The Dragon Lord's Aide Wants to Quit [BL]-Chapter 352: Restraint (M)

Restraint.

What a crooked and hypocritical word, especially for one golden dragon lord who was currently at the mercy of his mate.

Kael held Riley’s arms high above his head, pinning them against the wood of the door, and yet even in that situation, he was probably the one who needed to be tied down and sealed.

With a head filled with unholy thoughts, he really shouldn’t be the one restraining Riley from anything.

"Mnn!"

They were both naked, skin humming against skin in the dim light. Kael’s left hand clamped firmly around both of his mate’s wrists, while his right hand cupped Riley’s chin, tilting his head back to deepen a kiss that tasted of pure, unadulterated passion.

When they finally broke apart to breathe, they were both panting. Kael pulled back just enough to look at Riley’s face. He focused on his mate’s eyes, which were practically beckoning him, wide and dark with a hunger that mirrored his own.

The golden dragon muttered an expletive under his breath.

It was definitely ancient and extremely inappropriate, but unbeknownst to him, it was more than enough to get a certain someone’s tailbone tingling.

But that would have been difficult for someone like Kael, who was already struggling to stop. He was barely keeping it together. He was so desperate for Riley that it ached, and it didn’t help that his mate was calling for him in every way a soul could call to another.

To be fair, Kael’s response could be seen in the tension in his body, the heat in his breath, and the way his gaze kept dropping to Riley’s mouth.

Kael reached up to touch Riley’s cheek, gently moving stray strands of hair out of the way before his thumb traced the curve of Riley’s lower lip.

The dazed black dragon inhaled sharply.

"Just a little longer," Kael said quietly.

His voice was rough and thick with all the restraint he could muster.

"Work with me here, my love. We need to do this so you won’t get hurt."

"But—"

Riley angled his head up, his skin feverish. He was personally ready and beyond the point of patience, but for reasons beyond comprehension, Kael was determined to be a decent partner when the black dragon already risked his life and limb so they could go at it like rabbits without him dying.

But no. The golden dragon had such strong willpower. Kael just wouldn’t give in, no matter how much he really, really wanted to.

Riley pouted at this, and the small movement nearly shattered Kael’s resolve.

Against the door, Riley’s fingers began to rub over Kael’s large hand, the one still holding his wrists captive. Kael looked to the side, squeezed his eyes shut for a heartbeat, and muttered, "Gods help me."

Unfortunately, that didn’t help one bit.

Instead, he crashed his lips back onto Riley’s, kissing him with a new, desperate intensity. Kael’s right hand slid from Riley’s face and down that slender waist, gripping him tight and pulling him flush against his hard body. This time, Kael’s right leg pushed between his mate’s thighs.

"Nngh—" a surprised Riley moaned into the kiss.

The friction of Kael’s thigh rubbing against him was almost too much, especially with the golden dragon’s hardness pressed firmly against his abdomen.

With the size of that package, it would have been understandable to hesitate, and yet Riley didn’t.

Over his dead body. And definitely not after everything, and especially not when the future was uncertain.

The tension in the room snapped like a bowed string. Kael finally let go of Riley’s hands, and Riley immediately threw his arms around Kael’s neck, clinging to him.

The newly-minted heir didn’t stop there. As Kael lifted him, Riley wrapped his legs tightly around his dragon’s waist. Kael carried him across the room toward the expansive bed of his personal estate, never breaking the heat of the moment.

He lay Riley down against the silk sheets and hovered over him. Kael’s eyes were extremely bright, glowing with a primal gold as he watched Riley lick his lower lip without thinking.

That molten gaze darkened to near impossibility.

"Spread for me," Kael said quietly.

And every fiber of Riley’s body complied.

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The air between them was thick with a heat that didn’t come from the dragon’s fire.

"Hnn!"

Yes, they’ve done this before.

And yes, this wouldn’t be the first time Kael had those fingers inside him.

