Page 88 of No Ordinary Drakeling
“Only if you remove your T-shirt.”
“Deal.”
Zane released him and slowly slid his tunic upward until he could tug it off. Once he tossed it onto the floor, he dragged his own top off. Tiri couldn’t help his grin when the thick muscles of Zane’s chest and belly came into view. He had to touch them, so he placed his palms on his shoulders and dragged them downward. His fingertips tingled, and his dragon’s eyes fell shut as he slowly explored.
“You are well-built.”
“So are you.”
Tiri made it all the way to his belt buckle before Zane stopped him. “Nice try, sprite, but it’s my turn.”
“Okay.”
“Put your hands at your sides, so I know you aren’t going to do anything wicked.”
Closing his eyes as he chuckled, Tiri complied with Zane’s request. When the dragon’s big hands were splayed over his chest, he swayed slightly on the bed. They were warm, and he wanted them much farther south. He couldn’t help the little whimpers that fell from his lips as Zane took his time learning his body. Zane massaged his skin as he moved toward his quivering stomach.
Much to Tiri’s relief, Zane tugged at the bow that kept his pants up. Once the tie was undone, the cool air in the room swept over his stiff cock as the material slipped down to the bedding. A shiver raced through him when Zane toyed with the hair above his length.
“I expected there to be some teal streaks.”
Tiri lifted his lashes because he didn’t want to miss the image of Zane playing with him. “No, there’s only white.”
“I see that. It’s sexy.”
“It’d be nice if you were to also touch my penis.”
“We’ll get there.”
“You need to take your pants off.”
Zane dragged his attention from Tiri’s crotch, so their eyes met. “Okay. I’ll take mine off if you finish getting rid of yours and lie on the bed for me.”
“I’m excited about seeing every part of you,” Tiri responded as he dropped his butt to the mattress and ripped his pants the rest of the way off. Once he freed himself from the fabric, he tossed it onto the floor. With all the speed he could muster, and never taking his gaze from Zane’s hands which were loosening his fly, Tiri bounded to the center of the bed and lay down. He wiggled a little to get comfortable and was glad his mate wasn’t dragging this out.
He let out a sigh when Zane pushed his jeans and underwear toward his knees. His dragon’s cock was thick and heavily veined. Tiri licked his lips, ready to have that beauty inside him.
“Do you have some oil?” Tiri asked as Zane crawled over him to drop a kiss on his lips. To Tiri’s disgust, he kept plenty of space between their nude bodies.
“I have lubricant if that’s what you mean.”
Tiri nodded. “Will you use it on my hole now?”
“You’re kind of killing the romance of this,” his dragon complained as he reached over to grab a small bottle from the nightstand.
“I’m sorry, but I’m very eager,” Tiri said as he dutifully bent his knees and spread his legs. “Would you prefer I get on all fours?”
“You’re good.”
“Rubbing it between your fingers won’t help ease your penis inside me.”
“One, you need to stop calling it a penis and two, I know that. I’m warming it so it doesn’t feel like ice.”
“What should I call it?”
Zane shrugged as he maneuvered himself, so he was between Tiri’s knees. “Cock? Dick? Sausage…maybe not sausage during sex.”
When Zane leaned down, Tiri grew confused. “Is your eyesight poor?”
