Origin (Scales 'n' Spells 1)

Cameron spasmed and arched under the onslaught, a gasp of pleasure wringing out of his throat. His head shot up, and he stared at Alric with wide eyes, panting for breath. “Oh. My. God.”

Wicked need flashed through Alric. That was more of the reaction he looked for. “Still good?” he teased.

Cameron made a sound like he was swallowing his tongue.

“Want me to do it again?”

“Yes please,” Cameron responded faintly.

Alric repeated the process, leaving Cameron gasping and squirming, back arching. His breath shook, glazed eyes on Alric. Alric was content to do this all night long, to bring Cameron to the peak of pleasure over and over again, but not tonight. Not their first time together. He wanted more. Needed so much more.

With his face pressed to Cameron’s skin, he smelled of magic and citrus, but so much more. He was flesh and sweat and desire. He smelled like…MINE.

Alric paused, clenching his teeth as his dragon tossed its head up with a greedy roar. In all his nearly seven hundred years, he and his dragon had always been of accord. His dragon was content to allow his human side to remain in the driver’s seat in all things, but since he’d met Cameron his dragon had been making more insistent demands.

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?”