Blaze stiffened. Now the fairies were doing something that resulted in a very annoying banging sound. That was it. He was going to go beg Bonny to move him to the other end of the castle tomorrow. He’d prostrate himself if necessary.

  The banging grew louder. Blaze threw the pillow on the floor and sat up, mouth open to shout. Then it occurred to him that someone was knocking on his door, not the wall. “Oh. Oops.” Now who’d be coming to my room at this time of night? He hoped it wasn’t that pissed-off sister of Griff’s, who’d been by the night before, dragging Griff away from him.

  Blaze’s skin tingled with anticipation as he got up and crossed the room. An odd, warm sensation filled him when he reached for the door.

  Maybe he was getting sick. At least he could sprint to the toilet quickly if he needed to.

  Blaze opened the door and blinked, his cock instantly perking up as he stared at Griff. “Uh?”

  Griff blinked back at him, those pale cheeks turning pink.

  Blaze really, really liked the way Griff looked when he blushed. Griff’s lips were parted, too, and he licked the bottom one. Blaze hoped he only whimpered in his own head. He was supposed to be a big butch guy and whimpering was kinda contrary to that as far as he knew.

  Except this look came over Griff, a sultry, sexy expression carrying enough heat to make any dragon proud.

  Blaze wasn’t usually so bold. He normally took what was offered, didn’t reach for what he wanted. He’d been shot down too many times to dare take a chance.

  And yet, he opened the door wider, took a step back while at the same time cupping Griff’s elbow, pulling him into the room.

  Griff came willingly, almost predatorily, in fact. Blaze shut the door.

  It hadn’t taken a map to guide Griff back to the dragon. All he’d had to do was listen to an instinct he couldn’t name.

  And now he was finally there, with the dragon—Blaze. He even remembered Blaze’s name.

  In fact, Griff thought he remembered everything about Blaze, though he supposed, with his mind, that might not be true. Still, he was here now, and he wanted Blaze. Craved him like crazy.

  The Love fairy part of him was in full effect. Need filled him, empowered him, pulsing throughout his body like the blood pumping through his veins.

  He liked the whimpering sounds Blaze made, liked the wide-eyed want, the eager, nervous way Blaze was moving backward, the grip Blaze had on his arm.

  Griff, who’d felt so powerless for so long without his wings, was powerless no more. He walked Blaze backward to the bed, hardly feeling the floor beneath his feet.

  “I—” Blaze stuttered, then gasped when the backs of his legs hit the bed.

  Griff delighted in everything about Blaze in that moment. The shock, lust, nervous twitching, and the thick, hard ridge of the cock tenting Blaze’s pajama bottoms.

  Griff pulled his elbow free and ran his hands over Blaze’s bare chest. The freckles all over it needed to be tasted. He pushed and sent Blaze sprawling onto the bed.

  “Whoa!” Blaze grunted and caught himself on his elbows before scooting around to prop himself against the headboard.

  Griff couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone so bad, not even the man he’d been going to see before his accident. Griff couldn’t remember that man at all. He only had other people’s word on that. For now, anyway. Later he might remember more.

  Now he wanted to concentrate on the big golden man licking his lips and palming his erection.

  Griff wanted to touch and play and fuck.

  But more, he wanted to kiss Blaze and explore the vast expanse of skin.

  “I want—” Blaze began.

  Griff removed his covering, letting the silken material slide to the floor.

  Blaze gasped and shoved his pajama bottoms down, his gaze darting all over Griff’s nude form.

  The open appreciation was making Griff’s cock harder than ever. If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up spilling his seed in a short period of time. He didn’t want to shame his kind. Love fairies were made for loving, for sex and magic and beauty.

  And he was going to give every one of those things to Blaze. Something about the dragon touched Griff. There was a vulnerability to Blaze that Griff had caught a glimpse of, and oddly enough, that made the man sexier than someone perfect and full of himself.

  Griff moved closer, then climbed onto the bed. He placed a hand on Blaze’s knee. “Where to start?” he wondered out loud.

  Blaze leaned forward. “I—with a kiss?”

  That seemed like a brilliant idea to Griff.

