Page 32 of Courting the Dragon Prince

“Beg me,” Onyx growled. “Beg me to let you come.”

The prince hesitated. Onyx slowed his strokes further.

“Please,” Prince Luther said between gritted teeth. “Please let me come. I beg you to let me come.”

Onyx gripped harder. He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

The prince moaned. “Please.” He gasped. “Like that. Let me finish. Oh!” His whole body trembled. “I’m so close. Please. Please!”

The prince threw his head back. He cried out, body jolting as thick, warm seed spilled over Onyx’s fist. The prince shuddered.

Onyx released Prince Luther’s dick and tore his own trousers open. He tugged his dick free and stroked, gaze flickering over the prince’s body beneath him.

“I’m going to spill my seed on you,” he whispered as he jerked himself.

His balls tingled as his gut tightened. He stroked himself faster.

“Do it.” Prince Luther’s gaze fixed hungrily on Onyx’s cock. “Fuck. Your cock is massive,” he whispered and licked his lips.

Suddenly, Onyx’s orgasm slammed into him. Pleasure barrelled through him. Cum spurted from his cock, splattering over the prince’s dick and clothes. Onyx cried out, throwing his head back.

As the last of his seed spent, he slumped forward.

After several moments, Onyx rose. And so did Prince Luther. The coldness soaked into him as the last of the bliss sapped from his body.

Both silent, they righted their clothes and cleaned up as best they could.

Overhead, the storm moved on. The thunder grew softer. Onyx glanced at the prince before looking away.

Slowly, regret replaced the ecstasy of release.

What was I thinking? Why did I do that? We hate each other. We’re meant to be doing a quest.

His skin prickled with shame at his lack of self-control.

“Prince Luther, I must apo?—”

“Just Luther.” He chuckled. “I think we can do without titles after what just happened.”

“Luther.” Onyx forced himself to meet Luther’s gaze. “I am sorry for my behaviour. That was a mistake.”

The smile dropped from Luther’s face. He stared at Onyx, face blank. “Explain to me exactly how that was a mistake?”

“Well …” Onyx struggled to put his thoughts together.

“We’re about to be fucking married,” Luther said. “How is having sex with your betrothed a mistake? In fact, I believe we will be required to fuck. Pretty sure that’s part of the marriage contract we will sign.”

“Technically, we would just need to have sex once,” Onyx clarified. “After we are married.”

A disgusted noise escaped the prince. “If we’re going to be forced to marry each other, the least we could get is some sex out of it.”

“But we despise each other,” Onyx pressed.

Luther’s eyes widened with disbelief. “So? What does that have to do with anything?”

How could Luther not think that mattered?

Sex should, at the very least, be with someone one held some affection for. And Luther thought it would be fine to keep bedding each other despite despising each other.