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CHAPTER 26

W hile the words sounded innocent enough, there was nothing innocent about Pan’s touch. It was slow and sure, as he used exactly the right pressure and speed to make him hard.

Noah licked his lip. The moment Pan had confessed to being a god, he should’ve known he was out of his depth, and that Pan was out of his league. But it was rather hard to refuse him when Pan made him feel important, special.

And he was one hundred percent sure Pan was using him because he had magic.

He’d be lying if he denied enjoying the attention from a god. From a mythological being who hadn’t existed, or at least not existed in this world. That more he wanted growing up now existed, not that he could’ve said back then what he was searching for. Maybe it was magic that he’d been seeking, or magic had been seeking him, the entire time.

Is that why it hurt so much every time his mother had thrown out one of his collections? Pan’s teeth raked over his earlobe, dragging his attention back to the present, and sent a shiver of heat all the way to his toes.

He should agree for no other reason than this might be the only chance he had to sleep with a god. Someone who had been around for…for near enough to forever and knew what to do. This wasn’t a random hook up, or a drunk fumble to take advantage of an opportunity.

A small part of him remembered that giving carte blanche to a god was a bad idea. “That depends on what you’re going to do.”

Pan made a noise like a purr in his ear. “Smart. I like that. I will not do anything more than suck your dick.”

Again, Noah sensed something beneath the words. “But there’s definitely more to it.”

That purr again, another lick and nibble that made him gasp. “Physically, I will not do more than that. I assume you have experienced that pleasure before.”

Pan’s fingertips brushed the head of his dick. The thin layer of his briefs offering no protection from the touch.

“Um, yeah. And non-physically?”

“I’ll show you what is possible.” His lips brushed over Noah’s in promise.

He was about three seconds from agreeing to anything. “Meaning?”

“You are tired of hearing about magic, so stop listening and start feeling. Allow me to treat you as I have been treated.”

Noah closed his eyes, his entire body thrumming with need. He should not be this wound up from a few touches. They were practically hostages.

The world was fucked up, and he was trying to save a fucking dragon.

A god was about to give him a blow job.

None of these sentences made sense. Last week, if someone had told him this was how he’d be spending his evening, he’d have wondered what they’d taken and where he could get some.

“Okay.”

Pan drew back a little. “That was not very convincing.”

That’s because he didn’t know what he was diving into. “Fine, I will allow you to worship me by giving me a blow job.”

Pan rocked back, and Noah expected him to remove clothing.

He didn’t.

Every touch was through layers of fabric. Over his chest, his stomach, his thighs, but not where he wanted to be touched. He was tempted to guide Pan’s hand to his dick, but he’d agreed to let Pan do this his way.

Which meant every time he lifted his hand to touch him, it was gently moved away.

“You are not expected to do anything,” Pan murmured, as his fingers slid beneath Noah’s shirt and skated over his ribs, pushing up the shirt. Pan’s tongue licked a wet line from his navel up to one nipple.

Which was the wrong direction, but didn’t stop his back from arching for more. He wanted to do something. He couldn’t lie there and be worshipped.

Beyond the tent, the night quietened as most of the centaurs settled down for the night.

When Pan’s hand finally grazed his dick, Noah bit his lip to stay quiet, but his moan was still too loud in his ears. Aside from desperation, he wasn’t sure what else he should be feeling.

He lifted his hips, without Pan needing to say anything, and his jeans were peeled down, then pulled off. The cool air on his skin was a blessing but offered no relief from the heat in his blood. His dick pulsed with every heartbeat, leaking pre-cum onto his belly, and he existed only for each touch, and the promise of what was to come. He needed Pan to continue and never stop at the same time.

The soft caress of Pan’s lips along his aching shaft was almost too much. He sucked in a shuddering breath, not sure when his underwear had been removed. Things like that no longer mattered. Time didn’t matter.

His entire existence ebbed and flowed with the tide of desire.

Somehow Noah’s fingers threaded into Pan’s hair and held his horn as though it was the only thing keeping him grounded as the god’s tongue flicked over the head of his cock.

Each breath was a gasp as everything became too much. There was a whisper in him, around him, that he should let go and stop fighting.

What was he fighting? What was he trying to hold on to?

And if he let go, what would happen?

For a moment, he didn’t think he could give in. If he did, he’d never be the same again, but he couldn’t resist as lust consumed him. The whisper became a shout, drowning out every thought.

This is what it felt like to die. In the clarity of his last heartbeat, everything in the universe became clear. His life and all the paths he could’ve taken. The lives of everyone around him. The ripples and the holes, the ropes, and the weave. It glimmered golden around him and through him, all-encompassing.

He understood everything and nothing, yet the answer to every question was there. All he needed to do was…

It all broke apart.

“No,” he gasped as he reached for it, only to find nothing. No heart, no light, no magic.

What had he done wrong?

He opened his eyes to darkness. Then Pan’s mouth slid off his dick, and he looked up, his pupils filled with the golden light.

Noah needed it. He wanted it. He struggled to sit up, reaching for Pan and pulling him closer, claiming his lips and tasting himself on the god’s tongue.

Pan held his jaw, his eyes too bright to gaze at. “Sleep. Dream. Accept the gift of magic instead of hiding from it.”