Chapter 186: Pain, Pleasure, And Positions

Kane’s amber eyes dilated as he took in the sight before him, his pulse quickening with anticipation.

Now that’s more like it.

This was the dominant dragon he’d been expecting—commanding, powerful, and utterly in control.

The playful banter had been entertaining, but this raw authority made his body respond in ways that had nothing to do with their magical bond.

"I don’t—" Kane started, turning his head away in a show of resistance that fooled neither of them. "You can’t just—"

Cyrus’s grip tightened in his hair, not painful but firm enough to guide Kane’s gaze back to him.

"Can’t what?" Cyrus asked, his voice a low rumble that sent heat straight to Kane’s core.

Kane’s breath hitched, his body betraying his protests as he unconsciously leaned into Cyrus’s touch.

His tails flicked restlessly behind him, silver flames dancing brighter with each passing second.

"This is—this isn’t what I—" Kane’s fake protests died as Cyrus’s thumb traced his lower lip again, more insistent this time.

Cyrus’s knowing smile told Kane he wasn’t buying the act for a second, but the dragon played along anyway, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Open," Cyrus commanded softly.

Kane’s resistance crumbled like paper in flame. His lips parted, and when Cyrus guided himself forward, Kane opened his mouth wider, taking Cyrus’s length with a muffled moan that vibrated through both of them.

The taste of salt and heat flooded his senses as Cyrus filled his mouth, thick and demanding.

Cyrus’s hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hand guiding Kane’s head to match his pace.

The crimson bindings held Kane’s arms secure, leaving him helpless to do anything but take what Cyrus gave him.

Kane’s muffled sounds of pleasure filled the training room as he worked his tongue along Cyrus’s length, savoring the way the dragon’s breath hitched with each movement.

Cyrus’s head fell back, his usual composure cracking as heat built low in his belly.

"Kane," Cyrus growled, his grip tightening. "I’m—"

Kane’s amber eyes flicked up, expecting Cyrus to pull away like last time, to paint his face with that familiar heat.

He braced himself for the mess, already imagining the taste on his lips.

Instead, Cyrus’s hand held him firmly in place as his body tensed, releasing deep into Kane’s mouth with a strangled roar.

Kane’s eyes went wide with shock, his throat working instinctively to swallow as warmth flooded his mouth.

The unexpected intimacy of it hit them both—more intimate than anything they’d shared before.

When Cyrus finally released him, Kane pulled back, coughing slightly, his face flushed crimson.

"What the hell was that?" Kane sputtered, his voice rough. "You’re supposed to warn a guy! I could have choked!"

Cyrus blinked down at him, looking equally stunned by his own actions.

Then Cyrus’s eyes narrowed as he watched Kane’s flushed face and the way his chest heaved with exertion. The dragon’s lips curved into a predatory smile.

"Still putting on a show?" Cyrus murmured, his voice thick with renewed arousal. "Your body tells a different story."

Kane opened his mouth to protest, but Cyrus was already moving, positioning himself behind the padded bench.

"Wait, what are you—oh god—"

Cyrus’s hands found the waistband of Kane’s pants, tugging them down. The cool air hit Kane’s exposed skin, making him shiver against his restraints.

"Cyrus, hold on, I need a minute to—"

"No more talking," Cyrus commanded, his voice rough with want.

Kane’s protests dissolved into a sharp gasp as he felt Cyrus’s hardness pressing against him.

The dragon was already aroused again, his body responding with supernatural recovery that left Kane dizzy.

"You want this," Cyrus growled, positioning himself at Kane’s entrance.

Without warning, Cyrus thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Kane’s willing body.

Kane’s back arched as much as the bindings allowed, a broken moan tearing from his throat.

"Fuck—Cyrus—"

The dragon’s hands gripped Kane’s hips, holding him steady as he began to move with deliberate, measured strokes.

Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through Kane’s enhanced nervous system, his nine tails blazing brighter with every movement.

Kane’s complaints evaporated into breathless cries of pleasure, his body surrendering completely to Cyrus’s dominant touch.

Cyrus’s pace quickened, his controlled rhythm dissolving into something more primal.

The padded bench creaked under their combined weight as his thrusts became deeper and more demanding.

Kane’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling against the crimson restraints.

Every nerve ending blazed with sensation, his enhanced fox spirit physiology amplifying every touch until he could barely think straight.

"Harder," Kane whispered, the word slipping out before he could stop it.

Cyrus’s low chuckle rumbled against Kane’s back as the dragon leaned over him, his chest pressed to Kane’s shoulders.

"Bad little fox," Cyrus murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Kane’s release hit him like lightning, his body convulsing as pleasure crashed through him.

His tails flared brilliant silver, casting dancing shadows across the mirrored walls as he cried out Cyrus’s name.

Cyrus followed moments later, his grip tightening on Kane’s hips as he spilled inside him with a growl that vibrated through both their bodies.

They stayed frozen in that position, breathing hard, until Cyrus slowly withdrew and released the magical bindings.

Kane’s arms dropped, muscles aching from the prolonged restraint. He rolled over, amber eyes bright with satisfaction.

"That was—" Kane started, then caught himself.

Cyrus raised an eyebrow, his dragon senses picking up Kane’s lingering arousal despite his recent climax.

"One more round," Cyrus decided, his hands already moving to reposition Kane. "Then we sleep."

Kane’s protest died as crimson energy reformed around his wrists, binding him in a new configuration against the wall.

His feet barely touched the ground, leaving him deliciously helpless.

"I wasn’t complaining," Kane managed between gasps as Cyrus pressed against him again.

What followed was a blur of repositions—Kane bound over the weight rack, tied to the pull-up bar, and restrained against the padded floor.

Each new angle brought fresh waves of pleasure that left them both breathless and demanding more.

By the time exhaustion finally claimed them, the training room looked like a battlefield of scattered workout equipment and scorch marks from Kane’s foxfire.

Kane slumped against Cyrus’s chest, completely spent but grinning.

"Best workout session ever," he mumbled into Cyrus’s neck. "Though next time, maybe I should be the one doing the tying up."

Cyrus’s arms tightened around him possessively.

"We’ll see about that, fox."