Page 14 of Courting the Dragon Prince (A Royal Arrangement #1)

Chapter Fourteen

S peechless, Onyx stared down at Prince Luther. His mouth dried. He felt the stirring of heat in his groin as his dick began to plump. He felt Luther’s answering hardness pressing against his thigh. Almost reflexively, he tightened his hands on Prince Luther’s wrists.

Prince Luther moaned. He tilted his chin back. Droplets of rain fell on his face, sliding down his skin in rivulets.

Onyx’s mouth watered with the desire to lean forward and lick the rain from Prince Luther’s skin. Lightning lit the world around them as the air sparked and fizzled between them.

Onyx leaned closer, lips hovering over soft, plump, wet lips. The prince’s lips parted.

Thunder wrenched the air. Onyx yanked back. The chains clanked and jerked.

Releasing the prince’s wrists, Onyx jumped to his feet. But in his determination to get away, he’d forgotten they were still shackled together. The chain pulled taut. The manacle dug into his wrist.

“Aww!” Prince Luther cried out. “What the fuck?”

Onyx gripped the prince by his shoulders and dragged him onto his feet, not meeting his eyes. But still he remembered the sound of the prince’s moan and the feel of his growing hardness against Onyx’s thigh.

Onyx turned and strode as much as the chain would allow. But the prince wasn’t having it. He didn’t take a step. He just yanked on the chain, pulling Onyx to a painful, abrupt halt.

“Seriously?” Prince Luther shouted over the rain.

“It’s a terrible idea,” Onyx answered.

Prince Luther threw his hands into the air, forcing Onyx’s connected arm to lift.

Onyx began to walk. Thankfully, this time, Prince Luther followed.

“You’d probably be a terrible fuck anyway!” Prince Luther yelled. “Probably just stick your cock in and wiggle it around. No doubt you lack the imagination to fuck properly. I’d be better off fucking a rock.”

“You’re such an annoying little shit,” Onyx barked.

“Me! You’re the pompous dick! And who are you calling little?” The prince gripped Onyx’s shoulder and spun him around. “There is nothing little about me. I promise you.”

“Shut up!” Onyx tried to keep walking.

But Prince Luther wouldn’t release him. “Make me, dirtfucker!” Then he stepped in close, a seductive smile teasing his lips. “If I annoy you so much, why don’t you teach me some manners? Why don’t you put me in my place? You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

Onyx’s stomach clenched as the arousal tightened in his gut. “We need to focus on the quest.” But he felt his resolve weakening.

“This task is meant to demonstrate that we can work together for a common goal.” The prince smirked. “I can think of a common goal we can both be working towards.”

Onyx shivered. “You don’t actually want me.”

“What does that matter?” Prince Luther chuckled darkly. “I hate you. You hate me. But at least we could fuck and get something out of this marriage.”

Onyx hesitated. In the past, he’d only ever bedded those he actually liked.

But Prince Luther was right. They were to be married. They would be required to have sex to seal their union. Surely giving in to their desires couldn’t hurt?

Still, it seemed like a terrible idea.

Prince Luther tilted his head to the side. His gaze flicked up and down Onyx. “And don’t worry. I don’t expect much from you.” His lip curled. “I imagine the best you can provide is a pretty pathetic orgasm. But I can do most of the work to ensure I get some satisfaction.”

Outrage rushed through Onyx’s arteries.

How dare this little prick?

Onyx stepped forward and lifted his hand, gripping Prince Luther’s neck, not enough to cut off the air, just enough to hold him in place. “I could make you spend harder than any of your previous pitiful lovers.”

The prince laughed in Onyx’s face. He fucking laughed!

Onyx saw red.

“Please,” Prince Luther mocked. “Is the earth going to move when we fuck, oh mighty earth elemental? Will the mountains tremble? Will volcanoes erupt if I tup the heir of the Grey Mountains?”

Onyx surged forward, capturing the dragon prince’s mouth in a harsh kiss. Onyx released Prince Luther’s neck and gripped his face. The metal shackles grazed skin. Teeth knocked and crashed together. Onyx shoved his tongue forward, plundering the prince’s mouth, taking control.

Prince Luther moaned, and Onyx’s dick jerked in response. The prince’s hands tugged at Onyx’s clothes, delving beneath, searching for skin. The prince’s lips slid against Onyx’s jaw. Onyx shuddered.

This is a terrible idea.

But Onyx shoved the thought aside. He didn’t want to fight this. He wanted to give in to this desire that seared his insides. He wanted Prince Luther’s smart and arrogant mouth begging and desperate for him.

He clutched Prince Luther’s hips, pulling their bodies flush together. The prince cried out, the sound lost in desperate kisses and the pounding of the rain. Prince Luther hooked his thigh over Onyx’s.

Onyx lifted the prince’s feet from the ground. A startled noise escaped the prince as Onyx lowered him into the mud and pressed down on top of him. He ground his hips down. Prince Luther threw his head back, crying out into the storm as they frotted against each other.

But Onyx wanted more. He shoved himself up and reached down between them. The chains rattled, falling in the way. He shoved them aside. He tugged at Prince Luther’s trousers, yanking them open.

Prince Luther blinked up at him, mouth open, sucking in air. Then Onyx’s hand wrapped around the prince’s thick length. Onyx stroked.

Prince Luther’s eyes fluttered closed as he cried out, thrusting into the tight grip.

Onyx smiled. The dragon prince was right. There really is nothing little about him.

