Page 63 of Courting the Dragon Prince

“Are you going to undress too?” Luther asked. “Or are you just going to watch me undress?”

“Oh. Of course.” Onyx reached for the buttons of his coat, tugging them open. He shrugged himself free of it and removed his tunic, letting them all fall onto the floor. He leaned over to undo and tug his boots off.

Luther stepped towards him, still wearing his trousers. His gaze roamed over Onyx’s bare skin. “I don’t mind you watching me. I just thought you might like to give me something to look at too.” He smiled playfully.

Onyx rose to his feet. “Luther …” Perhaps he should keep his mouth shut and just go along with … whatever this was. But he couldn’t. “Are you all right?”

Luther laughed lightly. “Whatever do you mean?”

“You … you’ve been ignoring me. Or angry with me. And now …” Onyx gestured between them.

Luther smiled, a too-tight smile that didn’t touch his eyes.

“Well, we are married and must consummate the marriage.” Luther paused. “You despise me. Hate me. Can’t stand to be around me.” Luther shrugged and laughed, but it sounded … wrong.

Onyx’s brows lowered. “I?—”

“But you’re attracted to me,” Luther mused, placing his hand on Onyx’s chest. Luther stared at his fingers as they slid slowly along Onyx’s pale skin.

Onyx sucked in a breath.

“And I’m attracted to you.” Luther’s green gaze rose to Onyx’s. “So I figured if we’re going to be stuck in this miserable marriage for the rest of our lives, at the very least, I should enjoy getting my arse properly pounded once by my husband. Don’t you think?”

Before Onyx had time to fully process Luther’s words or respond, Luther’s lips were against his, their bodies pressed together.

Onyx groaned as he gripped Luther’s waist, returning the kiss. Their mouths moved together. Onyx pressed his tongue forward, delving into Luther’s mouth.

Luther was right.

This was not a marriage where love existed. Liking each other wasn’t even a part of their union. They didn’t get along. They probably never would. They’d never have a practical, simple, platonic relationship.

Onyx had been a fool to think they could.

But they desired each other. And since they had to consummate the marriage, shouldn’t they at least enjoy it?

Their lips moved against one another. Onyx plundered Luther’s mouth with his tongue.

If this was the one good thing they could get from the marriage, then what was wrong with that?

Fuck. Maybe we could build our marriage around this.

They could stop talking. Stop being around each other. They could just fuck and then avoid each other completely outside the bedroom.

Onyx doubted the two of them could manage a better marriage than that.

So he should just get over the guilt and his hopes of having an amicable marriage and just accept they’d always abhor each other and give in to his lust and desire.

Which was easy to do with Luther in his arms, his fingers clutching Onyx’s neck as their tongues twined together.

Onyx slipped his hand over the back of Luther’s arse. He squeezed the firm muscle. Luther’s thigh slotted between Onyx’s legs, pressing against the growing bulge. Onyx groaned.

“I’m going to enjoy sinking my cock into your arse.” Onyx nipped at Luther’s bottom lip.

Luther shuddered, grinding against Onyx.

But first Onyx wanted to see him. All of him.

He pulled back and reached for Luther’s trousers. Luther seemed to have the same idea.