Page 24 of Courting the Dragon Prince (A Royal Arrangement #1)

Chapter Twenty-Four

L uther placed his free hand on Onyx’s sternum. Slowly, he moved his hand down the centre of Onyx’s chest to his stomach. Even through the leather, he could feel the muscles tense.

Breathing heavily, Onyx stared down at him with his dark, almost black eyes.

Luther slid his fingers down further and toyed with the thick brass buckle of Onyx’s belt, hearing it clink.

“Can you think of anything big enough to shove in my mouth to shut me up, Warden Onyx?” Luther raised an eyebrow. “Anything at all?”

The two were out in the open. People watched them. But Onyx and Luther stood so close that no one could see what was happening between them.

Luther felt like they teetered on a precipice. And he was about to either be punched or get Onyx’s dick in his mouth.

Although, he doubted Onyx would actually attack him. That would ruin the optics and thus undermine his obligations. And Onyx cared so much about those.

Onyx would probably just stride off in a huff.

But as the seconds ticked by, Onyx did nothing. He continued to hold completely still, hand gripping Luther’s wrist, a slight tremor running through his body as if he was uncertain what to do next.

Luther’s lip curled. “But maybe you think letting me suck your cock will be another mistake. Maybe you think touching me is beneath you. You think we should get married, fuck once, and then have vows of celibacy for the rest of our lives.”

“It’s reasonable to not want to fuck someone you hate,” Onyx said, voice tight.

Ouch.

I mean, true. But still. Ouch!

Luther leaned even closer. “But you want to. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes. You want to shove your cock into my mouth. You want to bury yourself in my throat.”

Onyx breathed heavily, pupils dilated. But still, he held himself back.

Luther shook his head. “I don’t know why I bother with you. You probably wouldn’t even last long. You’d probably come in my mouth immediately like a desperate, inexperienced youth.”

Luther dropped his hand from Onyx’s belt. He took a step back. Still, Onyx didn’t release his hold on Luther’s wrist.

“I’ll be yapping again after you’ve spilt your load in less than fifteen seconds.” Luther scoffed. “I’ll probably be going on about how deeply unsatisfying you were. I think I’ll go find someone else to satisfy me.” Luther looked around the gardens. “Where is Elias?”

All of a sudden, Luther was being dragged through the gardens by Onyx.

Luther stumbled. A laugh caught in his throat.

Onyx yanked him between a row of azalea bushes and the monastery wall. He stared at Luther and then placed a hand on Luther’s shoulders. He shoved him to his knees.

With a grin, Luther reached for Onyx’s belt buckle. His fingers stumbled, lust making him light-headed.

“I’ll do it.” Impatient, Onyx knocked Luther’s hands away, undoing his belt himself. Onyx opened his trousers and pulled out his massive cock, angling it towards Luther’s lips. “Is this what you wanted, Dragon Prince? Is this going to shut you up for once?”

The musky scent of Onyx’s arousal mixed with the smell of leather. Luther nodded as his mouth watered. Words were beyond him. He wanted to take that flushed head in his mouth. He needed to.

“Are you actually going to do anything with your mouth, or are you just going to stare at my cock all day?” Onyx demanded.

Resting his hands on Onyx’s thighs, Luther leaned forward. He stuck out his tongue and licked the tip.

“Yes,” Onyx hissed.

Luther sucked the crown. He tongued the slit, tasting salty pre-cum. He moaned.

With one hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, Onyx threaded his other hand through Luther’s hair, pushing it off Luther’s face, and gripped the back of his head.

Luther gazed up at Onyx.

Onyx panted, his cheeks flushed with arousal. Slowly, he guided Luther’s head down so he took more of Onyx’s dick in his mouth.

Luther’s own cock jerked in his trousers. He reached down with one hand and squeezed. He groaned.

Onyx pushed Luther’s head down. Luther’s lips slid along the veined and ridged skin of Onyx’s dick. He took more and more of Onyx inside his mouth until his lips met Onyx’s fist, which still wrapped around the base.

“Fuck.” Onyx began to guide Luther’s head up and down, his cock sliding in and out of Luther’s mouth.

Luther sucked. His cheeks hollowed as his lips and jaw stretched around Onyx’s massive girth.

“Oh!” Onyx guided Luther faster. “Are you satisfied now that your mouth is filled with my thick cock?”

Luther tried to nod. But how could he with his mouth so full of Onyx’s dick? He sucked harder, savouring the feel and taste of Onyx in his mouth. Then Onyx removed his hand from around the base of his own cock.

Both hands cradled Luther’s head, forcing Luther to take more of Onyx’s throbbing length into his mouth and throat.

Luther tried not to gag, focusing on relaxing his throat muscles as Onyx buried his dick deep.

He closed his eyes, opening himself up to Onyx’s cock sliding in and out of his throat. Luther ground his palm against his own aching cock, which leaked pre-cum in his trousers.

Tears prickled his eyes.

“Shit!” Onyx gasped. “I would have done this a long time ago if I’d known it would shut you up.” His hips jerked, and he hit the back of Luther’s throat. “Oh!”

Luther choked as his throat muscle spasmed.

“Fuck.” Onyx tugged Luther off his cock. “Sorry.” He stroked Luther’s cheek as Luther sputtered and coughed.

But Luther had no interest in Onyx’s kindness. He slapped Onyx’s hand away.

“Don’t go easy on me. I can take anything you can give.” Luther sucked a deep breath into his aching lungs. “I’ve had lots and lots of practice recently,” he lied and winked. “Just ask Elias.”

