Kane's body tensed as pleasure crested through him, his cry echoing off the marble walls as he shattered in Cyrus's arms.
The dragon followed moments later, his own release accompanied by a low growl that vibrated through Kane's back.
They stayed locked together as their breathing slowly returned to normal, the warm water lapping gently around them.
"Better?" Cyrus asked, pressing a soft kiss to Kane's shoulder.
Kane could only nod, completely boneless against Cyrus's chest.
Without breaking their connection, Cyrus reached for a plush towel from the heated rack beside the tub.
He wrapped it around Kane's shoulders before lifting him from the water entirely.
"We're not done," Cyrus murmured against Kane's temple as he carried him back toward the bedroom.
Kane's eyes widened. "Cyrus, I don't think I can—"
"You can," Cyrus assured him, laying Kane gently on the silk sheets. "And you will."
The dragon's eyes blazed with an intensity that made Kane's pulse quicken.
