Page 35 of Courting the Dragon Prince (A Royal Arrangement #1)
Chapter Thirty-Five
O nyx’s throat dried as he stared at Luther.
The dragon prince reclined on the chair, robe hanging open, naked body on display. Droplets of red wine marked the dusky planes and grooves of his chest.
Onyx’s cock plumped. His heart raced, beating its desire for Luther.
“Well, are you going to just sit there, or are you going to help clean me up?” Luther asked with an exaggerated flutter of his eyelashes. “I don’t like being so dirty.” He slid his finger through the wine on his lower belly, toying with the dark nest of curls around his cock.
If Onyx weren’t so aroused, he would laugh at Luther’s display. But with Luther spread out and waiting for Onyx’s touch and tongue, laughter was very far from Onyx’s mind.
Onyx rose from his seat. He walked around the table and stood beside Luther’s chair. Luther’s green eyes twinkled as they stared up at him.
For just a single moment, Onyx thought over the events of the day that had led them to this point. From tea, to fighting, to hearing his mother laugh, to opening up to each other, to Luther sleeping in his bed. It all seemed so surreal.
He’d enjoyed watching Luther in his bed, so unguarded in sleep. But Onyx had to admit, he enjoyed watching Luther naked and playful.
Onyx leaned down and gripped the arms of the chair. He dragged the chair around, turning it to face him. He shook his head and tsked. “You really have made a mess, my prince.”
“I have.” Luther sighed dramatically. He lifted his cup to his lips and drank, but some missed. More wine slid down his jaw and throat and onto his chest. “Oops!” Luther’s chest rose and fell in an unsteady rhythm, the dark skin of his throat flushed.
Onyx had never engaged in playful, teasing sex. But he was more than willing to throw himself into it. He wanted to make Luther beg and plead and come.
Onyx knelt on the rug. “I guess I’ll just have to clean you up.”
He placed a hand on Luther’s thigh, feeling a tremor run through it. Slowly, Onyx leaned forward. He opened his mouth.
Luther sucked in a breath as Onyx licked Luther’s nipple. Onyx swirled his tongue around the nub, feeling it harden. He tasted wine, sweat, and a smoky musk. Onyx gripped Luther by the waist as he tongued Luther’s nipple. He bit, teasing the nub between his teeth.
Luther cried out. His hand threaded through Onyx’s hair, tugging the short strands.
Onyx licked further down, chasing the wine, feeling muscles tense beneath his tongue. He licked at droplets, following them over hard abs and to the trail of hair leading to Luther’s groin. Onyx lapped at the dark curls.
“Onyx,” Luther moaned. His body arched, pressing into Onyx’s tongue.
Then Onyx pulled back, breathing heavily. Luther looked very much the debauched prince splayed on the chair, limbs heavy, skin flushed, and cock hard. He still held a half-filled glass of wine precariously in one hand.
Onyx’s cock jerked in his trousers. But he’d be patient. He wanted to make his husband come undone before he tended to his own needs.
“I missed the wine you spilt up here.” Onyx leaned forward.
Luther sucked in a breath the second before Onyx’s tongue pressed against the hollow of his throat. Luther shuddered as Onyx’s tongue swiped.
“Onyx! Oh!” Luther gripped at Onyx’s shoulders with one hand.
Onyx moved downwards, licking up the wine. He groaned at the taste of Luther and wine mixed together. He stroked Luther’s flanks, running firm hands over soft skin.
“Please!” Luther threw back his head and cried out.
Onyx pulled back, spotting more wine on Luther’s jaw. Onyx slid his hand around the nape of Luther’s neck and tilted Luther’s head back.
Onyx rose onto his knees, looming over Luther. Luther blinked up at him, panting and desperate, his dark pupils swallowing most of the green of his eyes.
“Onyx,” Luther whispered. “Onyx. Please,” he begged.
It amazed Onyx that the combative prince would be so submissive and docile in his need. It made Onyx’s dick throb with the desire to be buried inside Luther’s willing body.
Later. Onyx had other things he needed to do first.
Onyx lowered his head, lapping at the wine on Luther’s jaw. Luther moaned, and Onyx followed the trail of wine to Luther’s stained lips.
Their lips moved together, a kiss far softer than any they’d shared before. There was no clashing of teeth, no urgency, no fighting. Luther just opened to him, welcomed him, yielded to him with pliant lips.
Onyx shivered. Tongues swirled in a gentle dance. One of Luther’s hands rested on Onyx’s shoulder as the kiss continued.
Finally, Onyx pulled back. Luther stared up at him, eyes unfocused. Still, he managed to hold the glass of wine in one hand.
Onyx stroked Luther’s cheek. Luther sighed, his eyes drifting closed. Onyx pressed a chaste kiss to Luther’s cheek, lips lingering against Luther’s skin. He pulled back and sat on his heels.
“Finished. I have cleaned up all the wine,” Onyx said.
Luther blinked at him. “What?”
Onyx tried to hide a smile. “I cleaned up all the mess you made.” He gestured to Luther’s body. “You’re welcome.”
A sound of disbelief escaped Luther. “But … But … I need …” He gestured to the hard length resting against his thigh. “What about my dick?”
Onyx leaned forward, examining Luther’s cock. “I don’t see any wine there.”
An array of expressions flitted across Luther’s face before he landed on disbelief.
It took everything for Onyx to smother his laughter.
Then Luther’s expression cleared. “You’re right. And I should probably put this cup of wine down before I spill any more.”
Luther slowly moved the cup in the direction of the table. Then he paused, glass hovering over his lap. He tipped it. A stream of wine spilled onto his dick, groin, and balls and soaked into the robe beneath him.
“Oh no! Not again!” Luther cried out. “What a silly mistake!” Luther placed the now empty glass onto the table. Then he leaned back, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “I’m so sorry, Onyx. Now you’ll have more to clean up.”
Onyx frowned. “Did you make more mess on purpose?”
“I … no.” Luther’s eyes widened. “Of course not.” He placed a hand on the middle of his chest. “It was just an honest mistake. I swear.”
Onyx leaned towards him, hands resting on Luther’s thighs. He squeezed, hard. Luther gasped.
“Then I better clean you up,” Onyx said, voice low and firm.
Luther’s wine-covered dick jerked.