Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Exhaustion set in not long after they returned.

It was a good kind of tired, if that was a thing, like after a hard workout when his body was flooded with endorphins. But by the time he got to his room, Finn wanted only a steaming hot shower and his bed, approximately in that order. Muscles had been used that day that he hadn’t even known he possessed, and every damn one of them was aching.

He managed the shower and fell into bed, thinking he’d tumble into sleep before his head hit the pillow. Instead, he tossed restlessly. Maybe it was because up to now he hadn’t had much time to think about his incredible change in status. To go from being a guarded “guest,” aka “prisoner,” to being trained to fly and fight by the prince himself was a huge change and would take some getting used to. He couldn’t even talk about it to anyone because he couldn’t fail to notice Jazdon and some of the others didn’t exactly have reflective personalities. Hell, maybe it was better that way. Easier to not think about the fact that his whole fucking life up to now had been nothing but a lie.

He had questions no one seemed to have answers for. Like how the hell could his real father have been Isatolia, since that was what Daltor had implied? He had always believed—still believed his real father was human. They had been close while he was alive, and he would have told him otherwise. Finn knew it. So how could he be full dragon? According to Merlon, a human could be changed into a dragon like he’d been, but there was obviously some process. Had his mother changed him somehow when he’d been too young to know it? He’d been so little when she died, he didn’t remember much. And why exactly had she run away from her home with the Greengile and everything she’d ever known in the first place? It sounded romantic and all that, but damned farfetched.

The Isatolia weren’t exactly friendly to humans, and they wanted to protect their secrets. But Finn had never been treated with outright hostility by any of them, except for the time he’d gone exploring and Jazdon’s soldiers thought he was spying on them. The Greengiles were supposed to be even more tolerant and less war-like than the Isatolia, but their king had acted with open hostility toward him. It just wasn’t adding up.

A soft knock on the door had him sitting up seconds before it opened to reveal Jazdon, who had never had a problem invading Finn’s room and treating it like his own.

He gave Finn a sardonic smile. “If you’re still awake, I guess I didn’t work you hard enough today.”

“Trust me, any harder and I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Jazdon sat down on the side of the bed, and the look he gave Finn was hot and smoky as his eyes raked over his naked chest. “I could sense your restless thoughts. What’s the problem?”

“No problem. Or none anyone can solve anyway. I was thinking about my mother and why she left her home and her family for my father.” He shook his head.

"Maybe he was an Isatolia, like Daltor said. Though my father doesn’t remember anything like that, and he would have been a young man at the time. He would have heard about it.”

“My father was human. We were close and I know he would never keep something like that from me. Though it is puzzling, in a way. Don’t get me wrong, my dad was a good guy, but not exciting or particularly handsome, He was older than my mom and just an ordinary man. An ordinary human. And she was … so beautiful. I was only a little kid, but I remember that, and I’ve seen her photos. She was a good mother—I still remember her singing to me.”

“Do you remember what she sang?”

“I asked my dad about it once, because it was always the same song. He wrote the words down for me—an odd thing to sing to a four-year-old, because it was so dark. All about theft and murder and death.”

“What?” Jazdon’s gaze and tone both sharpened. “Do you remember any of the words?”

“Not the words, no. Like I said, it’s been a long time, and she mostly sang in what I thought must have been Icelandic. I know it was a weird, sad song, but my dad said a lot of the old Scandinavian ballads are like that. They were mostly women’s songs, sang while they worked or put children to sleep. They weren’t even written down until the late 1600s, he said. This one was written much later than that, in modern times. He tried to translate it for me a bit. I remember it was about a king who feared his cousin would take his throne and steal his treasure. I guess the old legends about dragons loving treasure had some truth in them. Anyway, he was right too, because the king was murdered, but that’s about all I remember.

Like I said, pretty dark.” Finn frowned as a new memory returned. “Oh wait, in the end there was something else about a prophecy.” He shrugged and gave Jazdon a soft smile. “I don’t remember all of it. Damn, I hadn’t thought about all that in years.”

Jazdon had been watching him intently while he rambled on about the old song, and his gaze was dark and brooding. “What is it?” Finn asked, as Jazdon continued to stare at him. “Is something wrong?”

“No. Your story just reminded me of something, that’s all. It’s probably nothing. But you need a good night’s sleep now, so I should go. I plan to work you really hard tomorrow.”

Finn groaned and fell back against the pillows, making Jazdon laugh. “Stop your complaining—you’ll thank me one day.”

“Will I though? Really?” Jazdon shook his head, still smiling and got to his feet, but Finn caught his hand. “You look tired too. Why don’t you stay?”

Jazdon’s gaze smoldered on him. “If I stay, we won’t be getting much sleep.”

“I’m counting on it,” Finn replied and tugged him down to sprawl out beside him.

Jazdon groaned and ground his cock against Finn, a delicious drag of friction and heat. He drove his tongue deep in Finn’s mouth, sweeping across the inside of it, tasting him, so Finn brought one hand between them and stuck his hand inside Jazdon’s waistband to wrap around his large cock, stroking it a little frantically, eagerly. Jazdon was long, thick and well-formed, filling Finn’s hand perfectly.

Jazdon nipped at Finn’s neck, breaking the skin a little and bringing the blood to the surface. Then he licked at it hungrily. Finn tried to pull him back into a lingering kiss, trailing kisses over his eyes, his cheeks and even his nose before moving down to bite his lips and then kiss them again. His cock felt swollen and heavy, so he reached down to free it from the tight confines of the briefs he had worn to bed. Once freed, he pushed his cock against Jazdon’s again, desperate for more friction, more touch, more everything. Jaz ground back into him, rasping his jaw against Finn’s and whispering something in a rough tone that sounded Icelandic. Whatever he said, Finn’s cock responded to its dominant tone, and he felt himself twitch hard and strain even harder.

