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  “If you want to do it right.”

  Obviously wanting to do it right, Guy placed his open mouth over Jason’s. Holding back a chuckle, Jason taught Guy how to kiss, driving his tongue to the back of Guy’s throat, pulling back, plunging, back and forth, mimicking what he really wanted to do with his cock up Guy’s ass. Pulling back, he said, “I’ve never really made love to a man, just fucked. You made love to me and added so much more to it. I want to see if I can do as much for you.”

  Already working on the buttons of Guy’s shirt, he met no resistance. He enjoyed undressing his lover, for lover Guy was. If that made Jason Guy’s consort as well, Jason could accept it. The rest he wasn’t too sure of, but wanting Guy, wanting to be inside of him as much as he wanted only Guy to be the one inside of him was a driving force for Jason.

  “Show me your true self,” Jason murmured, slipping the shirt off Guy’s broad shoulders.

  With a shimmer, the shoulders were still broad, still muscular, but covered in skin of a nearly translucent quality and glowing softly.

  “Is sex for you different in your true form?”

  “More intense, for I no longer need expend energy to hold the glamour.”

  Twisting around, Jason laid him down in the restricted dry space they had. Hunched under the low overhead, he opened Guy’s pants, working them down off his hips. Guy assisted by lifting his butt. His lover’s sizeable cock was already making a statement of readiness, but for the time being, Jason gave it no attention. Once he had Guy bare, he stripped off his own clothing, stretched out on his side and simply admired the other man’s perfect body.

  “No hair,” he observed.

  “No body hair, no. Does that distract from my appearance?”

  “Not to me.”

  Drawing a finger from Guy’s throat to his naval, Jason circled the tidy little innie twice before pushing his fingertip into the indention and rubbing in a circular motion until he had Guy squirming. Jason flattened his hand and ran it up to the farthest nipple, pinching the tip between two fingers and tugging lightly. Once he had a nice hard pebble, he took it in his mouth. The few times he’d visited and enjoyed a BDSM club dominating had never dictated the way he desired sex, the desire to control coming and going, but once that nipple was in his mouth, the urges surged to the front. The little bit of training he’d managed to take as a Dom took over.

  Guy reacted first with a sharp intake of breath. He outright gasped when Jason bit and pulled, knowing he was giving a little bit of pain. Guy didn’t push him away or complain. He reached for Jason’s cock.

  “Huh-uh, baby. This is my turn.” Rolling up, the soft portion of his belly over Guy’s groin, Jason gave the second nipple the same attention, biting just a little bit harder. Guy’s cock responded, twitching against his belly. Not yet fully erect, the slick wetness of pre-cum warmed a spot where Guy’s cockhead slid as it grew and left a wet trail when Jason pushed himself up, cock and balls to cock and balls.

  Nuzzling Guy’s throat, he asked between kisses, “Do you know what a Dom is?”

  One hand between them, Jason found a nipple again, pinching and twisting slightly.

  “I believe—” Another sharp intake of breath when Jason bit down on his ear lobe interrupted his answer. “I lose my train of thought.”

  “If anything I do is too much, tell me to stop.”

  Rotating his hips, he ground their crotches together while still nuzzling Guy’s throat, alternating kisses with bites.

  “May I—”

  “No, you speak only when I ask a question and do only what I tell you to do. Put your arms down by your side. Don’t move, speak, or come until I give you permission and address me as Sir. Your safe word will be ‘red.’”

  Guy’s obedience turned him on even more. Guy was either a purely instinctual, natural submissive or he’d had some training. The very thought had Jason’s own cock aching with want. He denied it, for a time at least, deriving a very different kind of pleasure, one that when he experienced it before had made him feel guilty or ashamed. Not then with the dragon on his arm itching and not with Guy. Jason’s dark need to hurt was answered when Guy shifted his weight under him, his hands gripping Jason’s hip, asking for discipline.

  “Did I tell you to move?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Without even an apology, Jason recognized the signals. “Knees to your chest, wrap your arms under your legs, and interlock your fingers.”

