Miles was never a tough guy, and when the dragons attacked his coven, he did everything he could to protect the kids under his care.
Until the meanest looking dragon kidnaps him right out of his coven. Miles is so terrified he can't even bring himself to cast a simple spell.
But part of him knows Renford won't drop him, because this is his mate.
Renford has been cast out of his clan. His most trusted ally mated with the enemy, and he, admittedly, went a little crazy. The attack on Miles' coven might be pinned on him, but he couldn't leave the other man there to be killed.
He hates warlocks, but he cannot ignore the pull between him and Miles. He wants his mate. He wants to protect him.
But when Miles finds out what Renford is guilty of, he can't blame the other man for wanting to leave.
Miles didn't move. His body was frozen. He could hardly breathe.
“Wh-what are you doing here?”
And what happened to his sister?
Renford's hand, strong and calloused, slid up his arm in around his throat. There was no threat in it. It felt more as of the other man just wanted to touch him. It was enough to make Miles shiver.
Oh God, he really didn't want to be having a reaction to this right now. His heart pounded, and the adrenaline was getting to him.
“The girls are fine. I'm more concerned about you.”
Miles blinked, his brain still focusing too much on the hand that touched him. The heat that wafted from it. “Me?”
Renford growled, and Miles didn't know what to make of that.
And why the hell was he letting himself believe anything this guy had to say anyway?
"Where is my sister? Where is the little girl she was with?”
Radford was silent for a moment, or was it only a few seconds? It was hard to tell when Miles was so hyped up on energy that it was a struggle not to bounce right off the floor.
And that hand held loosely around his throat. God, it almost felt as if Renford were touching his cock instead of his throat.
Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard.
“They're all right. I knocked out the girl. The older one.”
“You hit my sister?”
Miles tried to turn around and run for his arms, wanting to see him, and maybe punch the bastard in the face for that one, regardless of what his dick wanted.
But Renford wouldn't allow it. The man's grip tightened on him, and now it wasn't dangerously sexy that Miles was being held on to like this. No, now it was just annoying.
And a little scary.
“Don't move. Don't make a sound.”
“Fuck you! If you hurt my sister, I'll fucking kill you, and I don't care what I…”
Miles stopped himself before he could finish that sentence. He didn't even know how he would finish it. The only thing he did know was that it would humiliate him to say whatever it was he was about to say. So it was best to say nothing at all.
“I didn't hurt her. I just came up behind her and gave her a good whack across the back of the head. She went down quick, she didn't even know I was there, and she's going to be all right.”
Renford sounded annoyed to have to say that at all, but that didn't mean Miles was about to let him off the hook.
“Why hit her at all? What's your fucking problem?”
It wasn't exactly how Miles had fantasized about coming into contact with Renford again. Now that the man was here, his hands on Miles's body, all Miles could think about was that his sister had been attacked.
He would rather go back to thinking how warm and wonderful Renford's hands felt on his skin. Trying to keep his dick from getting hard and pushing aside all the memories of the wet dreams he had ever since meeting the guy seemed like more fun than this.
Again, Renford hesitated. “I don't like hitting girls, but you better believe I'll do it if I think one can hurt me, and you warlocks are pretty good at hurting people.”
That sounded like some accusation coming from the guy who had sneaked into Miles's coven and was currently holding him by the throat.
“She wouldn't have hurt you.”
“I don't know if you've noticed this, but your territory has been overrun by dragons. She most definitely would have thrown some sort of spell at me if she could have. Besides, I only came here to see you.”
Miles’s stupid heart jumped at that point.
Again, it took a few seconds before Renford would say anything. It was as though the man was giving away details he didn't want to be revealed by accident.
“Why come to see me?”
“You know why.”
Renford’s touch suddenly changed. It felt a little gentler, as if there was something he wanted but could not have.
Miles felt shivery again.
“N-no, I don't,” he lied.
He wasn't entirely plain stupid here, but he wasn't about to admit what he thought Renford was referring to.
Miles definitely knew what he wanted, but he wasn't going to say it out loud. Just in case he was wrong.
This was a dragon. Not even just a dragon, but a warrior from a previously hostile clan, which, now that he thought about it, might've had something to do with the attack that had just happened here.
“Was that you and your friends who attacked the coven?”
A one-word answer, and everything inside Miles palled at him, screamed at him, to believe it.
The problem was that he would have to be the biggest idiot in the world to believe it.
“Dragons attacked us. You're saying you had nothing to do with that? And that's after you told me you attacked my sister?”
“Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you.”
The low rumble of his voice in Miles’ ear brought a sensual shiver out of him again. His entire body was overheating, and he really hoped there was no one who could see him like this.
There was no way he wasn't blushing, and he had since stopped trying to keep his dick from reacting. Thank God his jeans and robes were going to hide the evidence though.
“You don't believe me," Renford said in that low, sexy voice. “That's fine. I didn't expect you to. And to be honest, you don't need to either.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
Miles was starting to get a little worried now. He needed to get back inside even though he didn't want to leave.
