face violently, but he could still see Rafe’s back arch up in ecstasy, his dark eyes locked in a needful gaze on Roka’s face.
The power flowed through him in a tingling deluge, but seemed to catch, as it always did, just at the base of his spine. He held back, on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm but waiting as long as he could until the energy reached the point of overflowing. It was always that sensation of being too full that he loved. Full of power as tangible and unrelenting as the squeeze of Rafe’s ass around his shaft, but this time it pushed harder at his restraint, as though Rafe’s empty well was a vacuum seeking to be filled. When it reached that point, Roka held his breath and stopped abruptly, every muscle quivering. He leaned over Rafe, bracing both hands on either side of his friend’s torso.
Rafe’s face was illuminated by the spill of glowing magic emanating from Roka’s eyes, white hot and bright as the sun. The dark-eyed face rose up, hands clasped the back of Roka’s neck. Roka let himself be pulled down, the kiss a hungry signal of encouragement. Roka groaned against the kiss and pumped his hips. Once—the plunge of his cock so deep his hips clapped against Rafe’s as loud as thunder. Twice—the friction against Roka’s cock lit a fire that quickly seared through the barrier between the magic and his will to hold it back. The third stroke sent him over and he plunged his cock deep, dimly aware of the harsh cry coming from his throat as he came in hot spasms. He lost himself to the flush of all that power singing through him as brisk and violent as wind whipping through a canyon, carrying him soaring along with it. He let the magic carry him as he had the strong currents of air and magic they had flown upon to reach this place. When it began to subside, he let himself drift back to solid ground, to the feel of the warm body beneath him, arms wrapped around him and skin shimmering with fresh power.
He pulled back slowly and collapsed to the side, relishing the cold crunch of the snow beneath him, helping to regulate his heated temperature.
“Was it too much for you?” he asked, taking note of Rafe’s dazed and lethargic expression. His friend looked a little drunk. The lack of focus when Rafe sat up and turned to face him only served to emphasize that impression.
Rafe let out a low chuckle. “You didn’t even come close to what she can do, my friend. It’s like she’s made of the stuff. Her trail may seem strong here, but she’s much farther ahead than the remnants of her magic would lead you to believe. That small taste of her magic was the best thing I could have had tonight though, so thank you for that.”
Roka raised up on an elbow. “You said she was inexperienced, that you unlocked her magic. Was she a virgin, then?”
“No. At least not physically. She’d only been with human men before. I’ve been wondering about it ever since, but even she didn’t know her origins—who her real parents were, and for good reason. Someone wanted her hidden badly enough to bind her magic so that even she wasn’t aware of it. But it only took one look at her for me to know. It wasn’t magic I sensed, but some other, more subtle energy she had, that I’ve only seen in other dragons.” Rafe paused, his eyes skimming over Roka’s face and body.
Roka looked down at himself, conscious of the details his friend was taking in. His hair and eyes weren’t the least of it. They all had a bearing and attitude that made them stand out even next to the most striking humans, regardless of how they concealed it through magic. A dragon whose magic was bound would not stand out to an unobservant dragon, but a Shadow like Rafe would be attuned to those kinds of subtle cues.
“Your curiosity got the better of you, I take it,” Roka said. He understood the way a Shadow worked. Anything that had the scent of a secret caught their attention to the point they couldn’t let it go until they
The power flowed through him in a tingling deluge, but seemed to catch, as it always did, just at the base of his spine. He held back, on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm but waiting as long as he could until the energy reached the point of overflowing. It was always that sensation of being too full that he loved. Full of power as tangible and unrelenting as the squeeze of Rafe’s ass around his shaft, but this time it pushed harder at his restraint, as though Rafe’s empty well was a vacuum seeking to be filled. When it reached that point, Roka held his breath and stopped abruptly, every muscle quivering. He leaned over Rafe, bracing both hands on either side of his friend’s torso.
Rafe’s face was illuminated by the spill of glowing magic emanating from Roka’s eyes, white hot and bright as the sun. The dark-eyed face rose up, hands clasped the back of Roka’s neck. Roka let himself be pulled down, the kiss a hungry signal of encouragement. Roka groaned against the kiss and pumped his hips. Once—the plunge of his cock so deep his hips clapped against Rafe’s as loud as thunder. Twice—the friction against Roka’s cock lit a fire that quickly seared through the barrier between the magic and his will to hold it back. The third stroke sent him over and he plunged his cock deep, dimly aware of the harsh cry coming from his throat as he came in hot spasms. He lost himself to the flush of all that power singing through him as brisk and violent as wind whipping through a canyon, carrying him soaring along with it. He let the magic carry him as he had the strong currents of air and magic they had flown upon to reach this place. When it began to subside, he let himself drift back to solid ground, to the feel of the warm body beneath him, arms wrapped around him and skin shimmering with fresh power.
He pulled back slowly and collapsed to the side, relishing the cold crunch of the snow beneath him, helping to regulate his heated temperature.
“Was it too much for you?” he asked, taking note of Rafe’s dazed and lethargic expression. His friend looked a little drunk. The lack of focus when Rafe sat up and turned to face him only served to emphasize that impression.
Rafe let out a low chuckle. “You didn’t even come close to what she can do, my friend. It’s like she’s made of the stuff. Her trail may seem strong here, but she’s much farther ahead than the remnants of her magic would lead you to believe. That small taste of her magic was the best thing I could have had tonight though, so thank you for that.”
Roka raised up on an elbow. “You said she was inexperienced, that you unlocked her magic. Was she a virgin, then?”
“No. At least not physically. She’d only been with human men before. I’ve been wondering about it ever since, but even she didn’t know her origins—who her real parents were, and for good reason. Someone wanted her hidden badly enough to bind her magic so that even she wasn’t aware of it. But it only took one look at her for me to know. It wasn’t magic I sensed, but some other, more subtle energy she had, that I’ve only seen in other dragons.” Rafe paused, his eyes skimming over Roka’s face and body.
Roka looked down at himself, conscious of the details his friend was taking in. His hair and eyes weren’t the least of it. They all had a bearing and attitude that made them stand out even next to the most striking humans, regardless of how they concealed it through magic. A dragon whose magic was bound would not stand out to an unobservant dragon, but a Shadow like Rafe would be attuned to those kinds of subtle cues.
“Your curiosity got the better of you, I take it,” Roka said. He understood the way a Shadow worked. Anything that had the scent of a secret caught their attention to the point they couldn’t let it go until they
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