  While Guy obeyed, Jason rolled his pants and shirt into a makeshift pillow. “Hike your ass up.” Wedging the roll under Guy’s hips, Jason didn’t stop until the ass cheeks were just where he wanted them, nicely exposed for spanking. Such a sweet ass, hairless, smooth, and so pleasing to the touch. Jason stroked, patted, and pinched before he delivered the first firm swat. The hairless genital area made the response even easier to see. Guy’s cock twitched and grew. With his Dom dominating his personality, Jason was in sensual heaven.

  Slapping a little harder to the opposite cheek, Jason’s hand stun a bit. Guy moaned. His cock twitched, and his balls swelled. Three and four slaps at the same level had Guy panting between moans. Jason paused, rubbing each cheek in turn, judging the degree of heat the pinkness generated. With the fifth and sixth, he had to squeeze his own cock to quell the desire to come. After the seventh and eighth, he kissed each cheek, licked from the base of Guy’s spine between the cherry red globs and spread them for a short, teasing rim job. Nine and ten were light, more caresses than slaps, and then Jason positioned himself on his knees, cock head at Guy’s sweet, pink hole, pulsating in contractions in and out in invitation. With a swipe of his pre-cum for lubrication, Jason plunged in.

  Guy breathed out in a heavy sign that left no doubt it was in pleasure.

  “Legs over my shoulders.”

  Complying without hesitation, the lust reflected in Guy’s eyes was enough to make Jason come on the spot, but he kept control. Arms wrapped around Guy’s thighs, Jason pulled him even closer, driving the last little bit into his tight hole, before he ground himself against him.

  “Do you want to come, baby?” he asked, holding himself still.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You have my permission.”

  Jason pulled back to the flange at the tip of his cock, slid back in halfway, gave several hard rubs of an inch in and out against Guy’s prostate and then plunged full depth again. Drawing out slowly, stroking the bundle of nerves meant to drive a man mad, he stopped halfway and did the giggle with his cock against Guy’s sweet spot again.

  Guy’s hips went crazy. He clamped his jaw, no doubt in an effort to hold back, but failed. The next was a cry of pure pleasure with cum spurting to his chin with the first contraction, his chest the second, and down to seeping with Jason milking him for the last few drops.

  “Did you enjoy that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “All of it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now take hold of yourself. I want to see you make yourself come.”

  Guy’s hand fisted his semi-limp cock and squeezed harder than Jason would have. Jason, however, did his share of squeezing, of Guy’s balls, not enough to cause agony, but enough to satisfy Guy’s need for pain. At the same time, Guy clenched and released his ass muscles, massaging Jason’s aching cock. Guy had a lot more experience as a bottom than he’d let on. Jason considered ordering him to stop, but it felt too damned good.

  Guy swiped his chest and offered his cum coated fingers to Jason. Jason sucked them into his mouth, gave into the need to hold steady to hold back his climax and set a steady rhythm, out to the flange, in to his balls, the beat increasing with each thrust. Guy hand fucked himself, matching the speed, pulling harder and harder on his engorged cock. Jason leaned forward, resting his body on Guy’s legs, pressing his knees to his shoulders, raising that delicious ass higher, driving in deeper until both cried out in release.

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��You’ve had experience as a submissive before.”

  “Yes. All dragons are dominants. Your nature is now awakened. It will be difficult for you to play the submissive as you did when we first fucked.”

  Shoving up, Jason rested his weight on his elbows, his cock still held firmly in Guy’s ass. “Kirfreda.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Jason had to grin. Who would have ever thought it? Having never had the time or opportunity to cultivate a submissive, there he was, now a dragon and with a submissive elf?

  “For the record, it doesn’t feel like fucking with you. It feels like loving.” To show him just what he meant, Jason kissed his way across Guy’s shoulders.

  “As I feel as well, although I ask we treat each other as equals in public.”

