Page 7 of Edge of Darkness

Hudson hated this, hated it with every fiber of his being. Theyshouldbe soul bound. No two dragons could be more perfect together. How could their dragon god, Gaura,notsee this?

Connie disconnected the call and leaned back in Hudson’s chair. “The perimeter is secure.”

“Silent alarms would’ve been going off if we’d been breached. You know that, sweetheart.”

“Yes, well, an attack was the only thing I could think of that would’ve caused such a reaction in you.” Standing, Connie walked over to the window where Hudson stood.

Hudson huffed. Connie didn’t have any idea how wrong he was.

Connie tugged on Hudson’s arm until Hudson faced him. “You seem calmer now. Any idea what triggered you?”

How in the world was he supposed to reply to that? Instead, he slipped his hand behind Connie’s head. Grasping Connie by the hair, he pulled him closer.

He wasn’t surprised to see Connie’s pupils elongate into slits. Connie’s dragon always seemed closer to the surface whenever Hudson touched him.

His lips whispered across Connie’s, the kiss slow and sensual. Hudson’s eyes fluttered closed when Connie slipped his arms around his waist and relaxed into Hudson. This. This right here. This was where Connie belonged.

He trailed kisses across Connie’s face, then tightened his fingers and yanked Connie’s head back. A sibilant hiss escaped Connie’s lips, and Hudson shivered in response, loving the sound of Connie’s pleasure.

Hudson worked his way down his lover’s pale throat, nipping at the skin. The slight hint of salt lingered on his tongue as he licked Connie’s pulse point.

Closing his lips over it, he sucked gently. Whatever marks he left would not last long, unfortunately. But for however short a time they were there, Hudson would take joy in the signs of ownership.

Yes, dragons were possessive creatures. Sue him.

Connie’s hands tightened on Hudson’s hips, his fingers flexing. Sharp pricks of pain made Hudson smile against the firm skin he was sucking. Connie might have just ruined another pair of Hudson’s pants with his sharp claws, but he was fine with that. He loved the loss of control he caused in Connie.

Releasing the tender skin, he licked it for good measure. Was there anything sexier than a strong dragon baring his throat? Fuck if he knew.

He withdrew his hand from Connie’s hair and lifted him up. Connie wrapped his legs around Hudson’s waist and peppered Hudson’s face with little biting kisses.

Striding across his office, he dropped Connie on the boardroom table. He wanted to be buried balls deep in Connie as fast as possible, so he rushed back to his desk to grab the lube. He was a horny dragon, after all.

“Hurry up,” Connie called from where he was sprawled on the table. “Or I’ll start without you.”

He could fuckinghearthe teasing note in Connie’s voice. The damn sassy dragon probably would too. He dropped the lube next to Connie, shoved him back onto the table, and pulled down the zipper of Connie’s dress pants. “Gonna make you scream.”

Was that a slight growl in his voice? Why yes, yes it was.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well now….” Connie arched his back so he could shove his pants and underwear over his hips. “Better get on with it, then.”

Hudson’s fangs dropped at the teasing challenge, and he bared them at Connie. All he got was a raised eyebrow. Connie truly wasn’t scared of the big, bad dragon king.

He worked off Connie’s shoes, tossing first one and then the other over his shoulder. They each landed with a thump somewhere behind him. Finding them would be a problem for later. The underwear and pants followed.

Once he had Connie stripped from the waist down, he moved in between his thighs. But before he could even touch him, Connie’s slender foot landed on Hudson’s shoulder, stopping him.

Without hesitating, he turned his head and pressed a kiss on Connie’s ankle. Connie laughed softly as he put on a show of unbuttoning his shirt for Hudson.

The sides fell open, finally exposing all of Connie to Hudson’s heated gaze. He licked his lips as he admired all that lovely pale skin just begging for his mark. Hudson held Connie’s ankle, kissing down his leg.

The muscles bunched and jumped under his lips. He neared the tender skin behind Connie’s knee and licked it. It was warmer and softer and smelled more strongly of Connie’s musky scent.

“Damn, but you look good doing that.”

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