Crown Of Hearts
Chapter 18: good at seduction

Chapter 18: good at seduction

Eamon sighed softly as he picked up the wash cloth and proceeded to walk towards him.

Of course he was trying to use his antics to escape. Clever dragon but Eamon wasn’t about to fall for them.

This dragon was a fine male specimen but he was a man and there was no way he was falling for any of his tricks...

Right?

The question sounded doubtful in his mind as he watched the dragon lick his lower lip in a slow motion that had him momentarily dazed.

Eamon wanted to curse out loud as his eyes travelled back to look at the dragon that was smiling knowingly.

His jaw was tight as he continued to wipe the dirt off the rugged terrain of his abdomen.

This dragon was heavily built with muscles that were way bigger than those of the average man.

Eamon tried to ignore the detail but standing so close to this man made it difficult to.

As if sensing his inner turmoil, Valerion spoke.

"I don’t like silence. Why don’t you entertain me, Eamon?" He requested, his voice a low and deep whisper that made a shiver ran down Eamon’s spine.

This man was good at seduction. He was a natural but there was no way Eamon was falling for it.

He was a centuries old evil dragon that enjoyed wreaking the lives of humans. Humans like him.

Eamon’s face hardened as he came to his senses. He poked a nearby wound, an action that made Valerion wince slightly.

"Say another word and I will poke all your wounds." Eamon said seriously and Valerion feigned a hurt expression.

"You are evil." He complained and his eyebrows furrowed from the pain that came from his wound being poked again.

"I know." Eamon admitted as his palm came to rest on the side of his abdomen to steady the dragon that couldn’t stop moving.

Valerion’s eyes widened at the jolt of electricity that ran through his body at the skin to skin contact.

His body was instantly inflamed as his inner beast screamed to be let free of his restraints so that he could touch, claim and hold his mate.

He shuddered as he violently tugged at the chains, causing Eamon to take a few steps back, completely alarmed.

"Do not touch me." Valerion groaned and Eamon frowned as he noticed the sweat droplets that had started to run down the dragon’s temple.

He ignored the warning and stepped closer to him again.

Valerion froze, the scent of this man nearly driving him crazy.

Eamon touched his abdomen again and Valerion shivered slightly from the touch.

"You are suddenly hot. It could be a sign you are already suffering from an infection." Eamon concluded and Valerion was thoughtfully silent as he looked at him.

If only he knew the reason he was burning up was not because of a damned infection but because of desire.

A desire so strong it inflamed his entire being.

Eamon hurriedly dipped the washcloth and wiped his forehead and entire torso, glad that the temperature had cooled a little once was he done.

Unknown to him, the only reason Valerion’s body had cooled was because he wasn’t touching him anymore.

When he had finished wiping his torso, Eamon proceeded to wash the dragon’s thick and long black hair.

Eamon couldn’t help noticing that it was of very fine quality that could definitely make one jealous and it bothered him that the talkative dragon was now very quiet.

Something about washing this dragon’s hair made him feel like it was something quite intimate.

The silence was nearly suffocating.

Once he was done, Eamon left the cell and was caught off guard by the long lingering look that was pinned on him once he glanced over his shoulder to look at the dragon one more time.

Eamon quickily shook his head slightly to dispel anymore thoughts on that dragon as he made his way out of the underground corridor in order to find prince Damon.

....

Eamon eventually found Damon who was overseeing the castle repairs and helping out as much as he could.

The night shift was nearly ending and the prince looked quite exhausted as he carried a plank of timber.

"Why don’t you go and get some rest?" Eamon asked as he followed closely behind him.

Damon turned and offered him a faint smile.

"Being royalty doesn’t excuse me from helping out these men that have been labouring away for most of the day. I will retire once they are done." Damon replied and Eamon’s eyes gleamed with understanding and admiration.

This man was a prince and he could have been in his quarters, relaxing and doing nothing but he had chosen to work with the local folk.

It showed how grounded he was.

"How is the dragon doing?" Damon asked as he placed down the wood.

Eamon was thoughtfully silent.

"He is okay." He concluded and Damon’s probing gaze told him to say a few more words.

Eamon felt the blood rush to his face as he remembered his encounter with the annoying dragon that was a bit flirty with him.

There was no way he was telling Damon about that!? They were pretty close but no...

"He is also quite annoying." Eamon admitted and his friend grinned.

"Now that is new. You rarely find people annoying." Damon mused.

"I know, but anyone could after spending just a few minutes with that dragon." He defended himself and with a hidden smirk, Damon left his friend to his thoughts as he headed out to find Alexander.

...

Alexander was trying to stand up from the bed he had lain in all day when the door flew open to reveal the man that had occupied his thoughts for the entire day.

He sat back down with a frustrated sigh as watched Damon walk up to him, his clear blue eyes brimming with a concern.

"How are you feeling?" Damon asked and Alexander looked up at him, his deep emerald green eyes making his breath hitch.

"Much better, but..." Alexander paused and Damon’s gentle gaze urged him to keep talking.

Alexander swallowed, not feeling like he wanted to admit his weakness.

"I cannot stand up yet." He admitted as he lowered his gaze.

Damon’s finger on his chin made him look up, his eyes slightly wide at the touch.

"It’s okay. You are terribly injured." He consoled and Alexander found that familiar streak of warmth creeping into his chest.

It made him happy that this man didn’t mind.

He cleared his throat, looking for words to fill up the silence and divert his attention from the tingling sensation the small skin contact was bringing him.

"How was your day?" He asked and watched with increasing tension as Damon moved to sit beside him, their arms brushing.

All Alexander’s mind could focus on was the fact that he was seated so close.

His breath caught at his throat once he turned to face him, the closeness of their faces making his heart race.

Damon smiled faintly, bringing Alexander’s attention to his lips.

"My day was fine." Damon whispered as their eyes met in the charged sexual tension that existed between them.

Alexander subtly licked his lips to moisten them and the small action didn’t go unoticed by Damon whose gaze darkened as desire took hold.

"Alexander...last night we got interrupted but I could really appreciate it if you gave me your reply right now. Do you want me or not?" Damon asked as he fought the urge to inch closer and kiss him.