Page 23 of Dragon's Revenge

Only this time, there would be sex involved. With Oliver’s blessing, which made it ten times better. No guilt. No hiding. Everything was out in the open. Well, between the three of them anyway. Delton had no clue where any of this would lead, but he’d take this opportunity to be with Adar. Even if things didn’t work out—as deep down, he knew—he would always have this. This experience, this special memory. No one would be able to take that from him.

Adar didn’t say a word as he stripped, hanging his clothes over a chair. They were using the same dilapidated shed Isam and Adar had found before, and the bench had still been there, patiently awaiting its next use. Adar kneeled on it without Delton even telling him to. That was good, right?

It had been a while since Adar had had a session, so following Isam’s advice, Delton restrained him with the wool-lined straps. He looped them around Adar’s wrists and secured them, double-checking they were properly fastened and not too tight.

All systems go.

He wished he’d taken more time to practice, but it was too late now. He’d have to do his best and pay close attention to the signals Adar was sending. Delton picked up the light flogger Isam had used that first time. The videos he’d watched over and over had demonstrated a systematic pattern to make sure he covered the entire targeted area. He’d even made a little diagram for himself and had memorized it so he wouldn’t have to consult his notes during the session, which would interrupt the flow.

The flogger sliced through the air with a sharp whoosh before making contact. It struck precisely where intended, yet Adar remained stoic, not a muscle twitching in response. Clearly, the impact had been too gentle. Delton tightened his grip and swung once more, infusing the motion with greater strength. This time, a faint red stripe began to form on Adar’s back, proof of the increased force of the blow. Adar flinched. Bingo.

He breathed in, swung, hit, and breathed out, each lash of the flogger a fraction lower than the one before. Before long, a fiery ache spread through his shoulder, a relentless burn that intensified with every movement, and his arm grew heavy like it was forged from solid lead. Yet sheer determination kept him going. There was no way he would let a bit of pain stand in his way. He would power through, one stroke at a time.

Adar was fighting it, straining against the straps around his wrists, grunting in pain. Delton had expected that to bother him, but it didn’t. Maybe because he knew how much Adar needed it, that once this phase was done, he’d find that release he so desperately craved.

Adar’s ass deserved extra attention if only to properly warm it up for the next event. The flogger’s tails danced across the surface, leaving an enticing trail of anticipation. Delton found himself captivated by the graceful curves and gentle swell, making the task of concentrating on it for a few minutes a delightful indulgence rather than a chore. As the flogger kissed the skin, it left a tapestry of faint red marks, elegantly crisscrossed like the perfect grill pattern on a succulent, juicy steak. One Delton wanted to eat, devour.

“Fuck,” Adar grunted, and Delton wavered for a moment. Was something wrong? But no, Adar wasn’t safewording. He was expressing pain, which was normal, and he would fight it until his body and mind were ready to give up the battle.

Delton continued laying the intricate pattern with the flogger, each rhythmic stroke adding to the artwork on Adar’s skin until Adar finally sagged, the taut tension dissolving from his body like a receding tide. Ah, there it was. Surrender. The moment when he stopped fighting and instead embraced.

Delton let the flogger slip from his grasp, its leather tendrils pooling on the floor, and vigorously shook out his arm, hoping to ease the stubborn muscle cramps that had begun to creep in. The ache bit with each movement, but it didn’t matter. He’d do whatever was needed to make it perfect.

Isam had told him to use a different paddle than the first time. This one packed even more of a wallop without it being too heavy for Delton to yield. It still wasn’t light, but it was easy to swing from his wrist, and the first smack left a gorgeous print on Adar’s ass on top of the flogger’s crisscross pattern.

Delton used his whole body now to swing the paddle, and Adar’s grunts became moans. His ass was fiery red now. How hot would it be to the touch? How would it feel to fuck him? His cock was so hard right now, so eager to get in on the action.

Oh crap. Should he have undressed himself first? He was wearing simple shorts and a T-shirt, so they’d be easy enough to take off, but what was the etiquette? Maybe he should’ve been naked too. That would’ve made it sexier, perhaps. Then again, did he really want his exposed junk anywhere near a flogger? He was probably overthinking it again. His focus should be on Adar, nothing else.