Onyx’s eyes blazed with fury. Suddenly, Onyx gripped Luther’s head with one hand whilst feeding Luther his cock with the other.

“I’ll show you.” Then Onyx was gripping Luther’s head with both hands, shoving Luther down, forcing him to take Onyx’s cock in his mouth and throat, not stopping until Luther’s nose was buried in Onyx’s pubic hair.

Onyx pulled back, dick sliding out. Luther inhaled through his nose.

“I’ll make you forget all about the lightning prince. I’ll make you forget all the others.” Onyx shoved his hips forward. “All you’ll be thinking about is me and taking my dick.”

Luther gripped at Onyx’s trousers with one hand as Onyx’s cock filled his throat repeatedly. With his other hand, Luther yanked at the ties of his own trousers. He shoved his hand inside and pulled himself out. Gripping his cock, he began to jerk himself.

Onyx growled above him, hips snapping as he fucked Luther’s face. Just as Luther wanted.

Onyx gave no gentleness. No kindness. He was just a man desperate to come and spill his seed down Luther’s throat.

Luther moaned, the sound muffled by Onyx’s dick.

Onyx’s fingers dug into Luther’s skull. He gazed down at Luther, arousal and anger blazing in his eyes.

Luther’s cock pulsed hot in his hand. Tears leaked from his eyes as he kept fighting his gag reflex. He managed to draw in slivers of air through his nose every time Onyx pulled back.

But it wasn’t quite enough. He felt dizzy and light-headed. Still, he wanted more. He wanted every single thrust of Onyx’s hips. He wanted every inch of Onyx’s cock deep in his throat.

Onyx thrust. “You are so good at this. So good at being on your knees in front of me.”

Luther’s balls tingled. His blood roared in his ears.

With a grunt, Onyx shoved his cock deep one final time, holding Luther in place with trembling hands. He threw his head back. His member pulsed in Luther’s throat, filling Luther with spurt after spurt of thick seed.

Tears ran down Luther’s cheeks as he stroked himself faster. His hand tightened on his cock as his whole body shook with need.

The pleasure built to a crescendo inside him. He cried out around Onyx’s dick. His own cock pulsed in his hand, and he shot onto the grass.

After a moment, Onyx released him, stepping back, cock sliding from Luther’s mouth.

Luther sucked in air. His lungs ached. He slumped against the wall. He wiped a hand over his tear-streaked face and his swollen lips. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his throat and mouth sore from use.

He smiled, perfectly sated.

When they’d first met, Luther had expected Onyx to be cold and dull during sex. But Onyx’s cold, hard exterior hid a volcanic passion that was desperate to burst forth.

After several moments, when his breathing and heartbeat had returned to normal, Luther opened his eyes.

Onyx righted his clothes, facing slightly away from Luther. A concerned frown marred Onyx’s face. “I’m sorry.”

A cold disappointment settled inside Luther, replacing the pleasure of a moment before.

Luther closed his eyes. Why couldn’t Onyx just enjoy himself? Why did he always regret touching Luther?

Onyx cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for?—”

Luther’s eyes snapped open. “If you finish that apology, I will transform into a dragon and eat you!”

Onyx turned towards him, eyes widening at the fury in Luther’s voice.

“I don’t want to hear about you regretting touching me.” Luther rose to his feet. “You wanted that! You wanted me! Don’t pretend you didn’t.”

“I did.” But Onyx sounded so defeated by it, like he was ashamed for wanting, for desiring Luther.

And somehow, that just made Luther feel even worse.

Luther felt dirty. And not the fun kind of dirty either.

Luther pressed his lips together. He stood, did up his trousers, ran a hand through his hair, and wiped at his cheeks. He doubted he looked like anything other than a man who’d just given a blow job behind some bushes, but he didn’t care.

Why was Luther so repulsive to Onyx?

Luther knew he was a fuck-up, a failure, a mess. He would understand if that made him unworthy of being loved and respected by someone like Onyx.

But did it really make him unworthy of being desired?

Apparently, to someone as noble, honourable, and respectable as Onyx, it did.

Unable to look at Onyx, Luther stepped out from the space between the azalea bushes and the wall.

Several people stared in their direction, whispering and giggling.

Onyx reached out and grabbed his arm. “Wait.”

For a split second, Luther thought Onyx might apologise, and not for fucking him, but for treating him like shit the second after spilling down his throat.

“You can’t just run off. We can’t look like we are fighting in front of others.” Onyx’s gaze flicked over the individuals in the garden. “We must think of appearances. For the sake of the treaty.”

A bright, fiery red filled Luther’s vision.

Because of course that was why Onyx had stopped Luther. Not because he cared about Luther and his feelings. But because of the precious fucking treaty.

“You want to make sure people believe we are serious about the treaty?” Luther asked.

“Of course.” Onyx gave a jerky nod.

Without giving himself time to second-guess, Luther flung himself at Onyx, wrapping his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, and practically humping him out in the open where everyone could see.

He heard excited murmurs from those watching.

Onyx froze.

Luther tore himself away and stepped back. “There. Now everyone will think we are serious about the treaty.”

Luther pointed to the azalea bushes. “Especially because it was clear we were fucking back there.” Luther scoffed. “No one thought we were fighting. And if anyone is uncertain, I’ll be sure to tell them I was sucking your cock. You know, for the sake of the treaty.”

Onyx stuttered.

But Luther didn’t give him time to pull himself together and respond. He marched off, a brittle smile on his face as he waved at the spectators, including Prince Elias Storm, who gave him a wink.

Thankfully, Onyx let him go.

Still, as Luther left the gardens and walked towards his room, there was a small part of Luther that wished Onyx would come after him.