Page 29 of There's Something About Dragons
No, I tell him sternly, even as my pants get tighter.Just because she likes to use two dragon dicks doesn’t mean she wants to see them right now.Thank gods, he listens, for once. We can’t ruin this again by losing control.
Mate, he agrees.
I grab Radar’s water dish from the bottom rack and fill it up. He drinks thirstily, and by the time I grab an ice pack from the freezer, tuck two beers under my arm, and lead Radar back to the bedroom, Cari is sitting on the edge of the bed, her entire face as red as the dildo in the dishwasher.
“Did you see…? I just remembered what else is in there.” She presses her hands to her cheeks, hiccupping a hysterical giggle. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shock you.”
“I’m not shocked. I’m—” I break off, shaking my head.
“Horrified? Horny? What? Tell me what’s going through your head so I don’t overthink it,” she begs.
“Hopeful. And yeah, horny.” I laugh and she does, too. “Don’t worry, I didn’t read too much into it.”
Mate, my feral form purrs. He read everything into it.
“Okay, good,” she says, rising and taking Radar’s leash from my hand. She limps to a crate set up in one corner of the room and coaxes him into it, patting him lovingly before closing the door. “Good boy. Night night.”
“How’s your ankle?” I ask when she turns back toward me.
“Not too bad.” She grimaces when she makes the few steps to the bed, though.
“Here, let me ice you.” I hold up the ice pack I brought from the kitchen, wrapped in a clean towel.
“It’s not that serious,” she protests. “It’s not like I’m running a marathon this week. I can sit down at work.”
“Humor me. I want to dance with you at the gala on Friday.”
“Can’t really argue with that, can I?” She flashes me a bright grin and pats the mattress, inviting me into her bed. A moment I’ve imagined a thousand times at least, and still, the real thing tops all the fantasies.
Sliding in next to her, I carefully rearrange her limbs so her feet are in my lap. Gods, they’re so tiny and cute compared to my huge, clawed hands. Gingerly, I examine her injured ankle, afraid to hurt her. It’s not visibly bruised or swollen, just a red mark from the strap, but I put the ice on it anyway, careful to keep a layer of the towel between the frozen compress and her skin.
“Ahhh, cold!” she yelps, but she doesn’t pull away, just squirms, her feet rubbing against the single, half-hard cock in my pants. If she doesn’t stop that, it’s going to be impossible to keep my shift in check.
Desperate to preserve the moment, I hold her feet still, stroking her calf soothingly with my thumb. Her skin is so damn soft. I want to taste it. What would she do if I licked her right now?
This train of thought is not helping my dick situation. Even with my shift wrangled, my single cock swells under her feet.
“Oh!” she bursts out, eyes on my lap. “I’m sorry! I didn’t—I wouldn’t—I mean Iwould, but not without asking you first.”
“You would…what?” I croak, not daring to let my own imagination answer the question.
“Um…touch you there. With my feet. Or my hands. Or whatever other part you wanted me to. Not that you want me to! I just meant I am not opposed to touching you on purpose, even though that was an accident. You know what? I’m going to stalk topping now.Stop talkingnow, I mean.” She shuts her eyes and leans back against the headboard with a groan.
Chapter 13
Cari
I’m so hot. Despite the ice wrapped around my ankle, my face is flaming, my palms are sweating, and my pussy is melting. Nothing like sticking your foot in your mouth while simultaneously using that foot to knead your date’s dick like a kittycat.
Zed’s huge hands circle my ankles. I expect him to lift my trespassing feet off his lap, but he does the opposite, gently pressing them down so the huge bar of his erection is notched into my arches. “Feel that? You’re killing me, Cari. I’m out of my mind.”
“Me too,” I admit, unable to stop myself from exploring his hardness with my toes. It’s the dick I’ve been dreaming of. I can feel the ridges through his khakis, and all I can think about is how they’re going to feel inside me. “Since I ran into you yesterday, I’m like…burning up. Like fifteen years of wanting you has hit me all at once.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, voice gravelly. “Something unlocked. It feels…”
“Nice,” I finish.
“Understatement of the decade,” he murmurs, stroking the tops of my feet.
