Chapter Nineteen

ARCHER

You're needed for a rescue mission. I'm at Lacey's, Mia had messaged when I was extinguishing the forge for the night.

Ollie went into the maze ? I checked.

Of course .

I went looking for Tim, intending to send him to rescue Ollie. Anything to delay the uncomfortable moment when I'd have to speak to Ollie again and hope he didn't mention the kiss. That stupid, self-indulgent kiss must have confused the hell out of him. He hadn't objected—if anything, he seemed to want the same thing I did. But I couldn't be sure. He might not understand his own motives. He was used to obeying the head of a family, and he might be trying to please me without realising it. I couldn't let this happen.

Tim's bike was gone, and I swore. I had no choice since dusk was falling, the air was growing damp, and Ollie was trapped in a strange place, surrounded by ominously high hedges. I was desperate for a cup of tea, but I couldn't leave him there for another moment alone.

The relief on his face when he saw me confirmed I'd been right to hurry. But it did more than that—it left me helpless under the impact of his smile. Ollie smiled with his whole body, his stance happy and open, his eyes sparkling, those full lips that had opened so eagerly beneath mine now curving welcomingly.

When he mentioned the loss of his treasure, his happiness dimmed. I didn't know I was going to touch him, let alone so intimately, but I needed to be sure there were no shadows left in him after what had happened.

His lips brushed my palm, soft, gentle, yet electricity jolted through me. I should pull away, I should walk away, I should tell him no. But I couldn't. I wanted.

He was looking at me, blue eyes growing steadily darker.

"Are you sure?" I asked, and my voice was husky, need vibrating through me.

"Oh my God, shut up," he said, and reached up to kiss me. His lips were full, soft and warm, and the tip of his tongue teased against my lips until, with something like a sob forming deep in my chest, I gave in to the inevitable and opened up to him.

He was insistent and confident as he explored my mouth, and I finally believed that he meant it, that he did want this.

I folded my arms around him, dragged him even closer and kissed him back, my tongue pushing into his mouth as my hands reached lower to his perfect, round arse, pulling him tight against me until he groaned.

He was rocking slightly, pushing his hardening cock against me, and though I didn't want this moment to end, I needed to get him naked.

I pulled away. "Back to the house," I said, and his eyes flared even darker before he latched onto my hand, like he had a plan.

Amused, I let him tug me a couple of paces before he stopped dead. "I don't know how to get out of here," he realised.

I pulled him in the opposite direction from the way he'd tried to go, and he came so easily, so willingly, that I was already hard at the prospect of how he'd be when I fucked him.

OLLIE

Dragons were strong, even in human form. Though I wasn't the biggest guy around, when I was with humans, I was usually the strongest. To be towed in Archer's forceful wake as if I weighed nothing was a new experience for me, and I was disturbed to find how much I liked it. Him taking charge, moving me around how he wanted.

For fuck's sake, who had put the maze so far from the house? Finally, we crossed the bridge, though as he pushed open the front door, a cold wave of reality washed over me.

I'd had visions of going to his room but it was almost supper time, and we'd be missed. We'd also have to keep the noise down, when all I wanted was to come completely undone as he fucked me. "Tim and Mia?" I asked.

"Out," he said, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he towed me up the stairs after him.

Once through the bedroom door, with it closed firmly behind us, instead of pinning me to the nearest surface and taking me, he stepped away. "Ollie," he started, his voice low and strained. "Do you really want—"

I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my very hard cock. "Does that answer your question?"

His chest was rising and falling so fast, and I was mesmerised by the way his t-shirt was stretched across it. I plastered my hands against his chest, feeling the movement as he breathed, the warmth of his pecs, and my thumbs found his nipples through soft cotton.

He gasped as I rubbed my fingertips over them. It was as if I'd awoken a sleeping dragon because he dragged me to him and kissed me, his tongue bold and demanding against mine, until I was helpless under the onslaught.

Pulling back just long enough to yank my top off, he kissed me again while his hands were busy at the fastening of my jeans. I should have reciprocated, I wanted to reciprocate, but his kiss was so overpowering, all I could do was hold onto him.

He unbuttoned my jeans, drew my briefs down, and my cock had never been this hard. His hand closed around it, and the little rough calluses catching against my soft skin made me moan helplessly.

I wanted more. Undoing the button of his jeans, I slowly pulled his zip down. I broke the kiss because I wanted to see his cock almost as much as I wanted to feel it. His breath came in short, warm puffs against my cheek as I looked down. His cock was fat and beautiful, and when I swiped my thumb across the head, he was already wet. Fucking hell, and he was like this because of me? I'd never been so turned on in my life, and I wasn't sure how long I was going to last.

"Wait a minute," I got out, needing not to come yet, and he instantly let go of me and pulled right away. Not what I wanted. "I want to come with your cock inside me," I told him. Quicker and more to the point than going through the whole Are you sure, Yes I'm fucking sure pantomime that I thought he was about to start up again.

We stripped one another fully, and I lay on his bed, reaching for the bottle of lube on his nightstand. I wanted to touch him everywhere, to taste him, but not right now. I'd waited too long, thought too much about how it would feel to have him inside me, so I squeezed a dollop out onto my finger. Well, most of it went on my finger. Only a little bit got onto the bedding.

