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Noah leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “There. Is that what you want?”

“No.” He wanted Noah calling out his name. Noah was his connection to magic. Sure, it was only a trickle when he was used to a rushing river, but it was there. Perhaps he could encourage Noah to grow that connection. “I was not lying when I said you are the most powerful being here, and while the others will not acknowledge that, I will. And I will give you the deference deserved.”

He pressed Noah onto his back and moved over him.

“What are you doing?”

“And giving you one of my favorite kinds of worship.” He straddled Noah’s thighs and undid the button and zipper on his pants.

“Sex?”

Pan traced one finger over Noah’s firming dick. “Sex is so banal. Anyone can do it, and most do it badly, seeking only pleasure. They never consider what is possible.”

“Sex is for pleasure…and you need to ask first before getting into someone’s pants.” But he didn’t push Pan’s hands away.

Pan leaned over him. He licked the curve of his ear. “Please allow me to show you. Worship you.”

CHAPTER26

While the words sounded innocent enough, there was nothing innocent about Pan’s touch. It was slow and sure, as he used exactly the right pressure and speed to make him hard.

Noah licked his lip. The moment Pan had confessed to being a god, he should’ve known he was out of his depth, and that Pan was out of his league. But it was rather hard to refuse him when Pan made him feel important, special.

And he was one hundred percent sure Pan was using him because he had magic.

He’d be lying if he denied enjoying the attention from a god. From a mythological being who hadn’t existed, or at least not existed in this world. Thatmorehe wanted growing up now existed, not that he could’ve said back then what he was searching for. Maybe it was magic that he’d been seeking, or magic had been seeking him, the entire time.

Is that why it hurt so much every time his mother had thrown out one of his collections? Pan’s teeth raked over his earlobe, dragging his attention back to the present, and sent a shiver of heat all the way to his toes.

He should agree for no other reason than this might be the only chance he had to sleep with a god. Someone who had been around for…for near enough to forever and knew what to do. This wasn’t a random hook up, or a drunk fumble to take advantage of an opportunity.

A small part of him remembered that giving carte blanche to a god was a bad idea. “That depends on what you’re going to do.”

Pan made a noise like a purr in his ear. “Smart. I like that. I will not do anything more than suck your dick.”

Again, Noah sensed something beneath the words. “But there’s definitely more to it.”

That purr again, another lick and nibble that made him gasp. “Physically, I will not do more than that. I assume you have experienced that pleasure before.”

Pan’s fingertips brushed the head of his dick. The thin layer of his briefs offering no protection from the touch.

“Um, yeah. And non-physically?”

“I’ll show you what is possible.” His lips brushed over Noah’s in promise.

He was about three seconds from agreeing to anything. “Meaning?”

“You are tired of hearing about magic, so stop listening and start feeling. Allow me to treat you as I have been treated.”

Noah closed his eyes, his entire body thrumming with need. He should not be this wound up from a few touches. They were practically hostages.

The world was fucked up, and he was trying to save a fucking dragon.

A god was about to give him a blow job.

None of these sentences made sense. Last week, if someone had told him this was how he’d be spending his evening, he’d have wondered what they’d taken and where he could get some.

“Okay.”