Page 31 of Courting the Dragon Prince
But Onyx wanted more. He shoved himself up and reached down between them. The chains rattled, falling in the way. He shoved them aside. He tugged at Prince Luther’s trousers, yanking them open.
Prince Luther blinked up at him, mouth open, sucking in air. Then Onyx’s hand wrapped around the prince’s thick length. Onyx stroked.
Prince Luther’s eyes fluttered closed as he cried out, thrusting into the tight grip.
Onyx smiled.The dragon prince was right. There really is nothing little about him.
His hand, wet with rain, slid up and down Prince Luther’s thick member. Onyx pressed his free hand to the hem of the prince’s shirt, shoving it up. He placed his hand against Prince Luther’s quivering stomach muscles. He twisted his other hand as he kept jerking Prince Luther’s dick. He thumbed the crown.
Prince Luther keened.
“Is this what it takes to make you stop whingeing?” Onyx asked.
The prince opened his eyes. His chest rose and fell as he thrust into Onyx’s grip.
“Fuck you,” Prince Luther whispered.
“That’s not very nice,” Onyx growled. “Not a smart move on your part when I’ve got my hand on your cock.” His hand slowed. “Perhaps I should stop. Perhaps I need to teach you some manners.”
Prince Luther snarled. “Just stroke my cock and make me come!”
Onyx leaned forward. He nipped at Prince Luther’s plump lower lip. “But weren’t you the one who told me to put you in your place?” He stilled his hand. “Shouldn’t I be teaching you some manners?”
The prince bared his teeth. He tried to thrust into Onyx’s grip. But Onyx just loosened his hold.
“Now, why don’t you ask me nicely? Hmmm,” Onyx said. “Say please. Beg me, like a good little dragon prince. Then maybe I’ll finish you off.”
Prince Luther looked like he might strike Onyx.
But Onyx just stayed where he was, staring into the prince’s angry green eyes. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the rain splattered against them. But all that faded into the background as Onyx focused on the prince pinned beneath him and the hot, hard dick throbbing in his hand.
Neither spoke. Neither moved. A stalemate.
But Onyx had always been patient. He’d honed that skill from hours and hours of meditation. He wouldn’t give in first. He’d make the prince ask nicely if he had to stay here all day and into the night.
Prince Luther sucked in a breath. “Please,” he bit out.
Onyx raised a brow. “I think I’ll need you to do better than that. Try nicer. Try being more genuine.”
The prince licked his rain-wet lips. “Please. Please, stroke my cock.”
Prince Luther didn’t sound particularly genuine, but Onyx still relented. He tightened his hand around the length and slid his fist from the thick base to the flared tip.
The prince groaned. The muscles in his neck tightened.
“Was that really so hard, princeling?” Onyx asked softly.
Prince Luther glared. Then he gasped.
Onyx chuckled and continued to jerk him. Prince Luther’s eyes closed, and he groaned. He thrust into Onyx’s fist, and Onyx drank in the sight of him.
Onyx’s own dick ached, begging for some attention, some friction. But he’d come back to that later. Right now, he wanted to focus on the desperate man sprawled beneath him.
The prince cried out, body arching.
He’s close.Onyx slowed his strokes.
“What?” Prince Luther’s eyes snapped open. “What are you doing? Don’t slow now.”