Very deliberately, I displayed myself for him, holding his gaze as I circled my hole with my finger, slipping the tip inside. What the hell, I wasn't known for being subtle.

It had the desired effect, because Archer's mouth was suddenly on mine, his tongue pushing in demandingly as he ran his hand down my body, making me shiver. His hands were so big, they did something to my brain. Also to my cock, which he wrapped his hand around again. Only briefly, though, more of a hello and promise than anything else, because he let go of it to take the lube from me.

Pouring some onto his fingers, he replaced my finger with one of his, big and broad as it pushed inside me, and I gasped with how good it was. He began working me like a fucking pro and all I could do was take his fingers, crying out every time they hit my prostate.

I wasn't usually this noisy, but I wasn't usually being finger-fucked by Archer. I'd been dreaming of this for so long and it was even better than my dreams because he was watching his fingers pushing in and out of me, then glancing up to look at my face, and his pupils were so large his eyes looked almost black.

"Please," I managed, and he withdrew his fingers and leaned forward to kiss me, his tongue picking up the same rhythm his fingers had been using. I pulled him down on top of me, loving his hot cock smooth against mine, his weight and his broad chest pressing me into the bed.

"Condom," I croaked, and was bloody impressed with myself for being able to think, let alone speak.

He pulled back, his brows drawing down. "I haven't—"

"My jeans," I told him. Call me a boy scout or call me easy, the first thing I'd done when I put my new jeans on was slip a couple of condoms into the pocket. Living with Archer, it seemed like a sensible thing to do. And my foresight paid off as he retrieved the small packet.

I whined when I saw that, rather than opening it and rolling it onto his gorgeous, hard cock, he put it to one side on the bed, and lowered his head to my cock. I wanted him to fuck me—oh, my God. I arched my hips up, pushing into his hot, wet mouth because it was so good. Maybe his fucking me could wait a few seconds.

His fingers were inside me again, and it was amazing as he fucked me with them while he sucked me, but I wanted to come clenched around his cock deep inside me.

"Archer," I pleaded, and he must have understood, because he released my cock, only to trail his lips across my stomach, up towards my chest.

"You're going the wrong way—oh my God," I got out as his teeth closed around one of my nipples. A hard bite, followed by a swipe of the tongue, soothing away the sting and leaving me wanting it again.

He played with my nipples until they were standing up hard and red, and I was squirming with need. His mouth was hotter than his forge as he licked the salt of my sweat from my skin, and I thought this was how I was going to die, from pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Please," I sobbed, and no longer knew what I was asking for.

He pressed a soft, sweet kiss to my lips, such a change from the sheer dirtiness up until now. "Okay, Ollie," he said softly, and I marvelled at his self-control.

He reached for the condom and rolled it on. Very soon, I was going to explore his body, but he'd been so overwhelming, I hadn't been able to do anything except react to him. His cock was gorgeous and I wanted to taste it, to suck it, but I wanted it in my arse more.

Slowly, he pushed into me, the stretch so amazing that I reached for my cock. He grabbed my wrist and pinned my hand down on the bed as he slid all the way home. "Come on my cock," he told me, his voice deep and commanding, and I almost lost it right there. His hand on my wrist was loose enough for me easily to break his hold, but I pretended that I couldn't.

He began to move, and as he set up a rhythm, pushing into me over and over, it was the best thing ever. So good, that when he hit my prostate on one of his thrusts, I came without warning, shuddering with the force of it as my come striped my chin. I couldn't remember the last time I'd come that hard, and never so unexpectedly.

He stopped moving long enough to lick it off my chin, long, slow swipes of his tongue that were so fucking dirty I wanted to come all over again. He kissed me afterwards, sharing our mingled taste, and I wound my hands into his hair to keep him there. I never wanted to stop kissing him.

But he shifted his hips, reminding me he was still hard, inside me. "Fuck me," I begged. I wanted him to pound me until he lost control as he came.

He started moving again, and I told him how fucking sexy he looked, how good he felt, until he was almost wild with need, the bed shaking with each thrust.

He slammed into me one last time. A guttural sound broke from him as he came, and I thought I heard my name.

I clutched him tightly, reluctant to let him go, and he moved just enough for his still-firm cock to slip from my arse. Then I remembered the damn condom, and had to let go of him so he could remove it and toss it in the bin before he lay down beside me.

"That was amazing." Finally, I found some words. "I've wanted you to fuck me since I first saw you. I was practically begging for you to shove me up against the nearest wall and ruin me, and you hardly even saw me." I snuggled into him and ran my hand over his broad chest, loving the feel of his warm skin and wiry dark hair. "But my God, it was worth the wait. So worth the wait. Though next time, I'm definitely going to suck you because you have the most beautiful cock."

He glanced at me, then looked away. "There's going to be a next time?"

"Oh my God, are you kidding me?" I demanded, before my blood suddenly ran cold. "Don't you want a next time?" Somehow, it came out sounding plaintive.

I hadn't realised there was strain in his body until it disappeared at my words. He nuzzled against my neck, trailing his lips over my skin until my cock tried valiantly to rise to the occasion. "I do," he said.

I determinedly told myself that hadn't been a marriage vow, and I wriggled under his attentions as he rolled one of my sensitised nipples with his fingers. Archer was going to destroy me, and I'd love every second of it.