Chapter 185: Play And Power

[Mature Content Warning: Reader’s Discretion Advised]

Kane’s answer came in the form of his lips crashing against Cyrus’s, desperate and hungry.

Their kiss was all teeth and fire, silver and crimson energy sparking where their skin touched.

Cyrus’s hands tangled in Kane’s hair, pulling him closer as their tongues battled for dominance.

Kane’s tails wrapped around them both, creating a cocoon of silver flames that made the broken mirrors glitter like stars.

When they finally broke apart, both gasping, Kane let his body go deliberately limp in Cyrus’s arms.

"Fine," Kane panted, letting defeat color his voice. "You win. Tie me up and use me like a rag doll."

Cyrus raised an eyebrow, his grip tightening automatically to keep Kane upright.

"You’re serious?"

The dragon’s voice carried genuine surprise, as if he hadn’t expected Kane to actually follow through on their bet.

Kane’s amber eyes glowed with mischief and desire, his tails swishing lazily behind him.

"Dead serious. A bet’s a bet."

Cyrus studied Kane’s face for a long moment, searching for any sign of reluctance or jest. Finding none, his lips curved into a slow, predatory smile.

"Technically," Cyrus murmured against Kane’s ear, "I didn’t win. We destroyed half the training room and called it a draw."

Kane’s breath hitched as Cyrus’s teeth grazed his earlobe.

"But if you’re volunteering..."

The dragon’s hands slid down Kane’s sides, possessive and claiming, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

Cyrus lifted Kane effortlessly with one arm, as if he weighed nothing more than a feather.

Kane’s breath caught as he found himself deposited onto the padded bench press, the cool leather against his heated skin making him shiver.

"Stay," Cyrus commanded, his voice low and rough.

Crimson energy flowed from Cyrus’s fingertips, weaving itself into bindings.

that wrapped around Kane’s wrists. The magical restraints pulled Kane’s arms forward, securing them to the bench’s frame while positioning him exactly where Cyrus wanted him.

Kane tested the bonds experimentally, finding them firm but not painful. The dragon magic pulsed against his skin like a living thing, responding to Cyrus’s will.

"Comfortable?" Cyrus asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.

Kane’s tails fanned out behind him, silver flames dancing along their length as anticipation coiled tight in his belly. He could feel Cyrus’s eyes on him, taking in every detail of his bound form.

"It’s bearable," Kane whispered, turning his head back slightly to meet Cyrus’s gaze. "Now what are you going to do with me?"

The position left him completely exposed to Cyrus, vulnerable and wanting.

His fox ears twitched as he heard the dragon moving behind him, predatory and patient.

Kane expected Cyrus to take him immediately, to claim him with the same desperate hunger that had driven their kiss.

Instead, warm hands settled on his shoulders, fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths down his spine.

"You’ve been a very bad little fox," Cyrus murmured against Kane’s neck, his breath sending shivers through Kane’s body.

Kane bit back a laugh, warmth spreading through his chest despite the arousal pooling low in his belly.

"Did you seriously just say that?"

Cyrus’s lips found the sensitive spot where Kane’s neck met his shoulder, pressing soft kisses that made Kane’s tails twitch.

"Is there a problem with my technique?" Cyrus asked, his voice carrying mock offense as his hands continued their torturous exploration.

Kane’s breath hitched as those skilled fingers mapped every vertebra, every muscle, as if Cyrus were memorizing him through touch alone.

"It’s just—" Kane gasped as Cyrus’s teeth grazed his skin.

"Really? ’Bad little fox’? Did you learn that from those dubious romance novels you’ve been hoarding?"

Cyrus’s hands stilled for a moment before resuming their path, now with slightly less confidence.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

The defensive note in Cyrus’s voice made Kane grin despite his compromising position.

"Sure you don’t. Next you’ll be calling me your ’naughty pet’ or asking if I’ve been ’very, very bad.’"

Cyrus’s response was to drag his tongue along Kane’s spine, making Kane arch against his restraints with a strangled moan.

"Your mockery is noted," Cyrus said, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made Kane’s knees weak.

"Perhaps I should find more... creative ways to keep your mouth occupied."

Kane’s smart retort died in his throat as Cyrus’s hands found the base of his tails, fingers threading through the silver fur.

"That’s—oh god—that’s cheating," Kane managed.

"Sensitive as always," Cyrus murmured.

Kane’s back arched as sparks of pleasure shot through him, his bound hands clenching into fists.

"I’m not—ah—sensitive, you’re just—" Kane’s protest dissolved into a breathy moan as Cyrus’s hands moved lower, palming the curve of his ass.

"Just what?" Cyrus asked, his touch shifting from gentle exploration to firm strokes.

Kane tried to form a coherent response, but Cyrus’s hand came down in a light spank that made him jolt against the restraints.

"That’s—ahhh—that’s not fair, I was trying to—" Another spank, slightly firmer this time, and Kane’s words scattered.

"How does that feel?" Cyrus’s voice carried genuine curiosity beneath the heat, his hand soothing the slight sting with gentle circles.

Kane’s tails blazed brighter, betraying exactly how much he was enjoying this despite his inability to stop talking.

"Good, it feels good, but you’re still—oh god—still using terrible romance novel dialogue," Kane gasped out between pants.

"And you’re still running your mouth when you should be focusing on more important things."

Cyrus replied, delivering another measured spank that made Kane cry out.

"You know, for someone who claims to have learned everything from books, you’re surprisingly—" Kane’s teasing words cut off abruptly as Cyrus stepped around to face him.

The dragon’s expression had shifted from playful dominance to something darker, more predatory.

"I warned you about keeping that mouth occupied," Cyrus said, his voice rough with desire as he freed himself from his pants.

Kane’s eyes widened as Cyrus’s erection sprang free, flushed and demanding.

The dragon’s hand tangled in Kane’s silver hair, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

"Since you can’t seem to stop talking," Cyrus murmured, his thumb brushing across Kane’s lower lip, "perhaps we should find a better use for that clever tongue of yours."