What will it take for a dragon prince to defy his father and fly on his own?
Dragon shifter Lem is assigned to Jules as the prince's new bodyguard, and is determined to keep Jules safe from the Graithen, who killed the prince’s previous guardian. Lem grows to hate how the King hides Jules away, and longs to show him how to fly. His love for Jules also grows but it is forbidden, like so much in Jules' life.
When the Graithen attack again, though, everything changes.
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Jules let his tongue flick out and gather the salt on Lem’s skin. A low, sweet groan filled the air, Lem’s fingers opening and closing. He licked again and again, fascinated by the flavor of Lem’s flesh, salty and rich and male.
“It isn’t right,” Lem whispered, “For you to abase yourself by licking me. But I cannot ask you to stop.”
“I don’t feel abased. I feel strong.” He felt alive and awake.
“I make you feel strong? I like that. I want so many good things for you.”
His tongue moved over the flesh of Lem’s nipple, and the skin tightened, drew up. A long shudder went through Lem as well.
“Good?” Jules wanted it to be good.
“Yes. Yes, please.” Lem’s eyes held a hunger in them.
Excellent. It allowed him to repeat the action, trace the tight nipple with the very tip of his tongue.
“Jules!” Lem’s voice was filled with so much need.
He began to suck, pulling with a steady rhythm. Lem’s hips moved with him, and when he sucked more quickly, Lem’s hips also moved quicker. Fascinating. Truly. Lem clawed at the bed, fingers digging in hard. His bodyguard knew to tell him to stop and so far had not, so Jules didn’t.
“Please, oh, Jules. My prince. My own.” The words sounded like whimpers, breathless pleas.
His fingers slid down to wrap about Lem’s stiffness.
“Yes!” Lem’s cry was loud, and Jules stuffed his hand into Lem’s mouth.
Shh. Shh. Quiet, my Lem.
“Sorry, Jules. Too good.”
He squeezed Lem’s hard cock, stroked once. Lem covered his mouth again, this time with his own hand, and moaned into it.
Jules would push up into a kiss, but his mouth was busy, lips full. The tiny hard bit of flesh in his mouth grew hotter the longer he sucked. He felt Lem’s cock swelling in his fingers, spreading them. His Lem was going to spill again, Jules knew it. He desired it, that loss of control, that scent.
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