Page 44 of Courting the Dragon Prince (A Royal Arrangement #1)

Chapter Forty-Four

A shiver started at the base of Luther’s spine, travelling upwards. The hairs on his arms stood.

Onyx’s dark eyes, hard and unyielding, glinted. The intensity of Onyx’s gaze pegged Luther in place.

A promise lingered in Onyx’s eyes: a promise of pleasure, a promise of punishment, a promise of pain and of being at Onyx’s complete and absolute mercy.

Fires and flames. That’s what I want.

Luther struggled to speak. Struggled to move. Struggled to draw breath. All he knew was the want that burned in his blood. He stared up at Onyx, wanting, waiting, yearning to see what this man would do next.

Luther had never been quite like this with a lover before. So overcome with need. So willing to give up all control.

Around them, the crowds moved, some glancing their way. Colours and jewellery glinted in his peripheral vision. Music played. But Luther’s whole world had narrowed to the earth elemental in front of him.

“Maybe we should go somewhere private?” Onyx’s hand squeezed the back of Luther’s neck.

Luther suppressed a moan. “Yes.”

Onyx smiled. “Then come on.” Onyx dropped his hand from Luther’s neck.

Luther whimpered at the loss.

Then Onyx wrapped his hand around Luther’s wrist. He tugged Luther through the crowd, past chitter-chatter, drunken laughter, and furtive whispered discussions. They all passed in a blur of nothingness.

Only Onyx mattered to Luther right now.

His legs wobbled. Drawing enough air into his lungs became a challenge.

Why did Onyx always make him feel so befuddled? With other lovers, he always kept his thoughts together. He was always able to know what he wanted and how to go about getting it.

But with Onyx, he felt like flinging himself at the powerfully built man and just begging for Onyx to do with Luther as he wanted. Perhaps Luther should worry about this change in himself. But honestly, he didn’t give a fuck.

They passed tearooms, sitting rooms, and rooms set up with card tables. People gathered—drinking tea, wine, whisky, and mead—laughing, slapping cards down onto tables, and clapping.

But Onyx passed these rooms quickly. Luther’s body hummed with arousal and anticipation. His cock throbbed eagerly in his trousers.

Onyx paused in a doorway. Luther glanced past him.

A library. More importantly, an empty library.

Bookshelves lined the walls. Heavy burgundy curtains hung before large windows. A thick patterned carpet covered the floor. In the middle of the room was a cluster of chairs and settees facing one another. A small lantern sitting on a table provided the only light.

Onyx tugged Luther into the room. He released Luther’s wrist, closed the door behind them, and turned the lock. Luther’s gaze fixed on the ornate bronze key in the lock before his attention returned to Onyx.

“You’ve been lying to me,” Onyx said, voice low and dangerous.

“No.” The protest jumped to Luther’s lips automatically.

Onyx cocked a brow. “No?” He took a step towards Luther.

Luther took a step back. He shook his head, feeling like a rabbit cornered and caught by a wolf. Except this wolf didn’t look like he wanted to eat the rabbit. This wolf wanted to fuck him.

Luther’s cock jerked.

“You didn’t try and make me believe you’d fucked the lightning prince?” Onyx lifted his hands to Luther’s coat. He undid it, tugging it open with rough, jerky movements.

Luther sucked in a breath. “Well …”

“Well?” Onyx pulled off Luther’s coat and threw it on the floor. He unbuttoned Luther’s shirt, almost tearing the buttons off. “You didn’t try and make me think that you’d been sharing your talented mouth and your tight arse with others?”

Luther said nothing. Because he had done that. He’d wanted Onyx to believe he’d had lovers all over the monastery.

And now Onyx would make him pay for his dishonesty.

Onyx threw Luther’s shirt on the floor. Then Onyx reached for Luther’s trousers. He untied them with the same harsh treatment he’d given to all Luther’s other clothing.

“You wanted to make me jealous, didn’t you?” Onyx demanded.

Luther stared wide-eyed at Onyx, enraptured by the force of the man before him. His skin flushed. Heat surged through his body, building to a peak in his groin.

Onyx tugged Luther’s trousers down, Luther’s drawers with them. “Answer me, Prince,” Onyx commanded, voice low and gravelly.

“Yes,” Luther breathed. “I did all that. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Onyx shook his head. “It will take more than a mere sorry to right this wrong.” Onyx’s hand pressed against Luther’s chest, pushing him backwards.

Luther stumbled, unable to step because his trousers were around his ankles, getting caught up in his boots. But Onyx gripped his arms, stopping him from falling onto the floor.

Instead, he guided Luther back until his calves hit the settee behind him. Onyx released him, and Luther fell onto his naked backside, staring up at Onyx.

“You wanted to make me jealous. You wanted to annoy me.” Onyx reached down. With rough movements, he lifted Luther’s legs and yanked off Luther’s boots and his trousers. He cast them aside. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

Luther lay sprawled naked on the settee. He nodded.

