STORY EXCERPT

“All right, there he is,” Matthew said, and Cole swore that out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Matthew chest swell out with pride, as if he was showing off a bear he’d hunted, or a huge moose he’d killed or something.

Cole could hardly look at his brother, because the only thing he could focus on at that moment was the amazingly beautiful creature in front of him. So powerful and dangerous with those intense eyes that seemed to be staring right through Cole, into his head, and into his soul.

And he wasn’t even in his dragon form. Good thing, too, otherwise the thrill of arousal that had gone through Cole might’ve been a lot more embarrassing than it already was.

The man in the cage was on his knees, golden-brunet hair all messy down to those strikingly gorgeous shoulders. This guy had more muscle on him than even Matthew did. No wonder his brother was so proud of having caught him. The difference was that it didn’t look like this guy tried too hard to keep his body shape, whereas Cole had to work out like crazy and drink lousy protein shakes just to keep the shape he did have.

The man, the dragon shifter, was also very, very naked. No one had given the man any clothing, and he didn’t even have a blanket in there.

Cole swallowed hard, and it was a damned strain to have to keep his eyes away from looking at the dragon shifter’s penis, though his eyes did try to go down a few times.

He had to look away from the prisoner and right at his brother, to get his mind out of the gutter. “Why wasn’t he given any clothes?”

“He was given a set of robes, but he tried to use them to escape.”

“What? How could he do that?” Cole asked, looking back at the prisoner, and noting the chains that kept him shackled to the floor. He couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to the man’s cock, and he noted that it was starting to look a little on the hard side.

“This was before we shackled him. He was just in the cage then. The guy actually pissed on the red robes we gave him and tried to use them to bend the bars. It was actually working, and he nearly wiggled his way out before some men could come in here and stop him.

Cole was shocked. He’d seen stuff like that in some of the older action movies he’d rented from the library, but he hadn’t known it would actually work. He found himself smiling because of how smart it was. His stupid arousal throbbed again, and thank God he was wearing his robes with the jeans underneath. At least that way his brother wouldn’t be able to tell what was going on with him.

As if the dragon knew what was happening between Cole’s legs, however, his nostrils flared, and his eyes started to glow with the faintest hint of a smile pulling up at his lips.

“Hey, what are you smiling about?” Matthew said, clearly irritated as he walked over to the bars of the cage, smacking them with his hand. Because he was wearing a metal gauntlet, the metallic panging sound reverberated off of the concrete walls.

The prisoner stopped smiling, and this time he glared right up at Matthew.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would have anything to say,” Matthew said, as if the silence of the dragon was a product of intimidation, rather than the simple fact that he was refusing to speak to anyone.

“Anyway, I’ll give you until dawn. You can stay in here that long, right?” Matthew asked, already heading to the door.

Cole hadn’t thought he would be here for so long. He hadn’t exactly slept in to prepare for an all-night shift, but he wasn’t about to mess this up either. “I can do it,” he said, and he would do it. He wouldn’t fall asleep or anything.

“Good man, I’ll come back for you when your shift is over,” Matthew said, and then he turned around and left the room, leaving Cole with the only key to get in or out, and watching the prisoner in the room, who was staring at Cole with those intense amber eyes.

Cole swallowed, and he tried to force his stupid heart to stop doing so many somersaults in his chest.

He wasn’t afraid of dragons. He wasn’t! So why was his heart beating like this? What was happening to him?

He walked to the only stool in the room, and he sat down on it, preparing for a long night ahead. He pulled out his book and started to read.

At least the stool was uncomfortable. That would make it harder for his body to drift off to sleep, and he needed to stay awake.

Cole’s eyes drifted from the worn pages of his book, over to the dragon shifter in the cage, who had shifted his body enough to stare right at him.

If the man was trying to make him uncomfortable, then it was totally working, and Cole swallowed hard. He could barely read more than a few words at a time, and his stupid cock was causing him all kinds of trouble between his legs, and he wasn’t even completely hard.

It was just because he was seeing the naked body of a gorgeous man. It was something that had happened to him a few times before in the shower room, and he knew how to control himself then, so he was just going to have to control himself now. That was all.

Except that the throbbing wouldn’t go away. And the first hour of sitting there was complete and utter torture. Cole didn’t know what to do about any of it.

“You don’t happen to have another book on you, do you?”

ADULT EXCERPT

He couldn’t help it, and he didn’t even see it coming until it was way too late, and Cole came, soiling his boxers, and probably the red Templar robes he was wearing.