  “I don’t have a problem with that. So what happened to you and Kirfreda?” he asked, tamping down a bit of green-eyed monster trying to sound off inside his head and concentrating on giving Guy pleasure, using his tongue to trace the inside of Guy’s ear. When he reached the upper tip, Guy shuddered and signed.

  “You like that?”

  “That area is particularly sensitive.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Jason asked with a wicked grin, but before he proceeded to tease Guy, flipping his tongue over the ‘sensitive’ area Guy spoke.

  “She wanted to collar me—some practice she discovered during one of her visits here—and led me around on a leash in public.”

  Half-listening, Jason murmured, “You’d look gorgeous in a collar.”

  “I must save face with my peers,” Guy said in alarm.

  “With nothing else on and in private,” Jason added with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t embarrass you, but do you still care for her?”

  “I did not feel for her as I do for you, but only she understood my needs. The closest we have to what she said you called BDSM are slaves who have no say in how they are used.”

  “You have slaves?”

  “Not all domains are as civilized as others just as not all of the countries here are. Or do you claim there is no slavery?”

  “No, but it’s against the law here. Most places, anyway.” As much as he hated to, Jason pulled free. “That’s a helicopter coming in. We need to get cleaned up and dressed.”

  Talking as they hurried to do so, Guy told him, “If it is Prince Leviathan, we will be reprimanded. This would not have happened had you gone to Vargr as he requested.”

  “Ordered.”

  “Yes, he is much like the dragons in arrogance, but then he is royalty, the eldest son of King Egill.”

  “Yeah, well don’t expect me to bow to him. I have no plans of living as some surf.”

  “You will not. You are a dragon. Dragons hold their own domains, and you are also of the Goldenleaf Clan, the highest clan of them all.”

  “Where does that leave you?”

  “In an awkward position. As an officer of the court, your arrogance will—”

  “I’m not arrogant.”

  “You will be. It is unavoidable as you come to your full potential.” Guy touched him lightly on the cheek. “We will be separated while my duties demand I remain with the king and your need for training takes you to the dragon domain. I’m sorry, but there is nothing else I can do.”

  “So what happened to all that foretell crap that said I’m your consort?”

  “Too much is left to interpretation, I fear.”

  “How about I just refuse to go to the dragon domain?”

  “You will—”

  What would no doubt have ended in an intense argument was set aside when the helicopter they’d heard coming in time finally came into view.

  “Think they might have found something bigger and less conspicuous?” Jason asked when the CH-47 Chinook hovered before landing. “That thing can carry a whole platoon.”

  “Do not be surprised if it does.”

  If a full platoon of thirty men didn’t jump out and scatter, it was sure as hell close to it. Added to those who immediately set about dragging bodies into piles were Prince Leviathan and Cole—as he preferred—walking straight to Jason and Guy.

  “You’ve made a mess for cleanup,” the prince complained.

  “Wasn’t my idea,” Jason answered. He pointed. “The last we saw of him, he was on fire running that direction. Guy says he may not be dead. Maybe he’s hurting enough to quit though.”

  “How much of his body was consumed in flames?”

  “Pretty much head to toe?”

  “Father would have preferred to exact his own punishment and make an example of Estacrewban.”

  “Tough shit.”

  Cole chuckled. “Something tells me Jason is not overly impressed by royalty.”

  “Or a superior,” Leviathan retorted.

  “Ain’t in your army, buddy.” Jason shot back.

  “Your choice then is to go to Vargr?”

  “Nope.”

  “Did you not explain his choices?” Leviathan asked of Guy.

  “I did.”

  Levi told Jason, “You will be taken by force if necessary.”

  Cole stepped in. “You can’t see yourself to know, but your appearance is already changing. It will be impossible for you to remain here and go unnoticed.”

  “I’ll keep a long sleeved shirt on.”

  “And gloves and a mask?”

  Jason jerked his hands up, flipping them palm to back, back to palm. His skin was definitely taking on a golden hue. “Is the same thing happening to my face?” he demanded of Guy.