“You wanted to make me lose my temper. Be overcome by jealous lust. You wanted me to lose control.” Onyx leaned over him, hands braced on the back of the settee on either side of Luther’s head. “But why would you want that?”

Luther’s heavy breathing filled the air.

Onyx cupped Luther’s jaw, grip hard, tipping his head back. “Is it because you wanted me to take what I wanted from you? Did you want me to unleash all my furious desire on you without holding back?”

“Yes,” Luther whispered.

Onyx smiled. “Well, then, I better give you what you wanted, right?”

“Please,” Luther begged, desperate and loving it. Revelling in the feel of Onyx being in charge of him.

Onyx tilted his head. “I wonder what I should do with you first. I wonder how I shall get my revenge for all the lies you’ve told me.” Onyx slid his fingers through Luther’s hair. “Should I take my anger out on your delectable arse? Your mouth?”

“Please.” Luther closed his eyes, moaning as Onyx’s fingers glided through his hair. Onyx’s fingers tightened. “You will tell me to stop if anything is too much or you don’t like something, okay?”

Luther’s mouth fell open as he sucked in air. He groaned as he tugged against Onyx’s fingers buried in his hair.

“Luther?” Onyx tilted Luther’s head back, fingers tightening. “Open your eyes.”

Luther obeyed, staring up once again at Onyx.

“You will tell me to stop if anything is too much or you don’t like something, okay?” Onyx repeated, voice firm.

Luther tried to nod. But Onyx’s hand in his hair still held him in place. “Okay,” he whispered.

Onyx stared down into his eyes. “What do you say if it is too much?”

“Stop,” Luther said obediently.

Onyx nodded. He smiled. “Good boy.”

Luther breathed out, warmth spreading through him at Onyx’s words.

“You’ve got such plump lips.” Fingers still buried in Luther’s hair, Onyx reached down. He undid his own belt, metal clinking. Then he unbuttoned his leather trousers. He tugged his long, hard cock free, angling the tip towards Luther’s mouth.

Luther salivated. The smell of Onyx’s musky arousal hit Luther. He inhaled deeply and groaned. He tried to lean forward, but he couldn’t break free from Onyx’s grip on his head.

Onyx let out a wicked chuckle. “Eager little slut, aren’t you?”

Onyx took a step closer, bringing his dick nearer to Luther’s mouth. Prominent veins ran up the thick shaft. The flushed head called to Luther’s mouth. A bead of pre-cum gathered at the slit and beckoned to Luther to lick it up.

“Please,” Luther whispered, pulling against Onyx’s grip. He stuck out his tongue, already imagining the salty taste dancing on it.

Agonisingly slowly, Onyx guided Luther’s head closer to his dick. Luther stretched his tongue, desperate and eager, wiggling in the air as he inched closer and closer.

Finally, his tongue made contact. He moaned, eyes drifting shut as he lapped at the tip before swirling his tongue around the crown.

“Fuck,” Onyx breathed, fingers tight on Luther’s skull as Luther slid his tongue around and around. He teased the slit with a moan.

The hand in Luther’s hair loosened but didn’t release entirely. “Suck me,” Onyx growled as he stepped in closer.

Luther didn’t need to be told twice. He opened his mouth, and the velvety smooth skin of Onyx’s length slid along his lips as Luther took Onyx’s dick into his mouth. His tongue ran along the veins and ridges of Onyx’s cock. Luther sucked, cheeks hollowing. He bobbed his head up and down.

“Mountain spirits.” Onyx choked. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Onyx let go of his cock. He rocked his hips as Luther sucked him, his length sliding in and out of Luther’s mouth.

Luther closed his eyes, giving himself over to the leathery, earthy scent of Onyx, the musky, salty taste on his tongue, the feel of Onyx’s fingers tugging his hair, and the groans and grunts of pleasure that fell from Onyx’s lips.

Onyx guided Luther faster, the sounds he made growing in volume as he thrust into Luther’s mouth. His hand in Luther’s hair trembled. More and more pre-cum spilled into Luther’s mouth.

Luther increased the suction. He tried to take Onyx deeper, keen for Onyx to spill his seed in Luther’s mouth. Luther promised himself he would not miss a single drop.

Suddenly, Onyx’s hand gripped Luther’s skull tight. But instead of flooding Luther’s mouth, Onyx tugged Luther backwards off his cock.

Luther whined as Onyx flung him back on the settee, releasing his grip from Luther’s hair.

Onyx panted. His wet dick, glistening from Luther’s spit, hung between his thick thighs. Onyx wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and squeezed.

“No.” Luther cried out. He leaned forward, reaching for Onyx’s cock.

But Onyx put a hand on his shoulder and shoved him back. He tucked his cock away but didn’t do up his trousers.

What the fuck is happening?

He could practically taste Onyx’s sweet spend on his tongue.

Onyx took a deep breath. “You still need to be punished for your disrespectful behaviour. Only then do you get my cum.”