Page 15 of Dragon, Actually
That makes me laugh. “I’m pretty sureIruined that pair of leggings. I’ll get you new ones.”
“You don’t have to. It was the ice.”
I twist my hips, sinking another ridge into her. “I want to.”
“Mmm, I want to, too,” she says, twisting the meaning with as much wicked intent. One of those long legs wraps around me,and she urges me deeper by digging her heel into the back of my thigh.
My tail thumps the bed, and I give her what she wants, sinking my full length into her, stretching and filling her until every ridge, bulge, and vein is buried in her drenched pussy. Her eyes go wide, a mix of surprise and hunger filling her expression. But when I drag my cock back out and thrust in again, those big brown eyes squeeze shut, lips parting in a silent scream.
“Good?” I ask, knowing the answer, because I’ve never felt anything like her snug wetness, either. She’s so soft everywhere, even inside.
“Uh huh.” She bites her lip, her lashes fluttering open to stare down between us where our bodies are joined. The sight of my fat, green cock sliding in and out of the dark-pink petals of her pussy is mesmerizing.
“Look at you taking me,” I growl, my feral form’s deep delight slipping into my tone. “You’re doing it so well. See how pretty you are, stretched around me like that?”
She nods, biting her lip, as her chest and neck flushes. Her gorgeous breasts with their chocolate-drop nipples jiggle a little with every thrust. Gods, I’m going to spend whole days worshipping them.Years.I already want lifetimes with Jewel, not just one, and this is only our first date.
Her hips roll up toward mine, seeking her pleasure and pushing me so close to the edge. I wouldn’t be able to last this long if I hadn’t already spilled in her sweet little mouth.
I can tell she’s right there, too. Her cheeks are red now, lower lip trembling, and her pussy squeezing me in an erratic telegraph that sends bolts of electricity to my balls. To my heart. This is what I was made for, making her feel good.
I bend to brush a human-style kiss her forehead. “You’re so beautiful when you’re about to come.”
“Kiss me like a dragon,” she begs, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull my mouth to hers.
I have to curl my body to meet her demand, but the change in angle and the hot, wet embrace of our tongues that taste of each other sends us both spiraling over the edge.
I can’t hold back now. It takes everything I have to contain my feral form as I forget all my intentions and fuck her like it’s a dream, like pure wish fulfillment, because that’s what this is. My dream. My fantasy. My fate. And now she’s in my arms.
My tail slides under her, clamping her hips to mine as her whole body tightens around me. Her blunt claws dig into my back, her legs constrict around mine. Her miraculous pussy chokes my cock as it stutters inside her, filling her with hot, filthy pulses that seem to go on and on as we kiss.
Human style. Dragon style. All the styles in between.
I’ll give her anything she wants. I’ll give her everything I have.
We finish in a sweaty, exhausted tangle and stay that way, trading whispers and kisses until we fall asleep, neither of us willing to forfeit the physical contact for freedom.
The first thing I notice when I wake up is the warmth. Not the furnacelike heat of my feral fire inside, but the soft, steady warmth of Jewel curled against me, her breath tickling the edge of my jaw. It feels so perfect, I don’t even care that her roommate’s cat has decided to make my chest its throne.
The second thing I notice is the fluffy, black cat himself. He yawns, needles his claws right into my chest, and lets out a yowl loud enough to wake the dead.
Jewel groans, stirring beside me. “Mr. Whiskers, not now. It’s not time to get up.”
“Go back to sleep. I’ll take care of it.” I gently slide the furry alarm clock off me and lick softly across Jewel’s forehead before pulling up the blankets up to her chin.
She smiles without opening her eyes, murmuring something sleepy and unintelligible as she buries herself under the covers. I take a moment to memorize the sight of her like that—soft and satisfied, completely relaxed. Exactly how I want to keep her.
Mr. Whiskers trails me into the kitchen as I rummage through Jewel’s cupboards, looking for coffee and cat food. I’m dismayed to see little else in the pantry and fridge. The woman is living off protein bars and takeout. Unacceptable. I’ll fix that later.
I make her coffee with a splash of the eggnog creamer in the fridge and start on breakfast. Nothing fancy, just eggs and toast because that’s what she has. Mr. Whiskers finishes his kibble and watches with judgmental feline eyes, clearly unimpressed by my culinary skills.
“Hey, this is a perfect omelet,” I say defensively. He yawns and washes his face, which maybe counts as approval when it comes from a cat.
Back in Jewel’s room, I set the tray down on the bedside table and sit beside her on the bed. “Good morning, beautiful,” I murmur, stroking her hair.
Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles in a way that made my chest ache. “You made coffee?”
“And some breakfast,” I add, handing her the mug.