Of course, the shifter had to know about it because he was just so in tune with Cole’s body, for whatever reason.

The man pulled away from the kiss, his mouth an even darker shade of pink now than it had been before, and Cole felt way too damned hot under the metal armored plating and red robes he was wearing.

“That was so incredibly hot,” he said.

Cole wished he was wearing one of the Templar helmets to hide the ugly blush that was probably on his face. He’d never been so humiliated in his life, and this dragon shifter was a man whose opinion he shouldn’t even care about. “That was embarrassing. I just ruined everything.”

“Why? Do you think that means we’re going to stop or something?”

The question shocked Cole. “But, how can we…?” Then he realized, and he felt like a dummy. “Oh, right. I guess it’s only fair.”

The shifter shocked him when he actually slapped Cole upside the head. Upside the head!

“Ow!”

“Don’t be an idiot. We’re going to still do this but that doesn’t mean I’m going to treat you like a sex doll.”

Cole felt another flush of humiliation come over him, but at the same time, he was massively relieved. “Oh,” he said.

The shifter in front of him chuckled, and then his hands started to wander. Like, really wander. “I think we should get you out of this ridiculous clown suit, what do you say?”

Cole was too interested in what was about to happen to care that the man had just insulted the uniform that he’d worn for the last two years, and his family had worn for generations.

He opened his mouth to say…something, he wasn’t sure what, maybe just a quick defence of the uniform, and of how the red was symbolic, and the metal gauntlets and breastplate were meant to protect them against a dragon’s fierce bite.

Well, Cole wasn’t wearing gauntlets right then because he never went into battle, and he would’ve taken them off a long time ago anyway, because putting bandages on someone and then reading a book weren’t exactly easy things to do when wearing gloves that were made out of metal.

For that reason, he felt his hands practically light up on fire when the shifter took him by the wrists and then placed Cole’s hands on the man’s sides, as if he was trying to bring them a lot closer than they already were.

And then the man’s hands expertly found the latches and buckles that kept Cole’s breastplate in place, and he popped them off and lifted the heavy thing over Cole’s head, as if it weighed nothing at all.

Cole hated wearing his red robes without the breastplate because otherwise it looked like he was wearing a dress, and he didn’t much like that at all.

Luckily for him, the shifter in front of him seemed intent on getting Cole out of those robes as quickly as he possibly could. He damn near shredded them in some places.

“Hey!” Cole said, but then his face was grabbed and his mouth was kissed before he could get out any other complaints about the treatment of his clothes. He might not like the fashion choices of the Templars, but he still needed the uniform to look good if he didn’t want to draw any suspicion to himself.

Which brought him back to wondering why the hell he was even doing this at all. He must’ve been out of his damned mind, but he couldn’t help himself. His body was too hot, and the second the shifter’s hand curled around Cole’s cock, squeezing just enough to make him moan, right before stroking him, Cole was completely and utterly lost.

“Th–that feels good,” he said on a puff of hot hair. The shifter pushed him down onto the hard floor, but it wasn’t exactly cold.

Cole realized that the man had put his red robes beneath them, to separate them from the hard ground. It didn’t do much, but at least Cole wasn’t ass naked on the concrete floor. He could focus more of his attention on the absolutely stunning man above him.

“Is…is this your power?” Cole asked, struggling to breathe, to even think, as the shifter above him touched Cole’s chest, pinched his nipples, and then kissed and licked the side of his throat. All the while, that hand never stopped moving up and down over the length of Cole’s shaft. Pre-cum formed at the slit, and the shifter used that as a form of lube on his dick. And it felt so amazingly good. Cole arched into it.

It took him a second to realize that the man who was touching him with so much care was speaking to him, and the shifter had to repeat himself. “Is what my power?”

“Th–this,” Cole said, still struggling to get his mind working and his head on straight. It was getting to the point that he could barely keep his eyes open. It was driving him absolutely crazy. “This lust you have me under,” he finally said, and it was a damned miracle that he’d managed to get the words out at all without stumbling over them.

Then he threw his head back, conked his head on the hard floor beneath his robes, and didn’t even care as the pleasure he felt was so damned good that he could hardly stand it. The shifter was teasing him now, fighting his hand and then releasing so that he was barely touching Cole’s dick at all as he stroked.

“Oh fuck,” he said, gasping the words and completely losing himself. “Fuck yeah.”