  Chapter Eight

  Blaze had never felt so aroused. The deep core of fire in him was raging, and it was a wonder he wasn’t shooting flames from his fingertips. He watched hungrily as Griff, so gloriously nude and perfectly sculpted, climbed onto the bed to straddle him.

  There was so much pale, smooth skin to touch! Blaze hesitated, hands hovering before he finally reached for Griff’s chest, drawn to the tiny pink nipples there.

  The instant his palms pressed to Griff’s skin, Blaze gasped, the heat inside him flaring brighter.

  Griff gasped as well then bent and slanted his mouth over Blaze’s.

  Never had Blaze been kissed with such sweet, hot intent. He’d had sloppy, do it ’cause he was fucking kisses, but nothing like how Griff was kissing him. Gentle yet insistent, careful, as if Griff were savoring the taste of Blaze.

  Blaze shivered and curled his fingers as Griff’s tongue slicked over his.

  Griff’s breath hitched, and those tiny little nubs went hard beneath Blaze’s hands.

  Someone has sensitive nipples, Blaze thought, before Griff shattered his ability to think by deepening the kiss.

  Griff cupped Blaze’s jaw and used his other hand to stroke Blaze’s hair. Everything felt so good, Blaze couldn’t tell where the pleasure began or ended. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe that sensuous enjoyment was a vital part of him in that moment.

  He pressed his hands against Griff’s nipples, rubbing them, stimulating his fairy.

  Griff kissed him with an edge of desperation. He nipped at Blaze’s lips, at his tongue, and ran his fingers over Blaze’s scalp, making him purr. No one had ever done half the things Griff was doing to him, and they’d only just started.

  There’d be nothing left of himself when Griff was done with him. Blaze would melt from the rapturous feelings Griff was filling him with.

  Griff used his grip on Blaze to turn Blaze’s head to the side.

  Blaze sucked in a great big breath, dizzy from the lack of enough oxygen.

  Then Griff began sucking on his neck, and Blaze made an odd, warbling sound. He slid his hands around to Griff’s back, holding on for all he was worth. The slight weight of the fairy belied the strength in his body. Blaze felt the muscles under that smooth, warm skin. Griff was lean and strong and soft and—

  “Ungh!” Blaze jerked, his toes curling as he thrust his hips. He felt Griff’s long, pale shaft that he’d seen moments before. The soft press of Griff’s balls was a welcome weight as Griff began to frot against Blaze.

  Blaze wasn’t going to last. He zipped his hands down to cup two sumptuous ass cheeks. They fit so perfectly in his grip, and the warmer skin between them drew Blaze’s fingers like a beacon guiding them home.

  As he thrust up again and again, Blaze forgot to censor his whimpers and needy sounds. His eyes rolled when Griff bit and sucked on his neck. There’d be marks—Gods, he hoped there’d be marks!

  Griff undulated and drove his rigid cock against Blaze until Blaze was right at the peak, right about to tumble over into what would no doubt be the best orgasm of his life.

  And Griff stopped moving those slender hips.

  What should have been “Griff” came out more like a bad mix of consonants having nothing at all in common with any letter in the fairy’s name.

  Griff chuckled against the wet, sensitive skin of Blaze’s neck. The sound was darkly enchanting. “Oh, dragon-mine,” Griff said, every word digging a deeper well of desire into Blaze. “Don’t you know? I’m a Love fairy. I’m going to blow your mind, all night long.”

  Blaze whimpered again.

  Griff hadn’t wanted anyone in so long, and never like he wanted Blaze. It was important that he bring as much pleasure to the dragon as he possibly could. He had to impress himself on Blaze—the need to ensure that Blaze would want him again was overpowering and Griff didn’t have the strength, or any good reason he could think of, to fight it.

  But imprinting on someone, that was a big thing for a fairy, any fairy, whatever their breed. Imprinting meant belonging to that one person, just one. It didn’t occur to Griff that was what he was doing until he pulled Blaze back from the sensual edge a fourth time. Imprinting! Gods! Am I really?

  And he couldn’t force himself on Blaze, whom he didn’t know, couldn’t tie himself to one man during their first sexual encounter together. That was unheard of and foolhardy, and Griff just managed to get a grip on his instincts before he could murmur the binding words for them.

  It shook Griff to his soul, both the almost-binding and the part where he forced himself to stop. He wouldn’t deny either of them relief, however. They both deserved to be awash in ecstasy.

