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Wings of Fire (Godstone Saga 4)

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His crazy, royal friend shrugged. “I would love to know him, to have the entire Omari clan in my life, but I’ve already lost the people I knew as my parents. You, Rayne, and Eno are my true family now. No one is coming between us. Not blood. Not gods.”

He could only smile, his heart swelling so much in his chest it nearly choked him. “And that’s why you’re the king.” He stretched out his hand and Caelan instantly took it, allowing Drayce to pull him in close again. This moment was perfect. His world was in tatters and there was so much he didn’t want to think about, but none of it mattered as Caelan stood there watching him with eyes filled with unflinching love. He didn’t feel worthy of that look, hadn’t even when he’d had his wings, but he wanted to spend the rest of his life proving that he could be one day.

With his free hand, Caelan reached up and threaded his fingers through Drayce’s hair, pushing it back from his face. “What can I do? Anything. Anything at all,” he whispered.

Drayce sighed and clung to his smile when it tried to fall away. “I know I’m going to need time to deal with shit, but not right now. Soon, I promise. Just at this moment, I want normal. I want to feel normal. I want to be surrounded by normal.”

Caelan snorted. “I have no idea what normal even is anymore. We’re in the middle of the Omari manor on the Isle of Stone and I have a dragon grandfather.”

He giggled. “Yep, normal has left the building for us.” He tipped his head up and smiled. “Then keep treating me as you did every day we were in Stormbreak. No babying. No gentle touch. Let me be Drayce.”

An expression crossed Caelan’s beautiful face and Drayce’s mouth suddenly went dry. Fingers tightened in his hair, holding him trapped as Caelan leaned down to speak directly into his ear. “Then fuck me.”

“What?” Drayce gasped, his voice cracking. Yeah, totally not suave at all, but that was the last thing he’d expected to hear out of Caelan’s mouth.

Caelan’s lips brushed his earlobe, and his hot breath skimmed the shell of his ear as he repeated, “Fuck me.”

Drayce’s brain cells suddenly became blood starved and started dying off one by one. Good-bye. So long. Good luck. Dead. While Caelan continued to hold his head, his free hand landed on Drayce’s bare chest and slid to pluck at the tie of his pants.

“Seriously? Like…” he swallowed hard, trying to get his brain and tongue working to form words.

“Like you inside of me, fucking me,” Caelan supplied.

The string holding his pants tight loosened, and Caelan’s nimble fingers grazed his cock as it pushed against the material. Drayce whimpered as the few coherent thoughts he’d managed to pull together scattered in the wind.

“You sure? We haven’t done that.”

“Yes. It’s not hard.” Caelan’s fingers tightened around his dick through his pants and stroked him. “You put your round peg into my hole. I’m confident we can make it fit.”

Drayce slapped his hand over Caelan’s mouth and his lover’s eyes widened. “If you keep talking like this, I’m going to come before we get to doing anything with your hole.” His hand slipped away so Caelan could respond. “Besides…I didn’t know if you’d…you know…”

Caelan smirked and placed a knee beside Drayce’s hip, straddling his lap as he climbed onto the bed. “What? That because I’m the king, I wouldn’t want to bottom? That I wouldn’t want to be fucked mindless by my sexy dragon?”

Reaching behind Caelan, Drayce gripped the backs of his lover’s thighs, kneading the hard muscles there while Caelan’s hard dick brushed his chest. It wouldn’t take much to lean his head down and place his mouth over him through his pants. “Yeah, that,” Drayce breathed.

With both hands, Caelan grabbed Drayce’s head and tipped it so their eyes could meet. “Yes, I want exactly that. Do you?”

Easiest question in the whole wide world.

“Yep.”

With his hands still gripping Caelan he twisted and lifted, tossing the king to the other side of the bed. A loud laugh filled the room, and Drayce’s heart soared. There was nothing like Caelan’s laugh. He shoved off the robe he’d been wearing, kicked off his pants, and crawled across the mattress to lie on top of him.

“You’re insane,” Caelan chortled just before Drayce’s mouth descended on his. They kissed, hungry but a little slower this time. It had been months since he’d properly kissed Caelan without rushing or worrying about someone coming to rip them apart. He needed to relearn this man’s mouth, to once again memorize his taste, the feel of his tongue sliding along his own, the sound of his breath breaking into a sharp pant.

But soon, they were shoving hands between them, pulling at Caelan’s clothing until only hot skin met and tugged. Caelan pressed his head into the pillows and moaned loudly, not seeming to care who might hear them. Drayce loved this, a greedy Caelan full of need and abandon.


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