Page 8 of Edge of Darkness

Hudson nipped the inside of Connie’s thigh.

Grinning, Connie spit in his hand and wrapped it around his cock, stroking slowly. “Bet you’d look good licking this too.”

“Are you demanding something from your king?” Hudson asked against Connie’s thigh.

“Maaaaaybe.” Connie spread his legs a bit.

Hudson growled, and Connie shivered happily. He lowered Connie’s leg. Feeling constricted, Hudson unbuttoned his own shirt, shrugged it off, then went to work on his zipper since his cock was being strangled by his tight pants.

Having Connie nearly naked while he was mostly dressed flipped a switch in Hudson. Yeah, this was going to be fast and dirty. He bent over Connie, knocking his hand away.

Elongating his tongue, he wrapped it around Connie’s shaft.

CHAPTER TWO-CONNIE

“BY GAURA’S scales!” Connie’s toes curled. Fuck, he loved it when Hudson partially shifted body parts, especially his tongue.

Especiallyhis fucking tongue.

Hudson lifted his head. “Already praying to our fire dragon god?”

“What can I say? That tongue of yours is worthy of prayer.” Prayers, odes, and whatever else there was.

Hudson gazed at Connie fondly. “You’re so weird.”

“You like my weird.” Connie waggled his eyebrows.

“That I do.” Hudson winked at Connie, then lowered his head.

With that serpentine tongue wrapped back around his dick, Connie forgot what day it was, the time, and even his name. Yes, Hudson was that talented. He could move that muscle in ways it probably wasn’t meant to move.

Thank the dragon gods.

Connie arched on the table at a particularly inventive flick. The heat. The wetness. The fucking acrobatics. It was all driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Pleasure washed over him in waves, threatening to drown him. No one—human, dragon, or otherwise—hadevermade him feel this way. He had fucked his fair share of men and women, paranormal and human. Who hadn’t?

He was a dragon, after all, with an incredibly long lifespan and a libido that didn’t quit. Maybe part of that was because he was just six hundred years old. He was still considered a young dragon.

Maybe the affect Hudson had on him was because of Hudson’s experience. Maybe it was because Hudson was the king of the San DeLain Fire Court.

Or maybe it was just Hudson himself. What Connie felt for the older dragon was indescribable. He’d never been in love before, but this? This felt like it was heading that way.

How the hell could they not be soul bound? It made absolutely no sense.

“Hudson, Hudson, please.” Connie clawed at Hudson’s back. He wanted to come desperately. He liked his cock sucked as much as the next dragon, but what he truly needed was Hudson inside him.

Chuckling softly, Hudson released Connie’s dick. Cold lube was pressed into him and spread around. As much as he loved feeling Hudson’s long, slender fingers inside him, he wanted cock, dammit.

Connie huffed and a puff of smoke drifted upward.

“Going to set me on fire?” Hudson teased as he watched the smoke ring drift toward the ceiling.

“Don’t think I won’t.” Connie couldn’t, actually. Both of them were red dragons, meaning they had control over all types of fire, including breathing it. Simply put, they didn’t burn.

Hudson pressed against Connie’s prostate, and his body nearly locked up. It took everything he had to fight off an orgasm because, by damn, this was not how he wanted to come.

“Hudson,please.” Connie wasn’t too proud to beg.

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