Page 30 of Courting the Dragon Prince

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.