God damn it, he’d had no intention of doing anything like this. He’d meant to apologize for the way he’d behaved and then keep his fucking distance.
And now he watched his left hand rise, watched it cup the side of Aster’s face, fingers sliding into the silk of his hair. He heard Aster’s tiny, bitten-off moan, saw his tongue dart out to wet those plush lips.
Pressed his thumb against the corner of Aster’s mouth as his hips moved forward, a small motion that set his cock bobbing, the sensitive double ridges gleaming in the firelight.
Monstrously large and inhuman.
What would Aster think of the way he looked now that he had the most intimate of front-row seats?
“Uh,” Aster said, and he lifted his hands in a quick, jerky movement, laying them flat on Corin’s thighs, the cool touch sending a shockwave up and down his body and centering in his balls. All the blood still remaining in his brain went rushing to his cock, which stood up practically straight now, straining toward Aster’s face. “Oh, oh God.”
Aster sounded wrecked already.
Corin was such an asshole. So much older, so much more experienced, in control in every possible way.
Except that when those long fingers dug in, Corin felt his control fading away like mist on the mountain. They weren’t claws, but they were similar enough to set off Corin’s draconic instincts, the part of him that knew mating ought to be a fight. His own fingers curled. He swallowed hard, forcing his own very real claws to stay in through sheer force of will. He wouldn’t hurt Aster. A fight, yes, but only on terms Aster could meet.
Aster tilted his head slightly, constrained by Corin’s grip on him, gazing up with eyes turned to pools of black by his dilated pupils, only a shimmering ring of blue remaining visible around them. His tongue slipped out between his lips again.
Only this time he turned his head—into Corin’s grip, fuck,towardhim, not trying to escape his touch at all—and that tongue slid over the pad of Corin’s thumb. A shudder rippled up his arm and all the way down his spine. Soft and wet, delicate and sweet, too perfect for him to bear. Far more perfect than he deserved. The tip of Aster’s tongue caught on the callus left by years of gripping the strap of his shield.
It’d catch that way on each of the ridges of his cock. Tease between them.
If his hand tightened any more he’d leave bruises at best. He had to—he couldn’t—his claws tried to come out again—
Instead, he pushed his thumb deeper, angling up to press into Aster’s soft palate and force his jaw open.
Aster moaned, low and long, his fingers pressing into Corin’s thighs almost painfully. Aster couldn’t really hurt him. Corin wished he’d try.
“You like having your mouth open for me?” Corin liked it. He liked it very fucking much. The world had started to retreat, going distant and hazy, a dull setting for the jewel that was Aster, all golden and creamy pink and bright. “I’ll fill it for you if you do what you’re told.”
“Yeth,” Aster slurred around Corin’s thumb, his lips caressing Corin’s skin as he did—and that was more than enough. He wrapped his other hand around the back of Aster’s head and pulled him in, bending his knees slightly to lower his cockhead to the level of Aster’s open mouth.
He’d stop if Aster pulled away, if he flinched…not that he could, because Corin’s grip would’ve been unbreakable for a much stronger human.
Fuck it. He hadn’t said anything when he had the chance, and Corin could feel the heat of Aster’s mouth luring him irresistibly. It’d been years since he’d had this. And he doubted he’d ever had anything he wanted as much as this to begin with. He shoved his cock in next to his thumb, stretching Aster’s lips to their limit and resting it on his tongue.
Aster let out an odd little gurgling moan. Corin tugged on his hair and angled his head back. Aster’s eyes glistened, all sheened with moisture.
Corin’s cock gave an almost painful throb.
And he froze, unable to move a muscle, cold horror turning him to stone.
That shouldn’t arouse him. Even if the victim of his monstrous lust hadn’t been Belinda’s little brother, it shouldn’t tighten the pit of his stomach and send a thrill of triumph through him to see someone so much at his mercy.
Aster wiggled his tongue, sliding it back and forth over that unbearably sensitive spot on the underside of Corin’s glans.
He shivered and pushed a little deeper, drawing out a soft whimper that rose up headier than the scent of wine.
Oh, God, there was only so much a dragon could take before he didn’t fucking care about doing the right thing anymore. He’d spent a decade and a half filling the mold of the perfect honorable knight, the perfect gentleman—and then the perfect betrothed, gallant and thoughtful and gentle. And those he’d believed loved him for himself had never seen him as anything but a dangerous beast.
Perhaps they were right.
But fuck it. Fuck the way he kept making an effort to be something that no one appreciated anyway—if they’d even been here to see it.
“That’s right,” Corin growled. “Use your tongue. Lick every inch of me, Aster.”
Aster’s soft tongue started moving faster, desperately trying to comply even though Corin’s cock weighed it down almost too much to let him do what he was told. Fuck, fuck, the tip of it between the ridges felt almost too fucking good, too much, he’d finish like a teenager if Aster kept it up, making those littleuh uh uhsounds in the back of his throat, his body moving subtly as his hips shifted around in his chair.
