Page 34 of His Greatest Treasure

“No.”

“Was it too much? Should I stop?”

“Um, I don’t know. It’s not that I don’t want to do it because I really, really like you and I definitely want to kiss you again please, if you don’t mind. It’s just that I feel really funny. I might be getting sick. My stomach is doing weird things and I’m swelling up and I’m a bit worried I might explode.”

Blaze gave a soft little laugh. “I don’t think you’re getting sick. You’re a dragon, right? You don’t get sick. I think it might be something else.”

“What is it?”

“Your swelling… is that… in your pants?”

I could feel the blush rise up my neck and spread across my cheeks.

“No,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

He wriggled a bit on my lap again, which rubbed his little ass right over my erection, and I realised my arms were still wrapped around him, stopping him from sliding off me. I flexed them, making sure they were tight enough. I didn’t want Blaze to get off me, I just didn’t want to burst all over him ina spray of intestines and organs, that was all, and that’s what it felt like I would do if we kept kissing.

“I don’t meanthat. I know what that is. It’s, um, you know.”

Seriously, I wasn’t that naïve! I knew what an erection was. I was nineteen – I knewallabout those. It was just that I’d never got them with someone else before. I’d never felt someone press against it. I wanted to moan with how incredible it felt to have Blaze pressing down on me.

For the first time, Blaze’s brow crinkled with a frown.

“Are you serious? You feel sick?”

“I feel… I don’t know. I’m going to burst.”

“You’re not talking about your dick, are you?”

“No, I’m talking about my stomach. Or maybe my chest.”

He tried to slide off my lap but I gripped him tighter. “No! Stay where you are. The bursting feeling gets worse when you put space between us. But it also gets worse when we’re kissing.”

Blaze studied me closely for a while, and I was getting nervous about what he’d say about the way I was behaving, but then he nodded and leaned his head on my shoulder. In fact, he snuggled upagainst me and I felt suddenly strange and my insides twisted as I got the feeling of being responsible for this sweet man, who snuggled up to me so trustingly. I wasn’t used to that feeling at all.

I stayed still and waited for the bursting feeling to subside. It took ages, but eventually it faded.

Even then, I stayed still and just held Blaze against me.

“Do you mind this?” I asked him.

He sounded sleepy and content when he answered. “No, I don’t mind. I like this. How does your bursting feel?”

“A bit better, thank you. I don’t know what that was. Do you think I’m not meant to kiss you?”

Blaze raised his head at that and looked me in the eyes. His had faded back to an orange and I was fascinated by their changing colour.

“No, I don’t think that’s what it means. I feel good when I kiss you. It feels right. In here. At my wick.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re not talking aboutyourdick, are you?”

He laughed, and I felt proud that I’d done that. Smug, too. And then the swelling inside me gotworse again and I was sure my heart was compressing with how much it was being pressed aside and I was actually really worried that I’d die of heart failure right there, just because Blaze had laughed and my insides had gone weird about it.

“I’m not talking about my dick, no. I’m talking about my core. The centre of me. It’s the part that stays solid while the rest of me burns. I guess it’s my soul or something.”

“And it feels good to kiss me there?”

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