The dragon lord pressed firmly against Riley’s slick hole, taking his time to get his finger thoroughly lubricated before he began to push inward. He moved with a slow, agonizing, deliberate focus that made Riley’s breath hitch in his throat. It was so intense that Riley actually thought he was going to pass out right there, caught between the friction and the overwhelming closeness of his mate.

To think that was simply one finger.

Then again, that simplicity didn’t last for long.

The steady, rhythmic prod of one finger soon welcomed a second, then a third, until Riley thought about the possibility of splitting right down the middle.

But maybe it wasn’t the size that was the concern, but that Kael didn’t rush even as the new immortal’s breath came in short, jagged hitches. He used his thumb to keep Riley’s entrance slick, his other fingers working with a punishingly slow rotation that felt like it was reaching into the very core of him.

The friction was as incredible as it was deadly.

Every time Kael’s knuckles brushed against his sensitive skin, Riley felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight to his tailbone.

"!!!"

Kael shifted his weight, leaning forward as if taking the sight in, his eyes never leaving Riley’s face as he spread him open wider. The sheer fullness of it made Riley’s head roll back, his fingers digging into the bedding as he tried to find some sort of anchor in the sea of heat. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He was certain they were the same fingers, from the same man. But knowing they wouldn’t have to stop this time made it feel entirely different.

Like every time Kael twisted his fingers, he was making space for what was to come.

That instead of focusing on just his pleasure, those fingers were doing the heavy lifting for something much bigger.

Not to mention how Riley could feel his own body responding to his mate’s annoyingly thorough ministrations.

His body most definitely accommodated Kael, but that didn’t mean he could help the instinctive desire to clamp around him.

If only he could just blame pheromones for it. But no, because he probably had way more perverse thoughts when his mind was as clear as fresh, running water.

So really, with this haze of pheromones and rightful desire, one could say that the black dragon was tame.

He didn’t even have thoughts of simply keeping Kael inside him for who knows how long.

Ah, the beauty of not being able to multitask as every fiber of his being was kept busy.

"!"

But while Riley was most definitely writhing as he offered everything up to Kael, the irony of the situation wasn’t lost on him.

This time, he had way less difficulty lifting his hips and holding them up. His new strength was a blessing, but it also meant he was fully exposed to every sensation Kael wanted to give him, save for the exact sensation he had been waiting for.

Dammit, really.

But that was okay.

With this newfound strength, he would do so much better. In the meantime, he just had to let his own erection speak for itself.

However, the enhanced being’s pride didn’t last that long when the golden dragon hit that spot that got his calves seizing.

"AHHH—!"

Riley let out an intense, strangled noise, his back arching as he reacted to a level of sensitivity he hadn’t expected. Apparently, that was something that came with the new and bigger territory. An even greater bundle of heightened senses.

Kael’s fingers didn’t stop their relentless work. If anything, they became more insistent, curving and hooking with a predatory precision that the poor black dragon couldn’t escape.

When Kael curled his fingers upward, hitting that internal mark with a firm, steady rhythm, Riley’s world shattered.

The friction against that one specific, hidden spot sent a jagged bolt of pleasure through his entire frame, and he couldn’t hold it back.

"Kael!"

He needed a moment. A serious one, so he could catch his breath and recover his vision.

But as he did so, Riley—the bundle of nerves who most definitely saw stars as his vision blurred—glanced up at his mate, who looked more than ready to pounce.

Kael’s posture had shifted; he was leaning back now, one hand raking through his scalp in a desperate, frustrated motion as if he’d been practicing immense self-control and now had none left. His chest was heaving, his eyes burning with a primal hunger as he looked down at Riley like the starved dragon that he was.

Meanwhile, the Iltheran heir who was sprawled on the bed was breathless and shaking, his skin flushed and slick with his own release and pheromones.

Clearly, he was ready for this.

But just as he extended a hand to reach for Kael, his eyes ended up wandering lower. Much lower, as if serving as a major reminder about something he might have momentarily forgotten about.

His golden dragon’s raging hardness.

It was erect, practically pulsing with a life of its own, and Riley felt his throat dry up.

Safe to say, the stupefied black dragon managed one last dizzy thought.

It would be fine, right?

Right?!