Jazdon’s hand slid over Finn’s ass, palming him. It started up an ache in his balls, and he only struggled for another minute or two before giving in and sagging down with a little sigh. He wasn’t going to fight him for control, though he’d love to feel his cock buried deep inside Jazdon, staking his claim. Jazdon kept stroking, easing a blunt finger into him, massaging and stretching.  Then another finger, as all the while he kept murmuring those words to him, calling him who knew what in that incomprehensible language. The tone alone should have made him feel embarrassed and no doubt would if he knew what he was saying, but just then he liked it. Nobody had given him many endearments in his life—at least none he could remember.

“I-I don’t bottom often,” Finn whispered, to remind him to go slow. Jaz was actually one of the few he’d ever bottomed for, but this wasn’t the time to talk about it. Jazdon murmured something to him and flipped Finn over on his stomach, pulling him effortlessly up to his knees. Finn spread his legs, shivering some—not because he was cold, but in anticipation, and because he wanted Jazdon so much. He heard the rustle of clothing as Jaz finished stripping off and after a few more seconds, Jazdon’s broad finger breached him, and this time it was slippery, maybe with his own precome, which sent another shiver streaking through Finn.

Finn was breathing raggedly by this time, his knees trembling. Jazdon’s slick fingers danced over his crease and massaged into him again, taking their time and opening him. After a while, Jazdon leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Spread yourself for me,” he said, and Finn’s face heated, but he reached behind himself and did it, feeling the brush of Jazdon’s cock at his entrance soon after, with its oddly wedged shape, slowly, inexorably beginning to push into him.

This time the stretch made Finn groan, and Jazdon’s hands smoothed possessively over his ass. He changed his angle, and this time raked his cock over Finn’s prostate, lighting him on fire so that he pushed back for more.

“There?” Jazdon’s voice was growly and coarse with passion.

“Yes. But more—harder.”

He obliged Finn, bumping his prostate again and again with that thick cock. Gradually Finn felt his tight muscles giving way, and Jazdon was sliding deeper inside him. Finn arched against him and thought he could come from this alone without even a touch to his own prick.

“You feel so good around me. Such a sweet ass—so beautiful.”

Finn’s cock stiffened even further at the dirty talk, spoken in English this time so he could understand. The burn was easing away, and he felt stuffed and full and owned. He rocked against Jazdon over and over, and he was surprised at how excited it made him feel. He reached down to stroke his cock, but Jazdon pushed his hand away. “No,” he said, his voice more of a snarl now than actual words. “Mine.”

Finn was pretty sure there was a little begging involved, and some cursing and more pleading, as he pushed his ass back against him, asking for more. His head fell back on Jazdon’s shoulder as he pulled Finn up in his lap. He kept up a steady rhythm, pounding into Finn now. He reached around him and stroked his hand over Finn’s cock again and again, and this time when Finn glanced down, he saw those black-tipped claws again and blue-green scales on the backs of his hand.

He was seriously driving Finn crazy, squeezing him tighter and giving him one more bold stroke. Finn came, come shooting out of him and painting his stomach and chest. It felt like he might be dying as he humped against the hand that was bringing him this pleasure. All he could do was ride the wave of pleasure to its finish. When it was finally over, he reached around for Jaz’s hip as he heard him cry out and come hard inside him. Finn could have sworn he saw little blue and green sparks swirling in the air around them, lighting up the dark.

When both their climaxes began to fade, Finn sagged forward, totally wiped out, his body still reacting with little aftershocks. Finn could feel the heat of Jazdon’s come filling his ass and dripping down the inside of his thighs. The prince was tall enough that his lips were by Finn’s ear so he couldn’t resist turning his face for another kiss. Jazdon complied and then nuzzled Finn with his nose and whispered to him, still breathing hard.

“Are you all right?”

“I-I think so.” Finn was panting a bit. “That was pretty intense. Is it always this way for dragons?”

Jazdon chuckled and kissed the side of his face. “I can’t speak for all dragons, Finn.”

“It just occurred to me that it’s because you’re a dragon that you said we didn’t need condoms—or ‘I carry no diseases.” He intoned the words in an accented voice.

“Was that supposed to be me?”

“Yes, it was,” Finn replied, laughing up at him, looking a little smug and satisfied with himself. Jaz looked like he kind of wanted to hit him. Or kiss him again—either way was fine with Finn.

“Dragons don’t carry human diseases, so we have no need for condoms.”

“Good to know. Of course, I rarely bottom for anybody.”

“But you will for me.” Jaz said it kind of cocky, like there was no question about it.

“Yes. And maybe you will for me next time.”

He smiled and traced a finger over Finn’s lips. “What is it you always say when we’re flying, and I ask you to try something, and you say it’s too hard?”

Finn knew the exact words he had growled at Jazdon numerous times during training…it’s not going to happen.

Instead, Finn tipped his chin. “I don’t recall.”

“You do too.” He eyed the teasing glint in Finn’s sexy blue eyes.

“Are you telling me you’ll never bottom?” Finn’s lips pursed.

“I’d never say that,” Jazdon leaned in and took Finn’s mouth in a long slow kiss before he answered. “Because darlin’, I have a feeling you could coax me into it,” he finished and claimed Finn’s lips again.

Finn tore his mouth away and arched his neck, and Jazdon roamed his mouth down the soft arch. “I’d give you the ride of your life,” Finn husked out.

Jazdon must have wanted to test that theory and spent the next several hours showing Finn just how much he could be persuaded. Although the room was completely dark, Finn’s power came through during the next several hours and by the time the night was over, Jazdon’s dragon was purring with satisfaction.