Chapter 170: Ravishing Rewards For My Hero

[Mature Content Warning: Reader’s Discretion Advised]

Kane’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Cyrus’s boxer briefs, tugging them down slowly. The fabric pooled at Cyrus’s feet.

Just as intimidatingly perfect as I remembered.

Cyrus’s arousal stood proud and imposing, proportional to his dragon heritage in every overwhelming sense. Kane’s mouth went dry as he took in the impressive sight.

"Kane," Cyrus’s voice carried a warning edge. "You don’t have to—"

"Shh." Kane pressed a finger to Cyrus’s lips before sliding gracefully to his knees on the cool floor.

His amber eyes flickered up to meet Cyrus’s crimson gaze, mischief dancing in their depths.

"I told you I was rewarding my hero."

Kane’s hands splayed across Cyrus’s powerful thighs, feeling the tension coiled beneath pale skin. He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over heated flesh.

Cyrus’s sharp intake of breath filled the silent room.

Kane’s tongue darted out, tasting salt and something uniquely Cyrus. The dragon’s hips jerked involuntarily, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

"Easy," Kane murmured against him, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "Let me take care of you."

Kane took Cyrus into his mouth slowly. Above him, Cyrus’s hands fisted at his sides, fighting for control as Kane began to work.

Kane’s mouth worked with practiced skill, his tongue tracing patterns that made Cyrus’s control fracture piece by piece.

He took more of Cyrus’s length, adjusting to accommodate the dragon’s impressive size until his lips stretched wide around the base.

Cyrus’s hands finally found Kane’s hair, fingers threading through silver strands as his restraint crumbled.

"Kane—" The warning died in his throat as Kane’s throat relaxed, taking him completely.

The dragon’s hips bucked involuntarily, a guttural moan escaping his lips.

Kane’s amber eyes watered but remained fixed on Cyrus’s face, watching every flicker of pleasure cross his features.

Kane’s pace quickened, his hands gripping Cyrus’s thighs for leverage as he worked with determined enthusiasm.

Cyrus climaxed with a roar that would have shattered windows if not for the penthouse’s soundproofing. Heat spilled across Kane’s face and chest, marking him thoroughly.

Kane pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before looking down at his soiled pajamas with dismay.

"Well, this is a problem," Kane announced, plucking at the silk fabric dotted with evidence of Cyrus’s release. "I’m completely ruined now."

He gestured dramatically at his stained shirt.

"Looks like neither of us can be in bed until we’re thoroughly cleaned up again."

Cyrus’s post-climax haze cleared as he took in Kane’s predicament, his lips curving into a wicked smile.

"Then I suppose we’ll have to remedy that situation immediately."

Cyrus’s arms swept Kane up from the floor in one fluid motion, cradling him against his chest. Kane’s arms wound around Cyrus’s neck instinctively.

"Bath time?" Kane asked, already anticipating the warmth of hot water and Cyrus’s hands mapping every inch of his skin.

Instead of heading toward the bathroom, Cyrus deposited Kane onto the rumpled sheets.

"What are you—"

Kane’s question died as Cyrus’s fingers found the buttons of his silk pajama top, working them open. The stained fabric parted, revealing Kane’s flushed chest beneath.

"These need to come off," Cyrus murmured, sliding the shirt from Kane’s shoulders and tossing it aside.

His hands moved to the drawstring of Kane’s pajama pants, loosening the knot with practiced ease.

Kane lifted his hips, allowing Cyrus to pull the silk down his legs until he lay completely bare on the dark sheets.

"Much better," Cyrus said, his crimson eyes drinking in the sight of Kane sprawled beneath him.

Kane’s nine tails fanned across the bed like a silver halo, their tips twitching with nervous energy.

"Now what?" Kane’s voice carried a breathless quality that made Cyrus’s smile turn predatory.

"Now I return the favor."

Cyrus’s hands gripped Kane’s hips, flipping him over. Kane gasped as his chest pressed against the cool silk sheets.

"Already?" Kane’s breathless laugh carried a note of disbelief as he felt Cyrus’s renewed arousal pressing against him. "How are you still—"

"Dragons have exceptional endurance," Cyrus murmured against Kane’s ear, positioning himself at Kane’s entrance. "Did you think one release would satisfy me?"

Kane’s retort dissolved into a sharp cry as Cyrus entered him in one smooth thrust.

The dragon’s substantial length filled him completely, stretching him wide around the familiar heat.

"Oh gods," Kane gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets.

The sensation was just as overwhelming as their first time—Cyrus burned like molten metal inside him, every ridge and vein distinct against Kane’s sensitive walls.

But there was something different now, an intensity that made Kane’s vision blur.

His newly awakened nine tailed senses amplified everything. Each thrust rippled across his enhanced nervous system, pleasure so acute it bordered on unbearable.

"Too much?" Cyrus’s voice carried concern despite the strain of holding back.

"No," Kane panted, pushing back against the dragon’s careful rhythm. "More."

Cyrus’s restraint snapped. His pace quickened, driving deeper as Kane’s enhanced body responded with desperate enthusiasm.

The fox spirit’s nine tails lashed against Cyrus’s chest and thighs, silver flames dancing along their tips.

Kane’s enhanced senses made every sensation a symphony of pleasure.

He could feel Cyrus’s heartbeat through their connection, taste the dragon’s desire on the air, and hear the subtle shift in breathing that meant his lover was close to losing control.

Cyrus’s thrusts became relentless, each one striking that perfect spot that made Kane see stars.

"Cyrus—I can’t—" Kane’s words shattered into a broken cry as climax tore through him.

His release painted the dark sheets silver-white as his nine tails blazed with ethereal fire, power crackling through the air around them.

Cyrus followed moments later, his roar of completion echoing through the room as he pulled out and spilled across Kane’s back and thighs.

Heat marked Kane’s skin in thick ropes, claiming him thoroughly.

Kane collapsed forward, trembling and thoroughly debauched. Sticky evidence of their passion coated his skin from chest to spine.

"Definitely need that bath now," Kane panted against the pillow.

Cyrus gathered the messy fox into his arms, heading toward the bathroom.

"Who said anything about just bathing?"