His hand, wet with rain, slid up and down Prince Luther’s thick member. Onyx pressed his free hand to the hem of the prince’s shirt, shoving it up. He placed his hand against Prince Luther’s quivering stomach muscles. He twisted his other hand as he kept jerking Prince Luther’s dick. He thumbed the crown.

Prince Luther keened.

“Is this what it takes to make you stop whingeing?” Onyx asked.

The prince opened his eyes. His chest rose and fell as he thrust into Onyx’s grip.

“Fuck you,” Prince Luther whispered.

“That’s not very nice,” Onyx growled. “Not a smart move on your part when I’ve got my hand on your cock.” His hand slowed. “Perhaps I should stop. Perhaps I need to teach you some manners.”

Prince Luther snarled. “Just stroke my cock and make me come!”

Onyx leaned forward. He nipped at Prince Luther’s plump lower lip. “But weren’t you the one who told me to put you in your place?” He stilled his hand. “Shouldn’t I be teaching you some manners?”

The prince bared his teeth. He tried to thrust into Onyx’s grip. But Onyx just loosened his hold.

“Now, why don’t you ask me nicely? Hmmm,” Onyx said. “Say please. Beg me, like a good little dragon prince. Then maybe I’ll finish you off.”

Prince Luther looked like he might strike Onyx.

But Onyx just stayed where he was, staring into the prince’s angry green eyes. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the rain splattered against them. But all that faded into the background as Onyx focused on the prince pinned beneath him and the hot, hard dick throbbing in his hand.

Neither spoke. Neither moved. A stalemate.

But Onyx had always been patient. He’d honed that skill from hours and hours of meditation. He wouldn’t give in first. He’d make the prince ask nicely if he had to stay here all day and into the night.

Prince Luther sucked in a breath. “Please,” he bit out.

Onyx raised a brow. “I think I’ll need you to do better than that. Try nicer. Try being more genuine.”

The prince licked his rain-wet lips. “Please. Please, stroke my cock.”

Prince Luther didn’t sound particularly genuine, but Onyx still relented. He tightened his hand around the length and slid his fist from the thick base to the flared tip.

The prince groaned. The muscles in his neck tightened.

“Was that really so hard, princeling?” Onyx asked softly.

Prince Luther glared. Then he gasped.

Onyx chuckled and continued to jerk him. Prince Luther’s eyes closed, and he groaned. He thrust into Onyx’s fist, and Onyx drank in the sight of him.

Onyx’s own dick ached, begging for some attention, some friction. But he’d come back to that later. Right now, he wanted to focus on the desperate man sprawled beneath him.

The prince cried out, body arching.

He’s close. Onyx slowed his strokes.

“What?” Prince Luther’s eyes snapped open. “What are you doing? Don’t slow now.”

“Beg me,” Onyx growled. “Beg me to let you come.”

The prince hesitated. Onyx slowed his strokes further.

“Please,” Prince Luther said between gritted teeth. “Please let me come. I beg you to let me come.”

Onyx gripped harder. He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

The prince moaned. “Please.” He gasped. “Like that. Let me finish. Oh!” His whole body trembled. “I’m so close. Please. Please!”

The prince threw his head back. He cried out, body jolting as thick, warm seed spilled over Onyx’s fist. The prince shuddered.

Onyx released Prince Luther’s dick and tore his own trousers open. He tugged his dick free and stroked, gaze flickering over the prince’s body beneath him.

“I’m going to spill my seed on you,” he whispered as he jerked himself.

His balls tingled as his gut tightened. He stroked himself faster.

“Do it.” Prince Luther’s gaze fixed hungrily on Onyx’s cock. “Fuck. Your cock is massive,” he whispered and licked his lips.

Suddenly, Onyx’s orgasm slammed into him. Pleasure barrelled through him. Cum spurted from his cock, splattering over the prince’s dick and clothes. Onyx cried out, throwing his head back.

As the last of his seed spent, he slumped forward.

After several moments, Onyx rose. And so did Prince Luther. The coldness soaked into him as the last of the bliss sapped from his body.

Both silent, they righted their clothes and cleaned up as best they could.

Overhead, the storm moved on. The thunder grew softer. Onyx glanced at the prince before looking away.

Slowly, regret replaced the ecstasy of release.

What was I thinking? Why did I do that? We hate each other. We’re meant to be doing a quest.

His skin prickled with shame at his lack of self-control.

“Prince Luther, I must apo?—”

“Just Luther.” He chuckled. “I think we can do without titles after what just happened.”

“Luther.” Onyx forced himself to meet Luther’s gaze. “I am sorry for my behaviour. That was a mistake.”

The smile dropped from Luther’s face. He stared at Onyx, face blank. “Explain to me exactly how that was a mistake?”

“Well …” Onyx struggled to put his thoughts together.

“We’re about to be fucking married,” Luther said. “How is having sex with your betrothed a mistake? In fact, I believe we will be required to fuck. Pretty sure that’s part of the marriage contract we will sign.”

“Technically, we would just need to have sex once,” Onyx clarified. “After we are married.”

A disgusted noise escaped the prince. “If we’re going to be forced to marry each other, the least we could get is some sex out of it.”

“But we despise each other,” Onyx pressed.

Luther’s eyes widened with disbelief. “So? What does that have to do with anything?”

How could Luther not think that mattered?

Sex should, at the very least, be with someone one held some affection for. And Luther thought it would be fine to keep bedding each other despite despising each other.

Once again, Onyx was faced with just how completely different he was from Luther.

Any fight remaining in Onyx left him. “Let’s just complete this bloody quest so we can be out of these shackles.”

“The sooner, the better,” Luther muttered as he pulled out and opened the map. Thankfully, it appeared to be only a little crumpled and damp.