  So Griff bit his tongue and took one last look at the marks he’d left on Blaze, then licked a path down Blaze’s body, to the fat tip of his cock.

  Dragons’ penises were a little different from fairies’, and possibly from any other kind. There were ridges circling the length of that thick cock, smooth, rounded ridges that would feel incredible inside a man’s ass.

  Griff was going to find out how they felt in his mouth. He licked over the leaking slit and gripped the base. At the same time, he used his other hand to stroke his own dick.

  Blaze’s pre-cum tasted hot and spicy, earthy and strong. Griff hummed and sealed his lips over the entire tip. Then he sucked.

  “Argh!” Blaze grabbed Griff’s head.

  Griff expected him to try to take over, but he didn’t, much to Griff’s delight. Blaze merely left his hands in Griff’s hair, and waited, squirming against the bed a little.

  Griff rewarded him by taking as much of that thick length into his mouth as he could. The cap was broad enough to make deep-throating a serious challenge, and it took Griff a couple of attempts before he got it in that far. When he did, and he swallowed, Blaze bellowed loud enough to shake the walls.

  Griff bobbed up and went after the little bundle of nerves beneath the cap. He left off jacking himself to instead shove that hand under Blaze’s butt.

  He went right for Blaze’s hole, burying his thumb between Blaze’s cheeks and rubbing, pushing at that tight entrance. When the tip eased in, Blaze’s ring gripped it so tight that Griff’s thumb tingled.

  He dove back down on Blaze’s cock, flicking his tongue over every ridge. He couldn’t get all Blaze’s shaft in his mouth—it was simply too big, although there was nothing simple about it, really.

  But Blaze was obviously loving what was happening. He panted and writhed, shouted and pleaded—either to come or for Griff to draw out the pleasure longer, Griff wasn’t sure which.

  Griff pushed more of his thumb into Blaze’s hole and swallowed around the tip of Blaze’s cock. He rotated his thumb, then swallowed again.

  Blaze’s bellow was incredible. So was the tight, tight grip of his ass and the hot jet of spunk that poured down Griff’s throat.

  Griff pulled back and caught the rest on his tongue. It was spicy, like Blaze’s pre-cum, but with a surprisingly sweet flavor to it as well. Griff could quickly become addicted to the taste of it.

  He pulled off and caught the last spurt in his hand. Griff kissed the tip of Blaze’s cock then, before easing his thumb from Blaze’s hole.

  Blaze moaned, and Griff scrambled up to straddle Blaze’s hips again. He planted his butt right on top of Blaze’s cock and writhed, driving more wanton sounds from the dragon.

  Griff used Blaze’s cum for lube, spreading it on his own aching length and moaned, while Blaze gripped Griff’s thighs and rutted against Griff’s ass. Griff palmed his balls as he jacked off, his breath short, his need great.

  Blaze opened his eyes, and the fiery look he shot Griff sent him spiraling into orgasm. Griff threw his head back, and a sound like a song left him as he spilled his seed on Blaze’s chest.

  They almost escaped from him, those magic words of promise and forever. Griff bit his tongue until he tasted blood. It was the only way he could keep the last sentence unspoken and from allowing the imprinting to enter into a state of permanence.

  Even with the imprinting denied, the orgasm was intense. Colors swirled before Griff’s eyes— the violet and white twined with pinks and blues, and a vibrant, verdant green.

  He tipped his head down, needing to see Blaze. The colors pulsed then vanished, leaving his vision clear.

  A song unlike any he’d heard filled the air, pulsing like a heartbeat between them. Blaze’s eyes were still open, still focused on him. Orange and red streaked through the irises as Blaze arched his back, wet heat spreading behind Griff as Blaze came again.

  The song grew, and the rhythm doubled. Griff shook, and the feelings inside him overwhelmed him. He struggled to breathe, his head spun and darkness encased him a moment later.

  Chapter Nine

  “Can you not act with honor at all?” King Fyre shouted, two hot jets of steam powering from his nostrils and just missing Blaze’s head. “All you had to do was help King Artaxis, and instead you end up… Argh!” King Fyre smacked himself on the forehead.

