Page 3 of Queens Ride Horny Dragons
"I'm sorry I'm an asshole," I admitted as I stared at his perfect profile.
"You meant what you said." Not a question, but a flat statement that made me feel even worse.
"I'm trying." I sighed and stared at the scenery blurring past. "As of right now, there are three dragon shifters I actually like. You could’ve left me on your doorstep yesterday. You could've refused to help me get my brother back. But you didn't. PLéase don't think for one second I will ever forget that."
After a long pause, he sighed. "I don't blame you, you know. Dragon shifters are a complicated mess as a whole, because we’ve been waiting for our queen."
Me, who was judging an entire group based on a few bad apples. Several bad apples. There was a name for that. Stereotype. Racism. Ugly words. Even uglier when I acted those words out. I'd been so wrapped up in my hatred for stovetops and getting Asa back that I hadn't stopped to consider my thought process. And now I was their queen. Did I have the strength of forgiveness so I could try to do better? I honestly wasn’t sure.
We stopped for coffee strong enough to peel off our eyelids and chocolate donuts, the cakey kind that looked like plastic. Afterward, Calhoun tossed me the keys.
“You drive,” he said, and the rumble in his voice slid over my skin like a heated caress as I plucked the keys out of the air. He could read me a phone book, and the effect would probably still be the same.
“Why?”
“I want to show you something.” The darkness in his expression sparked and caught inside me, and soon, I was a fiery, panting mess behind the wheel before he’d even touched me. It seemed like one look, word, or touch could ignite me instantly, and my harem were experts at all three. “Ever heard of self-driving cars?”
“Sure,” I lied.
He leaned toward me then, his gaze full of wicked intent, and smoothed his hand down the outside of my thigh, hooked his fingers behind my knee, and gently pulled. “Ease up on the gas.”
I did, trusting him implicitly, but not enough to take my eyes off the road for more than a second. Without my foot on the gas, the car didn’t jerk in the slightest as we kept barreling down the highway.
He pulled harder on my knee until my foot was braced on my seat, my dress flipped up, and everything underneath completely exposed, including all my gadgets taped to my thighs. He dipped his head, settling my foot on his back so it was out of the way, as he trailed kisses along my inner thigh. Gasping, I spread myself wider for him.
“Calhoun…” I started to untape everything to grant him easier access. I was wearing a lot more than I had been when he’d fucked me in the back seat of the SUV yesterday, but he grabbed my hand before I could, his grip rough and tight, and slapped it on the steering wheel.
“Never take any of this off,” he ordered.
“I guess you like a girl with weapons and gadgets?” I moaned as he kissed his way to my pussy, teasing and tasting, and then finally sank his tongue inside me. “And…and sex in cars, apparently.”
He pulled away, his dark eyes hungry, to say, “Riding of any kind makes me horny as fuck.”
I thrusted my hips into his face like the greedy, desperate, dragon-fire fueled thief I was and twined my fingers through his silky hair. “No more talking.”
He obliged, doing things with his tongue I couldn’t even imagine. I rode his face, pressing as hard as I could into him, even as the car expertly passed other slower ones with no control by me. I was too far gone, too lost in the sensation of what his tongue was doing to me, to care about what kind of faces I was making or if someone was able to see through the tinted windows. I came violently, twice, and he kept drinking my orgasms long after they’d passed.
While he licked and sucked me to the brink of my third orgasm, he unbuckled his belt and shoved down his pants enough to grip his cock, which was swollen and dripping and so, so ready. He was practically laid out next to me while he ate my pussy, and he shifted slightly so that he could grind into his seat while he stroked himself hard. His hips moved like he was fucking, the muscles underneath his Henley rolling and his ass flexing under his loosened jeans with each thrust.
I roamed my hand over his back and fisted it upward so I could see more of him. The black dragon scales on his tattoo rippled.Damn, he was sin, wrapped up in dark mystery, and flaming hot with dragon shifter libido in the middle of mating season. One of the three sexiest things I’d ever seen.
“Calhoun…” I begged.
He looked up at me, his eyes hooded with lust, and slid his tongue over his wet bottom lip. “Let me slide into that seat underneath you. Right now.”
A shiver ran through me at the demand, the rough edge in his voice tightening my body all over again. As soon as I lifted myself barely an inch off the seat, he crowded in beneath me, his hands wrapping around my hips and keeping my dress out of his way. I barely had enough time to register the lack of room before he guided me down and slid his cock inside me, his movements surprisingly slow compared to his desperate need before. Slow, but deliciously hard.
I gasped at how full he made me feel, at how he enveloped all my senses at once. He angled my head for a searing kiss as his hips pumped up into me, his taste just as addicting as his touch. Dragging the front of my dress down, he traced my breasts with his entire hands, leaving no inch of skin unscorched by him. He pulled me closer, thrusting into me again and again, wrapping me up in his strength and sex.
“I want to fuck you like this every day, Yara,” he groaned into his kiss.
My elbow hit the car horn. “That was me agreeing.”
“I love the taste of your come mixed with dragon fire.” He shifted slightly so I could ground down on him and pull him in deeper.
Heat spread across my thighs and tingled its way to my pussy. I kissed him harder, tasting myself on his tongue, and moaned in agreement. We sped our paces, and instead of keeping my hands locked at ten and two on the steering wheel, I used one to sink into the back of his sexy hair and the other for leverage on his thigh to adjust my angle.
“Oh…yes,” I moaned.
