Chapter 26

Dravyn had no regret about his actions earlier in Renata. His dragon had reacted instinctively. Killian had been in danger, and he had to protect him. Although the fight with the nefarious dragon had not ended the way he'd imagined, Dravyn knew he would've been the victor had Chander not intervened. However, Chander's decision had quickened the beast's death, and Dravyn was pleased with the outcome.

Thanks to the amount of magick Killian had used that afternoon, he'd enlisted the help of his sister to grow everything necessary for the dance. Aloisa had eagerly come to her brother's aid, and Dravyn was seated next to Clara in the ring of chairs where Kaedan and several other warlocks were filling the night sky with song. Calm and fully mended from his earlier fight, Dravyn relaxed in a seat of wood and flowers while Killian grew food.

There were vines on Killian's skin, and Dravyn was helpless against the rise of his cock. Killian was gorgeous with his low-slung braies and the gold flecks gleaming in his magnificent eyes. Both dragon and man were grateful Fate thought them worthy of such an extraordinary man. Long gone was any fear of the power at Killian's fingertips.

Magick was a wonderous thing, and the people surrounding Dravyn used theirs to enrich the lives of everyone they knew. It shamed Dravyn that no such cooperation existed any longer between dragons. Evil had been invited into dragonkind, and after the death of Drystan and Conley, it had found far too many places to flourish.

On a quiet afternoon in Renata, a dragon had appeared out of nowhere to burn away what was so recently built. For what purpose? None as far as Dravyn could tell. The dragon was unknown to everyone, and his sole intent had been to destroy. It was embarrassing to share the same species with such a creature.

To Dravyn's shock, no one had blamed him or lumped him in the same category as the disgraceful dragon. Just as he had been at Dravyn's first dance, he was welcomed with open arms. People greeted him by name, shook his hand, and congratulated him on Fate's blessing. It was a humbling experience, and Dravyn intended to be worthy of the man who so eagerly served the Circle of Druids.

As if he'd summoned him, Killian stalked toward Dravyn. As he left the field where he and Aloisa had planted so many crops and trees, the vines on his skin slowly dissipated. Killian was gorgeous either way, but Dravyn longed to explore the beautiful plants crisscrossing his body.

"Are you well?" Killian asked, leaning over Dravyn to steal a kiss.

"Yes, it is a lovely night. Have you tired yourself fully?"

To Dravyn's delight, instead of taking the chair next to him, Killian coaxed the branches to form a seat for two. Killian sat, and his thigh was squished against Dravyn's. The heat of him beckoned Dravyn to touch, but he refused to do anything with such a large audience dancing about.

"Aloisa and I will both sleep well tonight," Killian mused. His gaze collided with Dravyn's, and the interest in those lightly gleaming irises was unmistakable. "Will you share my bed with me?"

There was no way to prevent the fire racing to his cheeks, but Dravyn refused to bow his head or shy away from his desires. "Do you promise to do more than snore at my side?"

Killian chuckled. "What makes you think I snore?"

"Because you are nearly perfect in every other way, so your faults must be harder to find."

"Only nearly perfect?" Killian asked, one black brow raising.

"Yes, it is odd that I have never seen you with footwear."

"I do not own any. Nor will I ever. I hate having my feet covered."

"Do you not get dirty?"

"I am a druid, my magick keeps the dirt at bay."

"There are such advantages to being a sorcerer."

Killian leaned close and tucked a chunk of Dravyn's hair behind his ear. Then he kissed Dravyn's earlobe. "Yes, did you know I need not have oil on hand? My magick can create whatever we need."

"Oil?" Dravyn asked dumbly. "Why would we need oil?"

Dravyn shivered as Killian's warm breath landed on his neck. With his fingers tangled in Dravyn's hair, Killian dragged his mouth along Dravyn's throat and jaw.

"Hmm, yes," Killian whispered. "A necessary component when two men wish to love each other."