And how beautiful the alpha was. He lay draped over the bench, his form sprawled in a way that was both vulnerable and utterly defenseless, entirely at Delton’s mercy. His beauty was striking, even in this submissive state. The floor beneath him glistened with the wetness of his tears and snot, and sobs coursed through his body, yet the alpha’s cock remained firm and proud, a stark contrast to Adar’s surrender. All the fight had been spanked out of him, and in its place was the peace of submission and the pleasure of the endorphins.

As instructed, Delton slowed down and eased off on the intensity of the hits. He couldn’t explain how he knew Adar was done, but he did. That big body had no fight left in it.

He lowered the paddle, and silence descended, only broken by Delton’s panting breaths and Adar’s sniffs. Should he still fuck him? Wouldn’t it be too much?

“Delton,” Adar said, his voice breaking. “Need you.”

And there was his answer. Delton had never undressed faster in his life, and within seconds, he’d coated himself with generous amounts of lube. No prep for Adar, Isam had explained. He didn’t want it, and with Delton’s cock being smaller than Isam’s, Adar wouldn’t need it.

Delton gently let his hand glide over the vibrant fiery-red skin. Adar responded with a sharp hiss, the sound piercing the air like a serpent’s warning. God, it was scorching hot, like the intense heat radiating from a blazing furnace. It would hurt for Adar. This kind of sex would hurt…and that was the point. Here, too, pleasure and pain would be intertwined, even if it was mostly Delton’s pleasure. Adar didn’t need to come, though he often did, Isam had said. For Adar, the release was more of a cerebral liberation, a mental unshackling that also manifested physically, allowing him to shed layers of pent-up tension. Yet, it wasn’t necessarily a sexual release.

Delton understood that now, watching Adar’s helpless body in front of him. Beforehand, he’d wondered if he could do it. If he could go through with it after already hurting Adar. But this wasn’t hurting him. It was freeing him. Helping him. Pleasuring him in every way. And Delton wassoon board with that.

“Delton, please. Wanna feel you inside me.”

He’d never heard the proud man beg like that, plead with such vulnerability, and it struck him profoundly. It was as if Adar’s voice trembled under the weight of his need and desperation, unveiling a raw, unguarded side Delton had never imagined. For once in his life, Delton was needed. Adar needed him. Not Isam, not Oliver, not anyone else, but Delton. The rush that barreled through him had to be better than any high drugs could offer.

Adar made a whimpering sound, and Delton lined up. He had to push hard to slip past that first ring of defense, but once he did, he couldn’t hold back a moan. Holy shit, Adar’s was the tightest, hottest ass he’d ever felt. The friction was unreal, probably because Adar was an alpha whose hole didn’t naturally adapt to being fucked…and didn’t make slick. Plus, his muscles were all tense from the spanking, and it made for one glorious vise around Delton’s cock.

He should say something. Isam had never said much, he’d told Delton, but this was different. Delton wasn’t a friend or merely someone who helped Adar. He was…so much more. The object of his attraction, his affection. The man he’d thought was his mate for so long. And now his lover. His submissive.

The power of that realization had him sinking deep inside Adar, the alpha howling out in pain and pleasure. Delton held on to Adar’s hips and speared deep into him until his own flesh burned against Adar’s. It had never been like this. Ever.

Delton’s whole body tingled, zaps of electricity shooting from his toes to the crown of his head. It hummed in his balls, in his cock, down the length of his spine. He sank into Adar again and again, the big alpha’s body shaking underneath him. The man made sounds now, whinnies and whimpers, grunts and groans, and in between, wolf-like howls.

A haze descended over Delton, as if he somehow stepped outside his own body and someone else filled him. His fingers dug into Adar’s flesh as he fucked him hard, rougher than he’d ever been with anyone. And Adar took it. Hell, he pushed back his ass and invited it, welcomed it, embraced it.

On impulse, Delton moved his right hand from Adar’s hip to his face. The man’s cheek was wet and slippery with tears and snot, but somehow, that only egged Delton on. He’d done that. Adar had cried because of him. For him.

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