He nearly jumped out of his skin when Corin lifted his head and blinked down at him, pupils narrowing to slits as they adjusted to the light. God, that wasn’t fair at all. Most people’s rumpled post-coital hair didn’t look as if it’d been styled by a court valet. Aster’s certainly didn’t.
“My knot’s going down,” Corin said casually, as if it weren’t a disaster in progress. “What’s wrong? Your heart started pounding like you’d been running up a hill.”
Aster swallowed hard enough that he heard it click.
Damn it. How the hell did he answer that? “Your—knot—isgoing down,” he managed to repeat, although his voice wavered on “knot,” a word he still couldn’t quite believe he was using in this context. “And I, I,” fuck, fuck, “think I’m leaking,” he finished in a whisper, staring at a point past Corin’s shoulder. A tomato probably would’ve been jealous of the color of his face.
Corin hummed thoughtfully and gave Aster’s ass a gentle squeeze—oh God, he still had a hand down there—wiggling his fingers into the slick crease. “You are, actually.”
“Get off of me,” he gasped, flustered and irritated, starting to try to extricate himself, letting go of Corin’s back and planting his feet on the bed to get a little leverage. “Pull out. I don’t care if it’s not, if it’s not ready and you hurt me, I don’t care—”
“Aster, stop. Aster, for fuck’s—look at me!”
“Damn you,” Aster snarled, but he turned his head and looked. Because Corin had used that voice of his, the one that he couldn’t seem to resist, the one that had to be a part of his draconic magic. Corin had slid his hand out from under Aster’s ass, at least, and propped himself up on both arms, looming over him and staring down with eyes that flickered anew with a vermilion glow.
This time, Aster couldn’t even pretend it was a reflection from the fire. They’d left that downstairs.
Corin pinned him with his fiery gaze. “I came in you twice,” he said, cheeks flushing dusky-brick-green despite his matter-of-fact tone. That made Aster feel even worse. If it embarrassedCorinto talk about it… “So if you—”
“Don’t,” Aster snapped. “You’re disgusted by the mess, fine, but you don’t need to—”
“God damn it, it makes me want to fuck you and fill you up all over again, Aster!”
Aster stammered to a stop. It did? “It does?”
“Yes, of course it fucking does,” Corin said, sounding far less embarrassed and far more harassed. “That’s my come, Aster,” and his voice dropped down to a rasp that had Aster shuddering and melting all at once. “You’re full of my come. Dripping with it. I want to wait until my knot slips out and then fuck it right back into you.”
“Oh,” he choked. All other words in his vocabulary had deserted him. “Oh.”
Corin leaned down until their faces nearly touched. “Yes, oh. Tell me not to touch you again if you want,” he said, and now he sounded a little less certain. “I know you didn’t expect—I told you I’m more dragon than most. I’m sorry. But don’t think I’m not dragon enough to enjoy every bit of what I’ve done to you, too.”
“Then you’re not going to be angry when I, fuck.” He licked his dry lips and wished he could tear his gaze away. “When I get the bed all wet and sticky?”
Corin’s eyes darkened, and then he leaned down even further, nudging Aster’s chin up with his nose and pressing his lips to the curve of his throat, caressing, gentle. One soft kiss, and then another a little lower down, and then up again, nuzzling under his ear. His breath heated Aster’s skin and paradoxically left a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“You can get the bed wet and sticky,” he murmured between kisses. “You can get me sticky. And if you get yourself sticky, I’ll lick it off.”
Lick it…
“Fucking God,” Aster choked. “Lick my—”
“With great pleasure,” Corin purred into his ear. “Very great pleasure.” His tongue flicked out and curled around Aster’s earlobe, and fuck, but it felt so much longer than a human tongue when he extended it like that. It could go…and if he thought about it, he’d combust. “But right now, I think maybe you’ve had enough. And I’m going to leave you alone for a few minutes and fill a bath for you by the fire.” Another kiss. “Don’t worry about anything.”
Aster opened his mouth to protest that he absolutely hadnothad enough, and that he could take as much as Corin could give him, thank you very much.
And then he snapped it shut again. What did he have to prove? If he’d been in bed with another human man, maybe he’d have tried to compete with his prowess.
But he wasn’t. The man currently kissing the side of his neck, rocking his hips, gently starting to disengage from his body as more and more of his come trickled out of Aster’s incredibly well-used ass, was a dragon. Magical. Far stronger than any human, and presumably with more staying power too. Since Aster couldn’t possibly compete, why should he try?
Because he had, in fact, had enough for the moment. And he wanted nothing so much as for Corin to put him in a hot bath and pour him a glass of that lovely wine he hopefully hadn’t spilled all of.
Wait a moment. Ahotbath.
Damn it.
“Maybe wait a while on the bath,” he said with great regret. “Mmm. That spot is—I’m a little ticklish. Corin—” He broke down laughing as Corin licked under his chin. “Stop! Thank you. I don’t think I have the fortitude for a bath as cold as the water that comes out of the well. It’ll have to sit by the fire for a while. And even then.”
Corin lifted his head and grinned down at him, eyes bright, and Aster’s heart did a helpless double-flip.