Erotic images rushed into Dravyn's mind, and he clutched the edges of his tunic. Desperate to get some control, he gulped and turned his head. Killian's gaze was both amused and aroused. His sensuous lips curved, and Dravyn nearly forgot what he wished to say.

"Killer, we must do something about your propensity to speak of private matters in public."

"My work here is done tonight," Killian replied as magick filled the air around them.

Closing his eyes to keep from getting dizzy as Killian teleported them away from the dance, Dravyn and his dragon dealt with the discomfort of having nothing beneath them for a few seconds. Dravyn was unsurprised to find himself transported to Killian's bed, which was nestled in a giant tree. It reminded Dravyn to ensure Killian kept his promise of providing such a comfort to him on Aleksander's land the following day.

Dravyn opened his mouth to mention it but found it full of Killian's tongue. Instead of being annoyed, Dravyn decided speech could wait. As he'd wanted to do for hours, Dravyn laid his hands on Killian's bare skin. It was slightly damp—thanks to his enormous efforts to feed thousands—and incredibly smooth.

"Vines," Dravyn mumbled.

Killian shifted his weight and coaxed Dravyn into reclining on the big mattress beneath them. Perfectly happy with that plan, Dravyn relaxed against the plush green fabric, which he noted was the exact shade of his dragon scales.

"What?" Killian asked.

Dravyn blinked between kisses. "Huh?"

"What did you say?"

When Killian pushed a hand beneath Dravyn's tunic, he nearly lost the ability to have coherent thought completely.

"Your vines."

"This tunic is in the way," Killian complained, and Dravyn eagerly whipped the serviceable fabric over his head. Killian grabbed the garment and tossed it to the side. "What about my vines?"

Killian sealed their mouths together, which left Dravyn happily unable to speak for several beautiful minutes while the druid explored his belly and chest with his fingertips. Dravyn wished for the same opportunity to learn Killian's body, but he was so lost in the desire pumping through his veins that he merely clutched at Killian. His full effort, instead, went into ensuring he returned Killian's kisses with fervency. Delighted by the passion blooming between Killian and Dravyn, his dragon roared with satisfaction.

But Dravyn was far from fulfilled. His balls were aching, his cock was throbbing, and he was desperate for completion. Dravyn was equally eager to create the same intense lust in Killian.

"The vines," Dravyn whispered, finally remembering that Killian awaited his response. "Can you use your magick to make them appear?"

"I must be touching a living thing growing from the ground," Killian explained, nipping Dravyn's chin. "Would you prefer I focus on touching a tree or plant, or should I continue mapping you with my hands?"

Dravyn was disappointed that he could not have his fantasy of holding a vine-covered Killian close while they made love, but he did not stay sad for long. Even without the plants embellishing Killian's beauty, the man was sensual, and Dravyn craved him.

"The hands thing," Dravyn managed as Killian cupped his rod through his hose.

Killian smiled wickedly. "Just as I imagined, you are so deliciously large everywhere. Oh, the things I am going to do with you. To you."

Since Dravyn's entire body was flushed, he refused to be embarrassed by the heat in his cheeks at Killian's words. Helpless, Dravyn undulated on the mattress and wondered how to communicate what he needed. How could he tell Killian that what he desired most was to be taken? To be loved thoroughly by the druid Fate had gifted him?

"Tell me, would it embarrass you to finish undressing?" Killian asked, kissing a fiery trail down Dravyn's belly.

"You must also disrobe," Dravyn insisted.

"Happily."

Dravyn's eyes widened as Killian's braies vanished. It had to be magick. To have such power was truly a wondrous thing. But Dravyn didn't care about sorcery right now. His entire focus was on the veiny rod rising out of a nest of black curls toward Killian's taut stomach. Dravyn wanted to taste him. But he had no clue how to please a man. Killian was the first to kiss or touch him.

A delightful shiver rushed along his spine as Killian tugged at the cord holding Dravyn's hose in place. Feeling clumsy and ungainly, Dravyn pushed ineffectually at his clothing.

