"Show me."
It was as if Riley even needed help when he was already that close.
But Kael's voice—low, rich, reverent—was the final nail in the coffin.
And Riley, completely under Kael's thumb, didn't just move; he offered.
His back arched as he threw himself into the gaze, letting the raw, possessive hunger in those golden eyes consume him. His hand then gripped tighter and stroked with feverish desperation. The flushed head of his shaft glistened in the low light, and every breath he took came out broken, sharp, and needy.
"Ah—Kael…!"
He cried out.
Loudly.
His entire body convulsed with it. Back practically bowing off the desk, head thrown back, lips parted in a scream that tore through the room.
"Kael—!"
The dragon lord's name was a desperate, shattering cry ripped from his chest, an involuntary plea as his climax hit.