  Queen Bonny tutted and turned a glittering orange stare on Blaze. “Really, Blaze. A fairy? Are you that desperate for affection?”

  Anger welled within Blaze and bubbled over the bands of his restraint. “What do you mean, a fairy? And what’s it to you if I am desperate for affection? Who doesn’t need to be touched?”

  Bonny narrowed her eyes and stood, rising from her throne like a goddess come to life. “That does not mean you can go around fucking fairies.”

  “Why not?” Blaze asked, glaring back at her. “Why do you get to decide where my dick goes?”

  “Blaze!” King Fyre snapped. “That’s uncalled for!”

  “Her judging me for wanting to be wanted is what’s uncalled for!” Blaze shouted, gesturing at Bonny. “And why should she have any say anyway? She’s not my mother!”

  “No, but I am your queen, something you seem to have forgotten.” Bonny pointed one lean talon-tipped finger at him. The electric shock that hit Blaze knocked him on his ass. “You will not take such a tone with me.”

  Pain enveloped him, and Blaze toppled onto his back as he gasped.

  “You will always show me respect,” Queen Bonny said. “Even when we are in a more relaxed environment. But especially when we are in the Throne Room and you are awaiting judgment!”

  Blaze flopped like a fish out of water as she continued tormenting him.

  “Honey, I think that’s, er, uncalled for,” King Fyre said tentatively. “He is my little brother, after all.”

  Bonny sighed and lowered her hand. “I wasn’t going to toast him. He’ll be fine. Consider it a paddling for an adult.”

  The agony ceased in an instant, but Blaze was stunned and not ready to move. Instead, he kept his eyes closed and ignored the king and queen as they bickered or whatever they were doing.

  Yes, yes, he’d crossed a line he shouldn’t have. He’d had intimate relations with another species, which was definitely frowned upon, but mainly because of the offspring that could result. That wasn’t a problem for two males.

  Well that, and of course dragons tended to think they were better than all the other species.

  A longing that hurt almost as much as Bonny’s punishment stirred in Blaze’s chest. He clutched at his heart, curling into a ball. The song that had filled the air when Griff had climaxed wrapped around him and infiltrated his thoughts.

  There was Griff, so beautiful, perfect, powerful. That song, the colors that had enveloped Blaze and the fairy, like the air itself was turned into a rainbow around them—nothing like that had ever happened to Blaze before.

  Griff had sighed and lain down on him. Blaze had a few moments of perfection in his life, holding Griff, listening to his breaths, feeling the smooth, warm skin against his.

  Then all hells had broken loose. And now he was in more trouble than ever, and he couldn’t—wouldn’t—regret what he and Griff had done together.

  * * * *

  One moment, Griff had been sleeping better than he had in a long time. He’d felt some strong internal tug, some spiritual pull at his core when he’d climaxed. But he’d kept back the last of the binding words.

  He’d still felt so close to Blaze, so safe, that he’d let sleep take him. Only to wake up to frantic pounding on the door and Gia on the other side, screeching to the high heavens that Blaze had kidnapped Griff.

  That was all it had taken. The door had been magicked away, Griff had been yanked off Blaze, and asinine accusations had flown. Blaze had been carted off by fairies, and Griff didn’t know where he’d been taken to. Away from the castle the fairies were in, he would guess.

  His gut cramped, and Griff curled over onto his side.

  “Oh, stop pouting,” Gia said. “I didn’t know you two had done the deed. I thought he’d abducted you or something. You don’t have sex with random strangers anymore. What was I supposed to think?”

  “Maybe that I can act as I choose in regards to things such as sex?” Griff snapped, holding himself tightly. Gods, but he ached all the way to his bones. His head pounded, and that was not a pleasant experience at all. “I wouldn’t go busting in on you.”

  “But…” Gia sighed. “A dragon, Griff? Really? When King Artaxis has let it be known more than once that he wants you in his harem?”

  It wasn’t an unusual thing in a Love fairy’s life, to be in a harem with relatives. Sex was…freer for their kind. Even so, Griff had never been able to stomach the idea of it.

  And his king didn’t appeal to him in a sexual way. None of the fairies in his frolic interested him. Griff knew he was lucky in that Artaxis didn’t force him into the harem—kings could do whatever they wanted with their subjects, after all—but their kind were lovers, not fighters.