Today I'm sharing a smutty excerpt from A Private Hunger. This is a dragon story that I wrote a very long time ago. It's quite a bit darker than my usual, and quite a different take on the dragon methos.
A Private Hunger
What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon?
Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in.
As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon.
Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?
“Very well. Matthew.” He moved forward on the window seat, getting closer as he leaned in for his kiss. Matt was relaxed, happy—Drakon could smell it on the pale skin, taste it upon those sweet, parted lips—eager for his mouth, for contact. He explored Matthew’s mouth again, and then enticed the boy’s tongue back into his own mouth.
“Oh...” The soft gasp tickled his lips, and then Matthew tasted him, motions bold and sure, kissing him as surely as he had kissed. He growled gently, hands sliding up the boy’s arms.
“Mmm...” Matthew shivered, scooting closer, tempted.
He slid his hands around to his Pet’s back, encouraging the boy to move closer still, the low growl vibrating his chest continually. He needed. Oh, how he needed.
“So sexy. D. God, that growl.” Matthew cuddled closer, thigh sliding against his.
He growled again. “For you, Matthew. For you.”
“God... I should let you sleep...” He could smell Matt’s arousal, Matt’s need.
“I am not tired.” He licked Matthew’s lips and rubbed his nose along one cheek, hands sliding along the naked spine.
“No, but you’re a temptation.” Those hands began to move, stroking and sliding over the silk of his robe.
He growled again, pleasure doubling at the touches. “Matthew...” It was a plea and a warning. He would not be able to hold back from taking what was his much longer.
“Should I stop?”
“Only if you do not wish to continue. I want you, Matthew. Very much.” He took one of Matthew’s hands and brought it to his shaft. “Very much.”
“Oh...” That hand started moving, sliding up and down, stroking him off. “I...I’m not easy, D. I don’t have any rubbers on me or anything.”
A shudder moved through him, Matthew’s hand warm and so good. It made it hard to think, made it hard to answer. Rubbers... oh! It hadn’t even occurred to him.
“I shall send Wetthers out for some this morning,” he murmured, eyes on Matthew’s. “And I don’t think you’re a slut, Matthew.”
“No? Good. Thank you. You’re so hard, D, so hot.” Matthew kept touching, his hand firm, warm, sure.
“How could I not be—with you so close.” He growled again, hips beginning to move with Matthew’s motions.
“Flatterer.” Matthew watched his eyes, the look fascinated, hungry.
He shook his head. “No, Matthew—you make me ache for you.”
“You have fascinating eyes.”
He chuckled. Oh, what a delight, to have his Pet complimenting his eyes as the boy’s hand drove him slowly mad. “Thank you,” he managed, finding breath to give sound to the words.
“Mmm... just truth.” Matthew leaned forward and licked the corner of his mouth.
He moaned, turning his face, searching for a kiss. Matthew gave it to him, tongue pressing deep, hand working his shaft faster and faster. He growled, hands moving randomly over Matthew’s skin, all his attempts at seduction set aside in favor of the sensations going through him. His passion flared, drawn through him by soft hands, soft lips. He found Matthew’s waistband and slid his hand into the loose pajama bottoms, Matthew’s hot flesh jumping into his hand, bringing another growl from him.
“Oh! Oh, D...” Matt pushed closer, whimpering, kiss deepening. “God...” He drew the boy into his lap, hand tightening, pulling on the hard cock he held, pushing into Matthew’s touches. “D!” His Pet arched, shuddering hard. “Please!”
His free hand wrapped around Matthew’s neck, tilting the boy’s head just so as his kiss devoured his Pet’s mouth. Growls filled him, filled his Pet’s mouth, his hands and hips moving together.
Matthew whimpered, heat splashing over his hand, teaching him the scent of his Pet’s need. He let himself go, let that scent push him over. Pleasure spilled from him. Matt leaned forward, panting. “Oh... Oh, God.”
He chuckled, the sound husky, sated. “No, Matthew, it’s Drakon. Or D.”
Matthew’s laughter tickled his throat, hot and happy. He purred, bringing his hand up to his mouth and tasting his Pet from his fingers. Oh, yes. This scent and flavor were forever imprinted on his brain now. He would be able to find Matthew anywhere.
“So sexy.” Matthew moaned, settling against him.
He growled quietly, pleased. His hands slid around his Pet, holding the boy close, safe within his arms. Matthew was his now. It was only a matter of time before his Pet realized it for himself.
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