Page 33 of In the Embrace of Dragons

Vizarios closes the gap between them and boldly wraps his hand around Ragnakor’s length. When I gasp, both of them glance in my direction. Vizarios gets a wicked look on his face.

“Do you like it?” he asks me, dragging his hand down to the base of that thick beast while he watches my face. “You like me touching Ragnakor’s cock where you can see, queen?”

I nod without realizing it. Of course I don’t mind two attractive males touching one another. It’s quite an event.

“Ah.” Vizarios strokes again, and the bigger dragon lurches forward. Ragnakor puts a hand on Vizarios’s shoulder to steady himself, and the king smirks. “I think Rag likes it, too.”

Ragnakor’s gaze finds mine, and he looks apologetic.

“Your Majesty,” he says, “are you sure that?—”

Vizarios squeezes him, cutting him off. “She said her piece.” Then the king kneels down on the ground in front of his captain, whose eyes grow even larger. “Now be quiet.”

Vizarios opens his mouth, right in front of Ragnakor’s cock, and guides him between his lips. The captain’s shoulders hunch forward even farther, and it looks like he might buckle as Vizarios brings even more of him into his mouth.

Heat rushes down into my belly, and I don’t think the gusset of my underclothes will be the same after this.

I watch, riveted, as Vizarios reaches for Ragnakor’s balls, squeezing them while he starts up a quick and brutal pace with his mouth. His recipient is nearly helpless under his attention, and the sight of them has me entranced.

Then, abruptly, Ragnakor grabs Vizarios by the horns and yanks him back, popping off his mouth. The captain’s cock is jutting straight out now, and a thick, white substance drips from the tip.

“Little king,” Ragnakor snarls in a deep, guttural voice. “Get up and go to your room.Now.”

This abrupt turn in attitude piques my curiosity. Vizarios’s lip curls in a mischievous, knowing grin.

“Yes, Papa.”

I am even more intrigued. What term of endearment is this, that a king would call his underlingPapa?

Vizarios climbs to his feet to head through the doorway into his sleeping quarters. Not to be deterred, I get up and follow them.

I want to know everything. Perhaps it will hurt to see it,to know that I won’t ever possess Vizarios the way Ragnakor does, but I can’t stop myself, either.

I want to understand what this is between them.

In the bedroom, Ragnakor pushes Vizarios down to the bed. His eyes are narrowed into points, and his entire body language has changed. Now the captain is masculine, powerful,merciless. Something has shifted in him, and he is certainly the one in charge.

“Take your clothes off,” Ragnakor barks.

Perhaps now I understandPapa.

Hastily Vizarios obeys, removing the belt that holds his robe on, and then slipping it off his shoulders until he’s bare. His own cock is swollen, too, and I remember exquisitely how it felt inside me on the pedestal.

Ragnakor’s eyes narrow. “Now spread your legs.”

Vizarios does as he’s told once again, and when his thighs part, I can make out every detail of him—how his balls are smaller than Ragnakor’s, and cream-colored like his chest and belly. How the tiny hole between his cheeks pulses with his breaths.

I stare, fascinated, as Ragnakor drops to his knees at the end of the bed and seizes Vizarios by the hips, dragging him closer. Then he leans down and his long, pointed tongue snakes out. Licking his lips, he dives in.

I’ve never seen such an act before, and my eyes must be wide as saucers as Ragnakor buries his tongue in Vizarios’s waiting ass. Vizarios moans, his hips arching up off the bed as his captain fucks him with his mouth, shoving in even farther, lathering him up with saliva.

“Ah!” Vizarios gasps. “That’s so?—”

Before he can finish, Ragnakor reaches up and wraps his hand around Vizarios’s cock, stroking him while attacking with his tongue. Creamy liquid spills from the king, and his eyes fall closed as Ragnakor continues his ministrations.

Then, abruptly, the captain of the guard draws back. Rising to his feet once again, he leaves Vizarios there as he walks around the bed to the table beside it and opens the drawer. He withdraws a glass jar and carries it back to where Vizarios lies prone and exposed on the bed. Once positioned between the king’s knees, Ragnakor opens the jar, pours some clear liquid into his palm, and slathers it all over his knobbed cock.

Then he grabs Vizarios’s ass and lifts it with one massive, clawed hand. I’m mesmerized, my mouth hanging open as Ragnakor drags himself down to that puckered star. The pointed head of his cock prods at the tiny hole, and then he pushes in.