Chapter 92: A devious dragon
Cass was panicking. He could feel how his body was trembling, and he knew that this was a lot.
Of course this was a lot. A fucking dragon was pressing him into his own desk, like those fucking romance female leads, and he had a feeling his hand on his mouth wasn’t going to cut it if Draken really pressed the issue.
"Cassian? Are you going to answer?" Draken asked, his gaze burning as he stared at him. Cass swallowed. He was sure he looked exactly the way he shouldn’t when around a creature like Draken.
He looked like prey. There, he fucking admitted it. He was weak, smaller than the other man, and he was flustered.
Cass probably looked like a delightful snack, and Cass hated that. Fuck.
"I-I am not going to answer a question when you haven’t answered mine!" Cass shot back, trying to find his backbone. It was, unfortunately, being bent back by the monster before him, and Draken’s teeth flashed as he smiled.
"If I would let you top me if it would cement our marriage?" He replied, tilting his head to the side again, before a feral, devious grin crossed his lips and Draken leaned in. His lips brushed Cass’ ear as he moved and Cass shivered. He didn’t like how sensitive he was becoming, and he blamed how tired he was on it.
That made you sensitive, right? Right?
"Cassian, I would certainly let you ride on top of me, but I don’t think you could manage to top me." Draken pulled back, staring at the shocked, flushed expression on Cass’ face. Cass felt his face twist, and uncovering his lips, he grabbed the front of Draken’s shirt. His grip was tight, and Draken looked pleased.
He looked beyond pleased, actually, but Cass was too flustered and embarrassed to care.
"R-Ride on top of you?" Cass sputtered. "Why you-you damn dragon!" Cass felt like he was exploding, his voice felt shrill, and even though Draken winced, his grin only grew wider.