Page 28 of Courting the Dragon Prince (A Royal Arrangement #1)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

L uther placed his palm on Onyx’s chest and shoved him back so Luther had the space to crawl along the bed towards the nightstand. He reached out, yanked open a drawer, and grabbed the vial of oil.

Then he felt Onyx’s hand on his arse cheek, squeezing. Luther’s breath stuttered. He pushed back into the touch.

“Fuck. This is a nice arse,” Onyx said.

Luther glanced back. Onyx knelt behind him, massaging the globe of Luther’s arse. He smacked it lightly, causing it to jiggle.

“Oh!” Luther gasped.

Onyx’s gaze met his, eyes bright with lust. “You like that?”

Luther moaned.

Onyx slapped Luther’s arse cheek again. This time with more force.

“Ah!” Luther’s dick jerked.

Onyx smacked him again, hard enough that Luther rocked forward. Then he smacked him again. And again.

Luther cried out with each strike.

“That isn’t an answer, Prince Luther. I asked you if you liked it?” Onyx spanked him again. The sound echoed in the room. “And I expect you to answer me.”

“Yes!” Luther arched his back. “I fucking love it.”

Onyx rained stinging smacks onto each of Luther’s arse cheeks. Luther whimpered and groaned. His cock twitched with each ringing blow.

Finally, Onyx stopped. In the silence that followed, Luther dropped his head forward to the bedding, taking deep, shaky breaths.

“Well, the next time you piss me off, I’ll just take it out on your arse.” Onyx smoothed his hand over the stinging flesh.

“Wouldn’t be much of a punishment,” Luther confessed.

Onyx chuckled, a warm sound that slid down Luther’s spine.

Finally, Onyx seemed to have embraced his desire for Luther. He wasn’t holding back.

Thank fuck.

Onyx’s fingers skated along the inflamed skin of Luther’s arse. Luther trembled beneath the feather-light touch, such a contrast to the harsh smacks.

Luther held out the vial of oil that he still clutched in his hand. “Here.”

Onyx grabbed it. Luther heard the bottle being unstopped, and he positioned himself on the bed on all fours. Onyx tugged Luther’s arse cheek to the side, opening Luther up.

Luther gasped as cool oil slid over his hole, down his taint, and over his balls before dripping onto the bed. The vial dropped onto the sheets a moment before Onyx’s thick fingers massaged his taint.

“Oh.” Luther lowered his elbows and head to the bed, giving himself over to Onyx’s skilful touch.

Onyx’s slippery fingers slid lower, fondling Luther’s balls, tugging gently. Luther bit his lip. But Onyx’s fingers kept moving, wrapping around Luther’s length, gripping him tight, sliding his hand up and down.

Luther thrust into Onyx’s callused grip. “Yes!” he hissed.

Onyx released him. Luther’s cock bobbed in the air, no longer receiving any delicious friction. A noise of protest escaped him.

Onyx smacked his arse. Luther cried out as his arse jiggled.

“Patience,” Onyx scolded. “You want me to pound your arse, right?”

Luther’s mouth snapped shut. He did want Onyx to pound his arse.

Why was Onyx all growly and demanding out of bed so annoying and Onyx all growly and demanding in bed so sexy?

Luther didn’t have any time to ponder that. More oil poured over his hole, swiftly followed by Onyx’s finger probing his rim. Luther rocked back, keen to have Onyx’s thick digit inside him.

Thankfully, Onyx seemed to have no desire to make Luther wait. He shoved his finger deep. Luther gasped, his hole clenching around the digit.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Onyx slid his finger in and out. “So tight and so hot.” A second finger slid in alongside the first. He scissored them apart. Luther groaned, undulating his hips.

“Onyx!” Luther whimpered. “Come on,” he begged, voice breathy. “Please. I can take you. Shove your cock inside me.”

Onyx’s fingers withdrew. The bed shifted and creaked. Onyx’s thighs brushed the inside of his. Luther spread his legs wider, giving Onyx more space, keen to have Onyx inside him.

Onyx spread Luther’s cheeks wide. The tip of Onyx’s cock kissed Luther’s entrance. Luther held his breath, body tight and thrumming with desperate anticipation.

Onyx thrust, filling Luther in one hard shove of his hips.

Luther yelled, and Onyx groaned.

Luther’s fingers clutched at the sheets as Onyx stretched him wide, taking him to the point where pleasure and pain danced and blended magically together.

“More,” Luther pleaded. “I want more.” Luther clenched his muscles, gripping Onyx’s cock inside him. “Give me more!”

Onyx shuddered. He pressed a hand to Luther’s lower back, sliding it up his spine, gripping his neck.

“You want more? I’ll give you more,” Onyx said, voice low and rumbling. “I’ll give you everything you can handle, little Prince.”

His cock slid back, withdrawing from Luther’s body until only the head remained inside him. Onyx shoved forward. Luther’s whole body jolted.

Luther cried out. Then Onyx was fucking him, hard and fast, in and out, punching into Luther’s body with harsh snaps of his hips. All the while, Onyx held Luther in place, one hand on his neck, the other gripping his hip as he rode Luther’s arse.

Onyx’s position shifted. Luther keened. Because now Onyx was nailing Luther’s prostate straight on with each powerful thrust.

