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.Not a lot of furniture for a room of these dimensions, but it left a pleasant, open atmosphere.Walking to the fireplace, he looked down at the logs, wondered if the pitiful magic he still possessed could even light them.He was almost afraid to try but did anyway, releasing a great sigh of relief as the wood burst into flame.Thus reassured, he crossed to the nearby door and pulled it open.Turning on the light he saw a bathroom—unlike any he’d ever seen before—spread out before him.It too had a glass wall, but even more unusual was the clear glass shower set against it.Intrigued, Talathion walked over and opened the door leading into the enclosure.Night had fallen and, without benefit of a moon, beyond the room was only darkness, making it seem as though he were floating in eternity.He reached for the spigot, wrapped his fingers around it and froze, transfixed.My hand.Mine.Intellectually he’d known he was once more in his own body—alone and in control.But it wasn’t until this moment he’d actually appreciated it on a deeper, far more personal level.Flexing his fingers, he reveled in the feel of cool, smooth metal under the pads, the movement of bone, muscle and sinew beneath his skin.Slowly, almost reverently, he turned the tap to start the shower.The water fell from overhead like rain and Talathion stepped beneath it, closing his eyes as the first drops fell onto his skin.Goose bumps rose all over his body and he groaned with bliss.Such an everyday thing, yet made extraordinary by having long been denied the sensation.I’ve missed this.Missed being truly alive.Every nerve ending in his body was at maximum alert.Even the movement of air in the cubicle and soft deluge of water made him shudder.Shoving his hair out of his face, he reached for the bar of soap set in a recess in the wall and once more went still.The darkness outside had turned the glass to a mirror and he stared at the vaguely familiar stranger reflected there, sporting an impossible-to-ignore erection.From the moment of joining with Thresa he’d seen only flashes of the outside world, and only what she’d seen.Any reflections had been of her—her face, her body—everything he’d seen had been from her perspective.Being thrust back into autonomy was dizzying and exciting.My body.Unbidden, his hand slicked down his abdomen, paused when the fingers hovered above his cock.Muscles trembled and his balls tingled, tightening almost painfully.Still watching in the glass he slowly palmed his erection, fingertips curling down to press against the sensitive sac below.The touch of flesh on intimate flesh fired up his spine, dragging a strangled groan from his throat.Being in the same place with Hervé and realizing his attraction to the other man hadn’t waned made it impossible to stop the memories, not to relive them.They were wrestling and he was aroused, as was so often the case around Hervé.He tried to make sure the wyvern didn’t know, but it was difficult to camouflage, for the erection limited the moves he could make, restricted him to hand-to-hand grappling.With a rough laugh Hervé threw him to the ground, was on him in an instant.Before Talathion could react, the wyvern’s legs were around his waist and a hard cock was pressing into his side.Shock and lust fired through his blood, distracting him, allowing him to be easily caught in an arm lock, one hand trapped behind his back, the other held beside his head.For a long moment all he could feel was the wyvern’s body pressed intimately to his, all he could see was the other man’s eyes, fire sparking deep inside.“Do you cede?”Talathion couldn’t answer the low, growled question.The pounding of his heart had nothing to do with the physical exertion, everything to do with the expression on Hervé’s face.“Yield, Tala.”Oh how he wanted to completely, utterly yield in every way.But even so, he was shocked when Hervé dipped his head to kiss him.The dragonkin’s sternly shaped lips were surprisingly soft, but the thrust of his tongue was firm, demanding.Tala gladly opened for him, sank into the kiss, giving and taking in turn as they learned each other’s mouths and their tongues intertwined.Back then that was as far as they went.Tala had drawn back, turned away, unable to explain why, letting Hervé think he wasn’t interested in anything more.In the now, unrestrained by reality, Talathion tightened his grip on his erection, moved his fist faster along its length as fantasy took over.They undressed each other, hurrying, not breaking the kiss but kneeling to pull off their shirts, fumbling to open their flies.How long he’d dreamed of sucking Hervé’s cock, taking him deep, licking and caressing until the other man begged for release.Kissing his way along the thickly muscled chest and abdomen, pausing only to briefly caress the tight nipples, he finally reached his target.The harsh, ragged sounds of breathing echoed in his ears and he moaned at the sweet sting of Hervé’s fingers tangling in his hair.His mouth watered in anticipation as he hovered over the straining cock, reveling in the evidence of the wyvern’s desire, which seemed as acute as his own.He licked his lips, heard Hervé’s low growl of pleasure just before he engulfed the hard, delicious flesh.While lost in the fantasy, his orgasm snuck up on him, striking with the precision of a rapier, the force of a lightning bolt.The intensity of the spasms almost took him to his knees, but he somehow retained his footing, hips jerking, hand a blur of motion as he milked the very last ounce of pleasure from the release.“Goddess…”Sagging against the glass, eyes closed, he shuddered over and over, hand still slowly manipulating his softening cock.Even the near pain of overstimulation was sweet, and it took a few long moments to force himself to let go.Satisfaction was intense, and also fleeting.It had been so long since he’d been touched, his need seemed unending.How much better it would be if it were another—Hervé—caressing him.Considering the depravity he’d experienced while melded with Thresa it was a wonder he even craved that kind of closeness, yet he did.Despite the darkness hovering in his soul, the stench of remembered pain and degradation waiting to overtake him, his yearning to be held was close to agony.Pushing the emotion away was difficult but he was too weak to control the physical need as well.By the time he straightened and reached for the soap, his irrepressible penis was already stirring again, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore it.And he also knew who’d be starring in whatever new imaginings his mind conjured.Chapter FourGreat Dragon, help me.Hervé couldn’t move, could hardly breathe, was able only to stare into the bathroom above and shudder with longing.He’d left the house to get some air, to try to rebuild his badly eroded control.Watching Tala sleep for three days had been bad enough, giving him far too much time to think, leaving his body afire with banked desire.Of all the beings he’d known, Tala was the one he’d never been able to forget, the one whose memory was constantly in the shadows, waiting to step into the light of his consciousness [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]