto Marek’s shoulders, the heat pouring into him and making it impossible to think of all the reasons why this was a bad idea.
Because it felt too good. Anything that felt this good couldn’t be a bad thing.
Jason leaned back against the tree he’d been standing in front of when Marek walked out of shrubs. He began thrusting gently into the man’s mouth, but then, when he couldn’t take anymore, he picked up the pace.
Marek had to grab onto his hips, stopping him before he could push too deeply into the guy’s mouth.
It made Jason a little glad. He didn’t know much about Marek other than he was a complete fool who was way overconfident in everything he did, so knowing he wasn’t a total sex god when it came to this kind of thing made Jason feel just a little better about his position.
Because even though he was the one standing, and Marek was the one with Jason’s dick in his mouth, there was something about this that made Jason feel as though he were the one being dominated. As though he were the one who was giving something up.
It just seemed that the more he fought it, the more he sank into the other man’s trap.
Whatever it happened to be.
The worst part was when more of his friends came by to check up on him. Dylan appeared at one point, as though making sure for himself that Jason was not at his post. Again, Jason was forced to put up the invisibility spell, and each time he did, his blood froze at the idea that he was doing it wrong.
After all, the only way for a warlock to really know if an invisibility spell was working was to wait for the person he didn’t want to see him to shrug and move on.
That was especially difficult when his cock was out.
“You’re doing so well. God, you’re amazing with that,” Marek said, his voice a clear purr.
Jason glared down at the man, but it was hard to have any real heat in it when Marek made him feel so good. “I’m not doing that to protect you.”
Marek actually winked at him, as though this were some kind of game.
“I’m being serious.”
“I know you are. So am I.”
Jason seriously doubted that, but when Marek gently took his testicles in hand and rolled them as he sank his lips down as far around Jason’s cock as he could go before he had to pull back, Jason swore he nearly came from that alone.
“Oh God, that’s… that’s…”
Marek chuckled around his mouthful, and it really was almost enough to make Jason come undone.
Especially when Marek moaned.
The vibration nearly did it. He was going to come out here in the mouth of a dragon, and Jason was starting to really not care.
But it wasn’t until Marek reached his finger around to a place where he shouldn’t be touching that Jason came hard. Marek gently teased around the edge of Jason’s hole. He didn’t push inside. He barely did anything, but it was the sensation of that combined with the heat and pressure around his cock that finally made the dam burst.
Jason moaned. He threw his head back and shouted up at the sky, thrusting hard and fast into Marek’s mouth, not caring if the other man could handle it or not.
He was lost to the pleasure and nothing else was important to him.
Marek, for his part, swallowed down every drop.
Yeah, definitely no beginner when it came to this sort of thing. He was all kinds of experienced. He seemed to enjoy himself as he sat back, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand before standing.
Only then did it hit Jason that the guy was taller than he was. Not by much, but it was there, and Jason was pretty sure he didn’t like that. It gave the other man a bit too much of an edge over him. Marek was already a cocky fuck without thinking he was a big and tough dragon having his way with a warlock.
But then Marek kissed him, slipping his tongue between Jason’s lips, and he didn’t care about anything else.
“Your turn,” Marek said, his voice a low, rumbling purr.
Jason blinked, coming out of the haze of pleasure he’d fallen into when the other man spoke. “What?”
Marek took Jason by the hand and brought it down to his cock, finally giving Jason a real chance to feel the man’s dick in his palm.
It was perfect. Thick, hot, and throbbing. Marek groaned. “You know what I want.”
Jason did. The side of his brain that was a nasty prick gave serious thought to just telling the other man to deal with it himself, to walk away and let Marek suffer it.
But the side of him that ached to know what he tasted like melted. Jason sank to his knees with a groan, his hands sliding around Marek’s waist in much the same way Marek’s hands had done with Jason when they’d first started touching and kissing like this.
Marek groaned, his fingers digging into Jason’s shoulders.
“Watch your claws,” Jason warned. “Or this is not happening.”
Marek immediately retracted his claws with something of a cute smile. He looked… handsome. As though he were a college kid just playing around with his lover before they got to the real fun.
“Sorry. Can’t help it sometimes.”
“Uh huh,” Jason said, but he was more than happy to leave it at that, for the moment, because he still wanted to know what a dragon tasted like.
What Marek tasted like.
So, he leaned in and moaned as he let his mouth slide around the man’s cock. He wrapped his lips around the head before he slowly sank down. Jason adjusted himself, getting his breath before he started to work.
It was all right. He could still breathe. He was still in control of himself and he was, so far, still comfortable.
This wasn’t Jason’s first time either, but he didn’t consider himself to be good at this. In fact, one of his previous lovers had complained to him about it. About how he couldn’t seem to get passed the head without needing to pull back for breath.
The other hadn’t complained, but Jason knew the man was just being polite. Jason was not good at giving head, and it was something he thought about right now as Marek groaned softly under his breath.
He couldn’t help his gag reflex, but to be honest, Jason also hadn’t liked going down on the two boyfriends he’d had in his life. It seemed so… dirty. He wasn’t good at it, and his jaw always hurt way before either man had come… Always more trouble than it was worth. At least, that was how it had seemed to him.
Not this. The experience was much the same, but the feeling behind it was definitely different.