He turned to see that Iason was staring at him, his own eyes wide and one hand reaching for his cock. Levi laughed, and the house shook with thunder. “Go ahead. I know it makes you hard. I don’t mind. When I have my form in truth, you’ll need a far stronger ward to hold back the sounds I’m going to get out of you.”
“Why now?”
Levi, who was delighted by this reminder that his draconic form was still a part of him, shrugged as he made his way back to the bed, crawling up Iason’s sprawled body with clear, obvious intent. “Does it matter?”
“It might,” Iason said, but Levi kissed him, and kept kissing him, until Iason was panting and grabbing at his shoulders, letting Levi be a little rougher than normal as he pinned Iason beneath him. He used the oil to slick up his cock and fucked Iason on his back on the bed, but as good as it felt, it wasn’t quite enough.
Levi pulled out and, while Iason sputtered in something very close to outrage, stalked across the room to fling the window open. With the cool night breeze wafting in and the sea beyond beginning to toss and roil, Levi half dragged Iason to stand with his hands braced on the sill, Levi behind him, using a bit more oil before tossing the bottle on the bed.
“Levi—what—”
“Strengthen that ward, wizard, or the whole beach is going to hear how I fuck you until you howl like a wolf at the moon,” Levi said, fingers tight on Iason’s hips as he pressed his cock to Iason’s body, entering him easily. His nails felt sharp, his cock bigger, and, as he watched himself sliding in and out, it might have been scaled—just a bit. There were no wings on his back, but he could feel them, now, stronger than he could since he first realized he couldn’t shift.
His form was there. It was in the storm, waiting, but of course he hadn’t lost it. Laughing, Levi fucked Iason harder and harder still, shivering at how good it felt to slam his hips forward, the way Iason took it and pushed back on his cock, legs shaking as he held himself up on the window’s edge.
“Your dragon wants to devour you, wizard,” Levi said. “Let him.”
Iason’s whole body seemed to spark with magic as the storm drew closer, rain pouring in through the open window, slicking their bodies with water—and there was a slight rise of steam from where their bodies were joined, which made Iason gowild, pushing back so hard on Levi’s cock he nearly slipped on the damp floor.
“That’s it. How do you like it, being fucked by a god?”
Iason laughed, wild and high, but he didn’t seem able to talk. Levi shoved his fingers into Iason’s mouth for him to suck and kept fucking him as the storm broke over their house, wind lashing them as Levi felt himself near his peak. He took Iason’s cock in his hand and stroked it, over and over, until Iason threw his head back and came with a loud shout… and lightning burst around them, in the house and outside, a delicate web born of his wizard’s magic and Levi’s power, mingling together and filling the room with the scents of ozone, salt, and rain.
When he came, Levi bit the back of Iason’s neck hard enough that he tasted copper, leaving teeth marks, and they were halfway between a man’s teeth and a dragon’s. They ended up on the floor, soaking wet, while the sea raged and the storm began to fade.
“We should. Clean this up,” Iason said, sounding dazed and utterly, completely satisfied. He looked younger than he almost ever did, naked and disheveled, with bites all over his back and wearing Levi’s scent like a mark on his skin.
“One of us is a wizard,” Levi said.
“I’ll turn you into a water dragon and make you live in a bucket,” Iason said, waving a hand lazily. And then the water was gone from the floor, the window closed and locked, the shades neatly drawn. He blinked. “I haven’t had that level of control with my magic before.”
“I haven’t felt that much like a dragon in a while, either.”
Something was changing between them. Or had changed—Levi wasn’t sure. But he stood and drew Iason with him to the bed, draping himself over Iason like he was a pile of treasure Levi was keeping safe.
ChapterTwelve
“So you’re really a wizard?”
Iason blinked slowly. He’d spent most of the morning at the rebel camp, carefully pulling magic out of tattoos and siphoning it into spells that distracted the young mages nervously waiting for the process to be over. They’d taken to asking for magical sand sculptures—even the teenagers caught on to the trend, asking Iason to make dragons or birds out of the sand. Even so, it didn’t do much to shake off Iason’s growing sense of unease, which had been creeping in around the corners of his mind as he worked.
“It’s just that everyone says you are.” The teenager Iason was helping was a friend of Sophie’s—Paris—with a demon shaped like a lizard that couldn’t stay in one place for more than half a second. Neither could Paris. He was constantly moving about and peering at things, and he was unthinkingly tying and untying a piece of string as he spoke. “Sophie won’t say a word, but that’s almost confirmation, isn’t it, and they say the tree on the beach was yours.”
“It was mine.” Iason put a hand on Paris’s shoulder to keep him still. “If you’re Sophie’s friend, you should know. And I suppose it’s all coming out anyway.”
“I always thought wizards had horns and beards,” Paris said. “Like in the fairy tales.”
“So did I, actually. Not that I believed they existed in the first place. Stop moving. I need to make sure I don’t draw out any unnecessary magic.”
“Sophie says you’re no-nonsense,” Paris said, not keeping still whatsoever. Iason sighed and started drawing the magic out from the tattoo anyway. “I can see where she gets it from.”
“Where she gets what from?”
“You know, she’s, like… responsible. Always makes sure everyone has what they need, checks to make sure we had lunch, that kind of thing.”
Iason glanced at Paris before returning his focus to the tattoo. “That’s just Sophie.”
“Yeah, she’s humble about it, too.” Paris grinned when Iason cast him another look, then straightened. “All right. Shutting up now.”