"Shh, if you wish to stay clothed, I will not be angered," Killian said, sincerity written on his handsome face.

Dravyn scowled. "I am struggling to get my limbs to work properly. My desire is to be as naked as you, but I have no grace."

"Allow me," Killian replied.

Instead of yanking the offending garment out of the way, Killian inched it down and pressed an ardent kiss to Dravyn's exposed hip. Dravyn wiggled and squirmed as Killian took his sweet time, exposing Dravyn to the cool night air flowing gently through the leaves of the enormous tree where he lay prone on the druid's bed.

"You are built with such beautiful proportions," Killian murmured against his skin. "My desire grows for you with each bit of you I see."

Dravyn growled low in his throat when Killian licked his cock from base to tip.

"I do not need to ask if you enjoyed that," Killian mused, then dragged his lips across Dravyn's heavy balls. "Hmm, you taste even more splendid than the feast you provide for my eyes."

Dravyn squirmed, clutched at the sheets, and glowed at the erotic words Killian spoke as he carefully slid the hose to his dragonskin boots. Whether it was to give Dravyn a moment to recover or because he needed a bit of space himself, Killian sat up and tugged off Dravyn's footwear. The last of his clothing followed, and while Dravyn should have been embarrassed at his nakedness or feeling uneasy with the vulnerability of wearing nothing, he only felt desire and a deep affection for Killian.

"Would you roll over for me, Dray?"

Eager to do whatever Killian wanted, Dravyn turned swiftly. He laid his cheek on a fluffy pillow and allowed Killian to coax him up to his knees. Dravyn had a moment to shudder at the thought of his arse so high in the air, but it was soon replaced by pure pleasure. Killian's tongue swept around his pucker.

Groaning, Dravyn wondered if he would survive the night or combust. Killian was mumbling something as he dipped a finger into Dravyn's hole, but with the druid's mouth pressed to his center, Dravyn could not make out his words. It was apparent that Killian talked much as he loved. Dravyn did not find that to be a flaw.

He soaked up Killian's praise of his body and hoped someday he could explain to the druid how beautiful he was too. But it was hard to create compliments when his entire focus was on the circle of skin being kissed and the channel Killian was slowly spreading with two slick digits.

In his youth, Dravyn had experimented with many things in the few quiet hours he had to himself at night. Dravyn had already known how a tender touch to his hole could drive him to further heights than just stroking his rod. But he had never experienced such intensity in the past. Killian's touch was sure and soft.

If Killian was using magick to increase Dravyn's reaction, he had no complaints. The wicked druid with the talented tongue could do whatever he wanted to Dravyn. But Dravyn wondered, as he rocked his hips to find some relief, how long he would last. Then stars burst behind his closed eyes as Killian touched the lovely bundle of nerves Dravyn had discovered inside himself while still a drakeling.

His dragon roared with a need to claim Killian, and Dravyn was shocked as his fangs punched through his gums. Was he truly ready to stake his claim on Killian? The beast growled at Dravyn's question. But Dravyn could not please either of them that night. A complete matebond would have to wait. Dravyn did not even know if Killian desired such a thing.

"Dray, are you well?"

Dravyn wasn't aware he'd tensed, but Killian had noticed instantly.

"I am fine."

"Your voice sounds off."

Unwilling to lie, Dravyn squeezed the sheets in his fists harder and forced himself to relax. "My dragon has realized he desires the bond Fate created. My fangs have dropped."

"Fangs?" Killian asked curiously. To Dravyn's joy, the druid worked a third finger into him, and Dravyn exhaled slowly to experience every moment of pleasure.

"Dragons bite to seal matebonds. How do magickind do it?"

Killian dropped a kiss on Dravyn's bare arse cheek. "We use athames. Ceremonial blades to cut the skin and mix our blood. Does a bite hurt?"