  “Your entire body.”

  “The Golden Clan have been notified of your birth. They await your arrival,” Leviathan informed him.

  “Birth?” Jason shook his head and backed away. “I’m twenty-fucking-nine years old. I wasn’t just born, hatched, or—” He slashed at the air with his hand. “This isn’t happening to me.”

  “I know how you feel.” Cole walked to him. “I was twenty-six before I found out I’m not human.”

  “Looking like that?”

  “No, a very strong wizard enchanted me when he stole me from my parents. I was raised human, but Levi found me before the spell wore off to the point I was too obvious. It is a completely different world over there. Everything that is legend or myth here came from there through the centuries.”

  “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re talking about all the horror stories.”

  “Many, yes,” Leviathan admitted.

  Cole explained. “Which is why WRAITH was formed, to prevent those who mean humans harm from coming here and retrieving those who do.”

  “Yeah, well you were a little late in stopping one of them.”

  “For a good reason it would seem. New dragons are very rare.”

  “Because?” Jason asked.

  “They are immortal and very difficult to kill.”

  “Estacrewban gave it a hell of a try.”

  “He obviously did not know you’re a dragon.”

  “Still doesn’t,” Guy supplied, “though he may have begun to suspect when Kirfreda joined the battle to protect him. Jason fought him as a human.”

  “I don’t get it. Why would me being Guy’s consort matter?” Jason demanded, getting more frustrated by the second.

  “Though the foretells many others have received from several wizards are vague as to the reasons for your importance, it’s believed Estacrewban was more interested in your connection to Incotricortriney,” she nodded at Guy, “and a desire to cause him pain than any possible important part you may play to a possible war in Vargr.”

  “What connection?”

  “Revenge,” Guy said. “I killed his father for what he did to my mother’s sister.”

  Not giving Jason an opportunity to respond, Leviathan continued. “There was no reason for any of us to suspect what you would become. Dragons have been content to stay away from this realm for centuries. Why one should have breached the barrier and sti
mulated a new birth is a mystery.”

  “Or how he came and returned?” Cole injected.

  “How did Kirfreda come and go?” Guy asked.

  “We don’t know, and she is not telling.”

  “It sounds to me like maybe they’ve been visiting more than you know,” Jason put in.

  “Possibly. Many questions need to be answer,” Leviathan told him. “It is imperative that you return with us now.”

  “You cannot stay here,” Cole added.

  Looking at his hands, Jason asked, “No one’s going to teach me that glamour thing until I do?”

  “It would not be safe for you to know how until you learn to control—”

  “Yeah, yeah, blah, blah.”

  “Excuse me,” Leviathan said, his chin going up.

  “An annoying way of saying he has heard enough,” Guy supplied.

  “Very annoying.” He told Jason, “You have much to learn.”

  “Yeah, yeah, blah, blah.”

  Chapter Five

  “You did very well for your first transit,” Guy told him.

  “Fuck,” was all Jason could get out after the trip from one dimension to the other while still trying to get the ‘sucked into a tornado’ feeling, all blackness and roaring wind twisting and turning him, to let go of his senses. The first little shimmer of light sure hadn’t been any warning of what was going to happen, and no one, including Guy, prepared him for the weird, out of the world, literally, trip.

  “My first time scared the shit out me,” Cole commented.

  As if he wasn’t shaken enough, the man—or whatever he was—walking toward them turned Jason’s knees to jelly. He went down but was caught and pulled back up by Guy. “Fuck,” he repeated.

  Even if the newcomer hadn’t sported a deeper gold, glowing tattoo of a dragon up his arm and curled around his neck with a golden hued body, naked and with every six feet six inches of his skin showing, Jason recognized him. Victor? If there had been any doubt, Victor’s question cinched it.

  “Would you like to again?”

  Even though his head said ‘go to hell,’ Jason’s cock screamed ‘hell, yes!’ Jason had never been so instantly hard and ready to fuck in his life, and Victor knew it. He chuckled and held out his hand.