Riley wanted release yesterday.
He felt he needed to release because if he didn't come apart now, he was certain something would happen to him. His heart was a frantic bird trapped in his chest, and his skin felt three sizes too small for the lightning charging through his veins.
And he was really close, alright.
Just one mo—!
"!!!"
The thought shattered into a million jagged pieces.
Unexpectedly, Kael, who had been giving Riley's behind all the attention in the world, shifted. The golden dragon didn't just observe; he adapted. With a predatory grace that defied his usual stoicism, Kael leaned down and found Riley's erect member with his mouth.
At the exact same moment, Kael's long, sinful finger curled deep inside him hooking against that sensitive cluster of nerves with devastating precision.
Right there.
The spot.
The combination was a death knell for Riley's self-control.
