Page 70 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

He knew the answers to both questions. The first being his own doubts and fears and the still-lingering stigma of being married to a mytho. They weren’t the only ones; they had just been forced into being very public about it. The latter was because Edra was always happy to wait for him to catch up and get on the same page, as if he were confident it would happen, so why rush?

So far, he’d been right.

Jordan pulled away. “Fuck it. Fuck me.”

Edra blinked, shimmered, and shifted.

Jordan sighed. “That’s not⁠—”

Edra kissed him. “I wish you’d said something before I went out.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d have you bent over the chair already.”

Jordan frowned. Then what was the problem?

“You want me to fuck you in dragon form?” Edra cupped his chin so Jordan couldn’t look away.

“Yes.” Was that not obvious?

“Not tonight.”

“What?” He was ripping off the bandage and going all in.

“There are plenty of other things to do.”

“But I thought you’d like it?”

“I will very much, when we get there. I was enjoying you sucking my dick, and since I can tell you much easier like this, I’d very much like to be fucked in the slit. It’s been forever.”

Lyo would’ve been the last one, his previous mate. “You’re okay with that?”

Edra drew in a breath and nodded. “Yes. But maybe we should take this to the bedroom where the lube is.”

“Okay.” Jordan stood, feeling like he’d broken the moment. He felt rather than saw Edra shift behind him, then the familiar tap of dragon claws followed him into the bedroom. The door closed, and Jordan turned, completely unprepared for the heat in Edra’s eyes or the way he pushed him back onto the bed and crouched over him, claws cutting through the lace to free his dick, like he was the tastiest barbeque pig’s head Edra had ever seen and couldn’t wait to devour.

His heartbeat quickened as lust gripped him tight and made every nerve thrum with need. Edra’s tail snaked out and grabbed the lube from the bedside table, dropping it on Jordan’s belly. He took the hint and squeezed some onto his fingers, but before he could slick his dick, Edra’s tail slid through the lube. He wrapped his fingers around the tail and stroked.

“I thought I needed the lube?”

Edra guided Jordan’s hand to his dick with his tail.

He really didn’t need to be stroking himself as he was already on edge.

Edra’s knees hit the mattress as if he was about to sink onto him, but the position was wrong as he was too far back. Then he leaned forward, resting on the claws at the end of his wing, and Jordan’s cock slipped into the dick slit. Edra’s dick ground against his belly as he moved.

Jordan glanced down, not quite sure what was supposed to be happening, but it wasn’t quite working for him, possibly because it felt odd and he wasn’t used to it. Edra stopped and rocked back, Jordan’s dick slipping free. “Not right? Is my dick the wrong shape?”

Edra shook his head and turned around, giving Jordan a perfect view of his tail and ass as he once again slid onto Jordan’s dick. Jordan watched him ride, wings spread out like he was flying. He traced up Edra’s back and back down, not sure what Edra was looking for, only that he wasn’t finding it. He pulled off again, and Jordan’s wet dick slapped against his belly.

“What do you need?” He asked in English, knowing that any answer he got would be in Dragon. Was this not working for Edra even though he’d wanted it? “We can stop. You can shift.”

“No shit,” Edra clicked. “I want you.”

They weren’t even facing each other.

“But?”