Page 66 of Courting the Dragon Prince

His mouth opened on a silent scream. He came, body spasming as waves of ecstasy scorched through his body.

Behind him, Onyx roared. He shoved his hips forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt. He held in place, then shuddered, warm seed filling Luther’s greedy hole.

Onyx collapsed on top of him. Luther grunted.

Withdrawing his cock from Luther’s body, Onyx rolled to the side.

They lay side by side. Their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Luther could feel Onyx’s warm seed dribbling from his hole. He licked his dry lips, face pressed into the bed linen.

Luther closed his eyes. And for a split second, Luther felt a sudden, desperate desire to roll towards Onyx, press himself close, and feel Onyx’s warmth.

Luther imagined being held tightly in those big, strong arms. Perhaps in Onyx’s embrace, the nightmares would stay away for one night. Perhaps Onyx would protect Luther from the terrors that haunted him.

Luther could lay his face on Onyx’s broad chest and breathe in the smell of sweat, sex, and Onyx. His throat tightened at the thought of not being alone with his memories for one night.

And then maybe as the candles burned low and fizzled out, leaving them in complete darkness, Luther could work up the courage to tell Onyx about that which terrorised him. He could confess his sins to Onyx.

And maybe, just maybe Onyx wouldn’t hate Luther for what he’d done.

Luther squeezed his eyes tight. The silence stretched on.

But of course that wouldn’t happen. That was an impossible fantasy. That wasn’t what this marriage was.

The bed shifted. Onyx rose. His footsteps sounded in the room. “Well …” He trailed off.

Luther opened his eyes. But he didn’t look at Onyx, too afraid to see the revulsion and regret on his face once again. Onyx walked towards his clothes and dressed silently. After that, Onyx stood unmoving for several moments, as if uncertain what to do.

“I’ll, ah …” Onyx trailed off.

Finally, Luther’s gaze rose to Onyx’s face. But Luther didn’t see any disgust there.

“Thank you,” Onyx said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That was … That was great.”

Luther laughed and let the smile slide onto his face. “Trust me. You don’t have to thank me for anything.” He rolled onto his side, giving Onyx a full view. “I enjoyed myself very much.”

Onyx’s gaze skittered along Luther’s naked, sated body. His breath caught, and his gaze lingered. Perhaps Onyx regretted having dressed so quickly.

Onyx’s dark gaze met his. He gave a swift, awkward nod. “Well. Goodnight.” And with that, Onyx walked to the door, not glancing back.

The door clicked shut, leaving Luther alone in his room on his wedding night.

Luther collapsed onto his back, staring at the dark fabric canopy that draped above the bed. He let the smile slip away.

They’d consummated the marriage. The contract was complete. They’d done their part to seal the peace treaty.

And Luther had enjoyed the sex. Onyx had too. Everyone had enjoyed the sex.

And wasn’t that just splendid. Perfect even.

Onyx didn’t even seem repulsed afterwards. No twisting of his lip, no frown or looking away in repugnance. Onyx hadn’t regretted him.

Luther should be happy. It was exactly what he’d wanted.

Moving forward, perhaps Onyx would be interested in continuing fucking Luther on a regular basis. He could come to Luther’s room, fuck him, and leave before washing Luther from his skin.

Luther sighed. He was moping and being morose again.

He’d seen no evidence that Onyx felt the need to wash Luther’s touch from his skin. Not this time, at least. He’d even politely thanked Luther.