"Not if it is at the height of passion."

"Tell me, are you feeling passion now?"

Dravyn moaned. "So much of it. Have no fear. I can control my dragon."

"I trust you."

Despite the throbbing of his cock, Dravyn allowed the sweetness of those words to flow into his mind and heart. No one had ever said such to Dravyn. Most of his life had been spent alone. Yes, he had loved ones and his family was working together to build a future. But they rarely spoke about their feelings.

"I trust you too," Dravyn whispered.

"Do I have permission to fill you with my cock and fuck you until you scream?"

Gulping at the vivid image Killian was creating in his mind, Dravyn tucked his chin and rubbed his forehead on the cloth beneath him. "Please."

For a few brief seconds, Dravyn was empty. Then a blunt cockhead pressed against his center. There was no pain. Dravyn had full faith that Killian's magick would prevent any discomfort. Plus, he had been told that no soreness existed when two mates came together. So, he concentrated on keeping his breaths calm and staying relaxed as Killian pushed inside him.

Heat. There was such indescribable heat as Killian moved further into his channel. Dravyn's balls twitched, and he already craved the next time they could come together in this way. Killian moved slowly, and his sure hands caressed Dravyn's hips as they were joined. It was both tender and overwhelming.

With no experience, Dravyn briefly wondered if Killian was pleased, but he needed not be concerned.

"Dragon Boy, never have I felt such bliss," Killian growled. "You are exquisite. The way your body is massaging my cock…I did not expect such intensity. You are mine, Dray. Mine."

Dravyn didn't know what the hell a dragon boy was, but he had no energy or appetite to argue about it. His dragon was in full agreement that he belonged to the druid. Killian slid fully in and remained passive to allow Dravyn to adjust to the invasion. His kindness was expected. Killian was excellent at ensuring Dravyn was always comfortable.

Riding high on a moment of sweetness thanks to Killian's compassionate nature, Dravyn nearly roared as his thoughtful druid pulled out and thrust forward again. Killian did not dally. Nor did he give Dravyn any chance to suck in a breath. Dravyn was fucked hard, and it was everything he needed.

If he moaned, Dravyn never heard it. His entire focus was on the exquisite pleasure of Killian's cock sliding in and out of his appreciative hole. Sparks radiated along Dravyn's spine, but what sent him over the edge was Killian's rod nailing him perfectly in that greedy clump of nerves inside him. Dravyn's hips drove backward. A heartbeat later, he froze.

His seed burst from him, and Dravyn's mouth dropped open as he found his release with an intensity he had not believed possible. Behind him, Killian rambled on incoherently as his hot seed filled Dravyn.

Dravyn's ears rang, and he panted in a desperate attempt to fill his lungs with air. Then tears filled his eyes as Killian wrapped his arms around his middle. It wasn't just passion. To Dravyn, nothing could have meant more, and he had to admit he adored everything he'd learned thus far about Killian.

"Did you call me dragon boy?" Dravyn asked.

Killian's chuckle rumbled through him thanks to the way they were pressed together. "I've no idea why, but yes. I like it."

"It is inaccurate. Dragons are drakelings prior to our first shifts. I was a man grown long before I was a dragon."

"Let me have this, Dragon Boy."

"Could I not just let you have me instead?" Dravyn dared to ask.

"You are a gift. So is tonight. Thank you."

"It is I who should thank you," Killian said, pressing a kiss to Dravyn's shoulder. "I hate to part us, but I have a strong need to hold you properly. Will you sleep with me this night?"

Dravyn nearly answered that he would every night, but that was impossible. They had yet to figure out how to combine their different lives. But Dravyn yearned for compromise without knowing if such a thing was viable.

"Yes."

"Good, I would like to keep you in my arms while I find my rest."

It sounded beautiful, so Dravyn offered no argument. Instead, he memorized the gentle breeze cooling his skin and the soft brush of Killian's lips on his skin. Fate was a most benevolent goddess.