Page 99 of Courting the Dragon Prince

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.