When Renford wrapped his arms around Miles’s waist, he realized he might not have a choice.
This time Renford kissed him.
Even though Miles was the one without that much experience beneath his belt, it felt a little more like Renford was the shy one.
At least when it came to the kissing.
Otherwise, his hands were not shy at all about where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do. Miles groaned when he felt Renford's hands sliding down his waist, across his naked thighs, and to his cock.
His dick jumped when he felt even the slightest hint of Renford's calloused fingers across the base.
Miles sucked in a deep breath and thrust his hips toward those fingers, wanting them to wrap around his cock and start pumping him until he came.
All of a sudden, it seemed like an eternity since he'd last touched himself, and now that he was here, something animalistic and wild was taking over.
There was no more uncertainty, no more caring about Molly, about the coven, or what he'd left behind. The only thing in the world worth any concern was the need to thrust against Renford's waist.
Miles curled a leg around the man's calf, humping his still-clothed waist.
Why the hell did he have to be wearing normal clothes? Why couldn't he be wearing furs and a loincloth? What the hell was up with that nonsense?
On a more positive note, the more Renford kissed him, the more he seemed to get into it. The shyness vanished, replaced with a deep hunger. Miles liked to think that maybe that had something to do with the dragon somewhere inside Renford's brain, as if they were both two separate entities, and they both wanted Miles at the same time.
That probably shouldn't excite him, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to be a little narcissistic right now because this felt too good, and no one had ever thrust their tongue into his mouth quite like that before.
Miles moaned, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing, and the pleasure building up just beneath his belly was getting to the point that he couldn't contain it anymore.
He came with a hard groan. Renford swallowed down the scent, but he wouldn't stop dry humping Miles, even as he spurt his pleasure all over the man's clothes.
It was embarrassing. Miles didn't want to come, but Renford was merciless. He had to be able to tell what Miles wanted here, but Renford didn't stop kissing him or sucking on his tongue.
In fact, as Miles came on the man's black jeans, he actually reached down, fisting Miles’s cock, pumping him hard, milking him of his orgasm and making it last so much longer than it probably should have.
It felt like a sixty-second orgasm, and when he was finished, his body collapsed, no strength in his bones, nothing, beneath Renford.
"Oh my God," he said, gasping for breath. "Oh my God...what the...what the hell was that?"
"You don't know?" Renford looked down at him, his face as flushed as what Miles imagined his own to be, but he wasn't the one who just orgasmed.
Miles shook his head. "What was that?"
And could they do it again? Fuck, Miles tried to remember what those spells were he'd seen in the forbidden books hidden in Alistair's room.
All the teenagers eventually found them, no matter where Alistair put them. The old man would never destroy a book, even if the contents of it were filth.
Such as spells designed to keep a man hard for hours on end, spells to make an orgasm more powerful, spells that kept you edging on the cusp of pleasure for days if you wanted, and spells to get hard again shortly after coming.
All the teenaged boys found that particular book at one point or another, and they always found a way to test it out.
There was always one boy every couple of years who needed the adults to help him remove the effects of such spells when he could no longer hide the permanent erection he walked around with.
Thank God Miles had never been that kid, but he'd still read that book, and now the only thing he wanted to do was come again. His cock twitched just thinking about it.
Renford gently played with Miles’s testicles, and that tightening sensation in his cock and balls started up again.
"You're telling me you don't know what to expect when you're in a mating heat?"
Now Miles felt stupid. Right. He'd known about the mating, so he should have seen this coming. He might not need any spell to get him going when he had something just as good right here.
His body would respond to Renford's because of the mating.
"No spells required."
Renford frowned, his hand stopping that lovely motion it was making. "What?"
"Oh, well, there's spells we can use to—"
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I don't care what you were going to say," Renford said, sounding too serious for Miles’s liking. "Don't you ever cast a spell on me. Ever."
"I wouldn't do it without your permission."
"Not even if I give you permission. If I ever give you permission to cast a spell on me then it's not actually me that's saying it, do you understand me?"
Miles thought he did, but he didn't get why this was such a problem.
Maybe something to do with when he was attacked.
Miles dropped it. He would ask later. For now, he wanted to sink back into that warm pool of intimacy he'd been enjoying.
"Promise me. Swear on…on your sister's life, on everything you love, you will never cast a spell on me. You got that?"
"All right. I got it. I promise. I swear I'll never do it."
Okay, so this was a little more important than Miles had thought it was. He would have to make sure he never cast anything on Renford. Even by accident.
Renford lifted a brow at him, as though he was still trying to figure out whether or not he believed Miles.
Eventually, Renford nodded, apparently deciding to agree with whatever it was he'd been thinking about. When he leaned in for another kiss, Miles put his hand behind the other man's head, holding him in place, enjoying it when Renford tilted his head to the side, working Miles’s mouth open with his chin.
Yes, this was what he wanted.