Page 49 of The Loneliest Dragon at Christmas
Jack didn’t speak for several moments. Had Avery scared Jack with his lack of control?
Jack let out a breath. “I think maybe I’ve been a bit of an arsehole.”
“No!” Avery disagreed.
Jack shook his head. “You’ve never said or done a single thing to me to make me feel anything but welcomed and cared for. You’ve never looked down on me. Not like my aunt or uncle.”
Jack took Avery’s hand. And the hope in Avery’s chest blazed.
“But when I’m in your home, I sometimes feel like I did when my aunt and uncle looked down on me. I felt ashamed of myself, of my clothes, of who I am. I hate that feeling. I’m proud of what me and my siblings have worked together to achieve. I hate feeling embarrassed and like I’m not enough. And I just assumed because you were so rich…” Jack paused, staring at their hands.
“I made a lot of assumptions. I took my own insecurities and ran with them. I’m sorry.” Jack raised his gaze to Avery’s. “You know, I thought you were a servant who worked in one of these wealthy houses when we first met. I couldn’t even imagine you mightlivein one.”
“You wouldn’t have asked me to the Christmas markets if you’d known that I lived here.” Avery knew it to be true.
“I couldn’t imagine what I’d have to offer someone as wealthy as you,” Jack said.
A choked noise escaped Avery. “Jack!” He leaned in. “You have so much to offer.” He gripped Jack’s hand. “You’re wonderful. You’re kind. You’re caring. I like just being around you. What more would you need to offer than yourself?”
Jack laughed. He leaned his head against Avery’s. “I’m clearly a fucking idiot. I think you’d be better off without a stupid prat like me.”
Avery opened his mouth to protest, but Jack kept speaking.
“But if you are willing to give me a chance, I’d like to see if we could make this work.”
His blood singing with joy, Avery yanked Jack towards him and kissed him. Jack’s mouth opened. Their tongues entwined.
But it wasn’t enough. Avery needed to touch more skin. He needed to feel all of Jack. He needed it now!
The dragon inside Avery demanded it.
Mine.
Dick filling, Avery slid his hands beneath Jack’s robe as he pulled Jack on top of him.
CHAPTER 25
As their mouths fused, Jack’s weight settled onto Avery, pressing his body into the rug before the fire. Their robes slid open as hands tugged and yanked sashes loose. Skin slid against skin.
Unfortunately, they both wore undershorts. Still, Jack could feel Avery’s hard cock pressing against him through the thin material. Jack wanted to see Avery’s majestic dragon cock again. He wanted to wrap his hand around it. He wanted to taste it.
Legs falling open, Avery welcomed Jack between his thighs. Jack slid his hand beneath Avery’s undershorts, squeezing and fondling his plump arse. Avery’s skin burned beneath his hand. Jack thrust, and their cocks ground together.
Gasping, Avery cried out, breaking the kiss. His eyes closed, and his head dropped back to the rug. Jack bit and kissed his elegant neck, tasting the salt on his skin. Avery’s hands settled on Jack’s thighs and arse, urging him to keep grinding. The sounds of their pleasure mixed with the roaring of the fire and the pounding of Jack’s blood in his ears.
Jack could come like this. But he wanted more.
“Avery,” Jack groaned.
Avery raised his head and opened his eyes. Jack’s movements stuttered, his mouth falling open.
Fuck!“Your eyes!”Bloody fucking hell.
Avery’s eyes had shifted. The colour of the irises remained the same golden colour. But the black pupils had turned from circles to vertical slits.
“Dragon’s eyes,” Jack whispered in awe.
Avery’s eyes had done this earlier when Avery had gotten angry at Jack’s uncle and aunt. Apparently, anger wasn’t the only emotion that caused Avery’s eyes to shift. Although, they’d not changed the first night at the Christmas markets.