Luther cried out as Onyx’s cock dragged over the sensitive nerves over and over again. Luther squeezed his eyes shut, pleasure skittering along his skin and burning through his blood.

Onyx’s grunts mixed with the slap of their bodies and Luther’s moans of pleasure.

Luther’s knees gave out under Onyx’s powerful thrusts. He collapsed onto his front. But Onyx barely paused. He kept pistoning his hips, burying himself deep inside Luther over and over.

And now Luther’s dick rubbed against the bedding.

“Mountain spirits! You feel so good around my cock,” Onyx growled.

Luther’s balls tingled as Onyx continued to fill his hole. His dick massaged Luther’s insides, and he struck Luther’s prostate over and over.

Had it ever been like this? Luther didn’t think so. He didn’t think anyone had ever fucked him so completely. Owned his body so entirely.

“Fuck!” Onyx cried out. “Take my dick.”

Luther’s whole body tensed. Every nerve in his body sparking. The bliss crested and peaked inside him.

His mouth opened on a silent scream. He came, body spasming as waves of ecstasy scorched through his body.

Behind him, Onyx roared. He shoved his hips forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt. He held in place, then shuddered, warm seed filling Luther’s greedy hole.

Onyx collapsed on top of him. Luther grunted.

Withdrawing his cock from Luther’s body, Onyx rolled to the side.

They lay side by side. Their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Luther could feel Onyx’s warm seed dribbling from his hole. He licked his dry lips, face pressed into the bed linen.

Luther closed his eyes. And for a split second, Luther felt a sudden, desperate desire to roll towards Onyx, press himself close, and feel Onyx’s warmth.

Luther imagined being held tightly in those big, strong arms. Perhaps in Onyx’s embrace, the nightmares would stay away for one night. Perhaps Onyx would protect Luther from the terrors that haunted him.

Luther could lay his face on Onyx’s broad chest and breathe in the smell of sweat, sex, and Onyx. His throat tightened at the thought of not being alone with his memories for one night.

And then maybe as the candles burned low and fizzled out, leaving them in complete darkness, Luther could work up the courage to tell Onyx about that which terrorised him. He could confess his sins to Onyx.

And maybe, just maybe Onyx wouldn’t hate Luther for what he’d done.

Luther squeezed his eyes tight. The silence stretched on.

But of course that wouldn’t happen. That was an impossible fantasy. That wasn’t what this marriage was.

The bed shifted. Onyx rose. His footsteps sounded in the room. “Well …” He trailed off.

Luther opened his eyes. But he didn’t look at Onyx, too afraid to see the revulsion and regret on his face once again. Onyx walked towards his clothes and dressed silently. After that, Onyx stood unmoving for several moments, as if uncertain what to do.

“I’ll, ah …” Onyx trailed off.

Finally, Luther’s gaze rose to Onyx’s face. But Luther didn’t see any disgust there.

“Thank you,” Onyx said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That was … That was great.”

Luther laughed and let the smile slide onto his face. “Trust me. You don’t have to thank me for anything.” He rolled onto his side, giving Onyx a full view. “I enjoyed myself very much.”

Onyx’s gaze skittered along Luther’s naked, sated body. His breath caught, and his gaze lingered. Perhaps Onyx regretted having dressed so quickly.

Onyx’s dark gaze met his. He gave a swift, awkward nod. “Well. Goodnight.” And with that, Onyx walked to the door, not glancing back.

The door clicked shut, leaving Luther alone in his room on his wedding night.

Luther collapsed onto his back, staring at the dark fabric canopy that draped above the bed. He let the smile slip away.

They’d consummated the marriage. The contract was complete. They’d done their part to seal the peace treaty.

And Luther had enjoyed the sex. Onyx had too. Everyone had enjoyed the sex.

And wasn’t that just splendid. Perfect even.

Onyx didn’t even seem repulsed afterwards. No twisting of his lip, no frown or looking away in repugnance. Onyx hadn’t regretted him.

Luther should be happy. It was exactly what he’d wanted.

Moving forward, perhaps Onyx would be interested in continuing fucking Luther on a regular basis. He could come to Luther’s room, fuck him, and leave before washing Luther from his skin.

Luther sighed. He was moping and being morose again.

He’d seen no evidence that Onyx felt the need to wash Luther’s touch from his skin. Not this time, at least. He’d even politely thanked Luther.

And strangely Luther had even wanted Onyx to stay. Like some pathetic puppy yearning for a little attention and comfort.

But of course, Onyx didn’t want to stay with him. Why would he? They hated each other.

In fact, it made no sense as to why Luther wanted Onyx to stay. He’d been ridiculous.

The emptiness of the room bore down on him. As the seconds ticked by, the silence grew more and more oppressive. He swallowed as he stared at the canopy above him.

It felt like at any moment, the memories would seep out from the weave of the canopy fabric and descend on him, wrapping around him and enveloping him so he couldn’t escape. The warm air of the room pressed down on him, growing heavier and heavier until his breathing came short and sharp.

Luther scrambled upright, legs hanging over the edge of the bed as he took shallow, uneven breaths.

There’d be no sleeping anytime soon. Not when he was in a mood like this. He rose and cleaned himself up, washing the remnants of the night’s activities from his body. He tugged on fresh clothes.

Where would he go? A late-night fly? A dance in the city?

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. He just needed to get out of here and keep moving.