Dreaming of Dragons
Dreaming of Dragons
Dragons 2
Loose Id
M/M Paranormal Fantasy
[Ebook]
Lovers for centuries, Mordred and George’s relationship is strong enough to withstand anything–or so they think.
With dragons and magical creatures appearing every day, George risks everything, even to the point of losing his lover, to maintain the balance between the Realm of Dreams and the human world. Mordred can see George slipping away and, for the first time in his long life, insecurity creeps through.
As the presence of old lovers, new friends, and deadly dragons cause cracks in their foundation to form, Mordred and George must discover how far they’re willing to go to save their world and their love.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices, violence.
Excerpt:
Mordred grunted as George climbed out of the bed the next morning.
“Where are you going?”
George glanced over his shoulder to see the blond-haired elf sitting up in bed, letting the blankets pool around his waist. The knight traced Mordred’s lean body with his gaze, enjoying a view he never got tired of.
Centuries had passed since Mordred could claim to be young, but the elf looked no older than thirty. A stunning combination of white gold hair and coal black eyes turned heads even among the beings who call the Realm their home.
Lightly tanned skin stretched over firm muscles created a man George was more than happy to share a bed with. His eyes trailed down over Mordred’s chest to where the sheets were tented by his lover’s erection.
“Like what you see?” Mordred stretched, baring more of his groin where blond curls peeked out from under the dark blue blanket.
“I always like what I see when I look at you. Have since the first time we met.” He dropped his robe and crawled back onto the bed.
“Hmmm…really? I’d think after all these centuries you’d be getting a little bored.” Mordred pouted slightly.
Frowning, George wondered what would make his lover think that. The sheet slipped away from Mordred’s hips, revealing the long thin cock he liked to feel in his mouth as much as possible. He tugged the sheet the rest of the way off and spread Mordred’s thighs farther apart to fit his shoulders between them. Licking a line from behind Mordred’s balls to the tip of his cock made George forget everything except the taste of his lover.
He glanced up to see Mordred drop his head back and groan. George loved the sounds Mordred made when he was making love to the elf. He sucked the tip of Mordred’s prick into his mouth, teasing the slit with his tongue. Wrapping his hand around the base of Mordred’s shaft, he pumped as he bobbed his head up and down. He took Mordred in until the flared head of the elf’s cock hit the back of his throat.
He swallowed and massaged the length of flesh in his mouth. Sliding his free hand down, he squeezed Mordred’s balls firmly.
“Uh,” Mordred grunted, spreading his legs wider.
George took that as an invitation. His finger joined Mordred’s cock in his mouth, and he made sure it got good and wet. He pulled it out and pressed it against Mordred’s puckered opening. He hummed a little. After centuries of being together, George knew what he wanted. Mordred relaxed and pushed toward him. His finger pierced the tight ass in his hands, easing in up to the knuckle. He crooked his finger and rubbed Mordred’s gland.
Mordred jerked, shoving more of his cock into George’s mouth. George removed one digit and replaced it with two. A second later, he put three in, needing to get Mordred stretched, so he could feel that tight channel encasing his cock like a glove.
“Now, love.” Mordred tugged on his hair.
He moved away, reaching for the little jar of oil they kept next to the bed. He opened it and poured some into his hand. He put a thick coat of oil on his prick and inserted three slick fingers into Mordred’s ass.
Slapping Mordred on the hip, he said, “Hands and knees, my heart.”
Mordred turned over and settled, forehead resting on his arms, hips canted, offering the tight ass George was addicted to. George took his cock in hand and positioned it at Mordred’s opening. He gripped the lean hip in front of him and thrust in.
“Goddess,” Mordred moaned.
George bit his lip, savoring the feel of Mordred’s ass surrounding his flesh. Mordred’s heat made George whimper a little as he slid in and out of his lover.
The elf rose up on his knees, grabbing the top rail of the oak headboard. George shoved in and Mordred slammed back. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room. No words. Just grunts and groans. Pressure built in George’s balls, warning him of his impending climax. Prying his hand off Mordred’s hip, he reached around and started jerking the elf off.
“Ah…” Mordred shouted.
Wet heat spilled over George’s hand, and the clenching of Mordred’s ass milked his pleasure from him. He shot his cum deep into his lover, marking the elf as his. Staying draped over Mordred’s back, he caught his breath and waited until his softened cock slid from his lover’s ass before rolling onto his back, gasping.
“Nice way to start the day,” Mordred murmured, letting go of the headboard and snuggling close to him under the blankets.
George chuckled weakly as he fought off the need to sleep. He climbed out of bed and grabbed the robe he’d dropped. As he headed toward the bathing room, he glanced back at Mordred, curled around a pillow in the middle of the bed.
“I have to go and meet with Hugh and the others this morning.”
Mordred mumbled something and waved a hand at him. He went in and started the water running. He wet a cloth under the warm flow before returning to the bed. He jerked the sheet off Mordred.
“What the hell is your problem?” the elf growled.
“I’m cleaning you off since you’re going to be lazy and stay in bed all morning.” He gently wiped his lover’s cock and ass off, covering Mordred back up when he finished.
“Not all of us are in a hurry to save the world, love.” Mordred buried his face in a pillow and turned his back on George.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing. You go and talk to Hugh and give Kael a kiss for me. Tell him I’m checking on the information he wanted.”
Mordred hadn’t sounded like he was joking, but George had learned over the centuries to leave his lover alone when the elf was in a mood.
He climbed into the bath and picked up the soap. It was plucked from his hands. Looking up, he watched Mordred join him.
“Turn around,” the elf ordered him.
The mini waterfall they’d built in their bathing room poured over his shoulders, soaking his hair and easing aches in his muscles. Fighting dragons for six months straight was rough on a body, even an immortal one like his. Mordred’s soap-slick hands massaged George’s back, hitting all the tight places he didn’t even know existed.
George braced his hands against the stone wall, letting his head drop forward, and moaned.
Mordred laughed. “It’s been a while, love.”
