Page 64 of Castor

An idea hit me, and I pulled out of him.

“On your knees,” I said, lightly smacking the top of his thigh.

Castor rolled to his stomach and lifted himself up on hands and knees, a dip in his lower back as he stuck his ass in the air. I slapped at his ass cheek before shoving back inside him. He groaned and rested his chest on the bed, face turned to the side so I could see the slight curve to his lips. He liked being told what to do.

My balls slapped against his as I pounded him hard and fast, the sound adding to our string of grunts. I glided my hands up his back and dipped my fingers into his wing slits.

“God, Kyo. Just like that.”

“If you think my fingers feel good, just wait.”

I hooked an arm under his belly and bent forward, kissing up his spine. And then I flicked my tongue against one of the slits. Crooning with a deep moan, Castor fisted the blanket beneath him and squeezed his eyes shut. I licked around the edge before dipping my tongue inside. He nearly shot off the bed.

“Fuckin’ hell!” He arched his back, seeking more. “Don’t stop. Please.”

I loved how he begged. Loved even more that I was the one making him do so. I tongue-fucked his wing slits and pounded his tight hole. Warmth moved down my spine, and my stomach muscles grew taut. His ass cushioned my hard cock perfectly. The intensity of it had my eyes rolling back as my orgasm built at my base.

“I… I’m…” Castor heaved a breath before crying out.

His release triggered mine, and my cock pulsed as his ass muscles quivered and clamped down around me. I bit the top of his shoulder as I spilled into him. I had never come so hard in all my life. I was breathless and a little light-headed as I rolled off him.

“I can’t move,” Castor said, his voice muffled by the bed. “I think you killed me.”

I breathed out a laugh and slipped an arm across his sweat-dampened back. My lungs burned, and my muscles felt like jelly. Euphoria and exhaustion made it hard to keep my eyes open, so I let them fall closed.

“Hey, Kyo?”

“Hmm?”

Castor shifted around to face me. “Have you ever been in love?”

The softness in his gaze tugged at my heart. “No. Why?”

“No reason.” He smoothed a hand down my bicep.

“Have you?”

“I’ve loved men before,” he answered, and pain clouded in his emerald eyes. “Mainly humans who I either broke things off without after a few years or ones who died. From old age or sickness. But I’ve never beeninlove. I think that’s reserved for someone special. A once-in-a-lifetime kind of connection.”

“Like mates?”

“Yeah.” The silver dragon necklace he’d bought earlier still hung from his neck, and he smiled as I reached forward and ran the chain between my fingers. “What happens when a dragon finds their mate?”

“It’s kind of rare for us,” I answered. “Tatsuya loves all of his wives, but none of them are his soul mate. I’ve only met one couple from my clan who was mated. And the way they looked at each other? I guess it was a lot like Galen and Simon. You know the story you told me you loved as a kid about the dragon and soldier?”

“Yeah. The dragon turned the man into a golden sword.”

“Well, we have a story similar to that.” I slowly moved the dragon pendant along the chain. “Legend has it that it was the first mated pair in our history.”

“Will you tell me?” Castor snuggled into his pillow, curiosity alive in his eyes.

“I’m not the best storyteller, but I’ll try.” I cleared my throat. “Basically, it happened thousands of years ago. A water dragon lived in a cavern under the sea, surrounded by treasure he’d found from sunken ships. One day, a merchant ship sailed overhead. He watched from the depths as another ship attacked the merchants. Probably to steal their cargo. One of the merchants was knocked unconscious by a piece of falling debris and sank into the water, blood pooling from his head.”

“Two males?” Castor asked. “Is this a gay story?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome.”