The Dragon's Tongue [The Brotherhood 3]
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by Willa Okati
Description: Collin hides his nightmarish past under a cold shell. But the two handsome strangers he meets at Amour Magique are determined to melt his icy facade... and possess his dragon soul. [Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices.]
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: May 2008
39 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [144 KB]
Reading time: 81-114 min.
Think back, Collin. Far back as you can. Remember being happy.
"Tell me, if you can. Is there anything better than lying here, together, on a day like this?"
Toss. Turn. Shift. Remember...
"Not all businessmen are born with sticks up their asses, Collin."
"Mmm." Collin rolled to his left, nuzzling a messy kiss into his lover's sweat-damp ribs. "Fortunately, the men I think worth getting to know like having other things inserted there." He trailed the tip of his tongue across the length of a long bone. "Deeply, wetly, forcefully inserted."
He ran a hand down his own chest, imagining that the broad swathe of sunlight they lay in soaked into his muscles. Feeding the fire that burned inside him. The fire he shared with the ones he chose to fuck. A lust for life, a taste for sex, and power to reach out and take whatever he wanted. Whoever he desired.
Once upon a time.
Moan. Cry out. Whimper in your sleep, little man.
Collin made a point of several things when it came to his love life.
Play hard to get so they come running.
Be a mystery no one can resist trying to figure out.
Decide who and what he wanted in his own time, and run his prey to ground.
Drink deep of all his chosen partners had to offer, then leave them dry while they still loved him. Still wanted more.
Never go back. Never walk into a trap. Never get tied down.
He lived his life by those rules.
Collin stretched, basking in the light and heat.
"Prick," his lover grumbled. "Here I am perishing from the heat, and you? You're like a lizard basking on a rock."
"Lizard? I'd say a snake. A python. How about a dragon? I could do a dragon." Collin raised his hips and ran a hand down his own body, loosely circling his cock. He'd been erect and ready for a while now, but felt lazy in the warmth of the day.
Anticipation always made arousal sweeter.
"Maybe I just want to play by myself. I know what gets me off better than you do."
"Yeah, right, Collin. Which would be why you brought me out here, to watch you jack off in a sunbeam?"
"Could be." Collin's lips curved. He pumped his cock once, squeezing the bulbous tip. "I know what I like best."
"Did I say so?"
His partner flopped down in mock despair, a damp mane of cropped curls tumbling over Collin's thigh. "You'll drive me crazy. You know it, don't you? It's what you want."
"Now you're getting the idea."
The man grabbed Collin by the waist and burrowed his mouth into Collin's taut belly, nipping and licking away the beads of sweat gathered there. Together, they wrestled, lazy and playful at once.
Toss. Twist. Writhe.
"I'm a man of discriminating taste." Collin's partner-of-the-moment wiggled closer still. "Now, will you lie still and let me do what I've come for?"
"Maybe." Collin ran his hand through the man's hair. "Let me think about your offer." Idly, he stroked his own cock, flush and hard against his stomach. It spasmed under his touch, wanting more attention than a mere lazy brush of fingers.
"You're fooling no one, you know."
"No? Then suck me off already." Collin gave his partner's head a careless shove and laughed to see him pout.
Roll. Curl into a ball. Try to hide.
Have another taste.
Collin's hips bucked up as his lover bit at the underside of his cock. The man took it all in stride, moving with Collin's body to knead his hips with his hands.
"Yeah. Yeah, just like that," Collin mumbled. "Quick, before we get caught. C'mon, hurry, hurry, hurry--God!"
"God isn't part of this," his lover said in a voice like crunching gravel. "Are you?"