Page 39 of Dragon Thief of New York
Chapter 21
Otto
I’veneverbeensohard in my entire fucking life. Watching Damian lose control like that broke my heart. But seeing how Kat took charge was so damn hot. And when she kissed me with his cum in her mouth? Yeah, I about died.
I’m trying to get my cock to cool the fuck off, but I can still smell her pleasure, taste his flavor, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have a boner for the rest of my life now.
When I come back into the bedroom, Damian’s already sound asleep, his breathing heavy and deep. Kat carefully sits up and takes the glass of water I hand over. I set the other one on the nightstand while she drinks. Her throat works as she swallows, and when she pulls the glass away, her lips are beautifully wet. Just like they were when she was sucking Damian’s cock.
She gives me a knowing smirk as if she can tell the direction of my thoughts. As a dragon, she can probably scent how turned on I am.
She gives Damian another sad glance as she puts her glass down next to his and slips off the bed. She holds her hand out to me. “I want to test something.”
I wrap my fingers around her warm palm. My nerves buzz so frantically as we leave the room that by the time we reach the door, there’s a heaviness in my gut that has my cock finally softening. Whatever just happened between Kat and Damian was powerful, and I hate that she’s about to forget it.
“Are you sure you want to leave him?” I ask.
She shakes her head and then nods, determination marking her features as she steps out of the room with me right behind her. She sucks in a breath and pauses in front of a picture on the wall of Damian and his friend Cyrus.
“Is this the guy who owns this place?” Her voice is a little too loud, like she’s already forgotten he’s sleeping just a few feet away.
My heart fractures, but I keep my face as neutral as I can, not wanting to upset her. After closing the bedroom door, I point to Damian. “This one. Yeah.”
She wrinkles her nose. “He looks like Lincoln.”
Surprise lights up my insides. How much of what I told her does she remember? “Yeah, beauty. He does.”
“Guess that makes sense.”
“You remember?”
“Um… I remember what you told me at my apartment.” Her gaze swings one way, then the other. “Is he here?”
My stomach drops. But at least we learned one thing. She’ll remember the story as long as I don’t tell it to her with Damian around. Or at least, she does for now. We’re working with rules we don’t understand, so I guess that could change.
“We just tucked him in.” I jut my chin at his bedroom door. “He got a little… drunk.”
She jolts back. “We tucked him in?”
“Well, you did most of the work of getting him to bed, actually.”
“Shit. I don’t remember that.” She sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “Did we… do something else?” Her cheeks are almost as red as her hair.
I hesitate, unsure how much to tell her of what I just witnessed. Thinking about it again has my cock waking back up. Her nostrils flare, and smoke huffs out. Guess there’s no use hiding it.
“You gave him the hottest blowjob I’ve ever witnessed.”
She raises her eyebrows. “You’ve seen a lot of blow jobs?”
Now it’s my turn to blush. “Dragons aren’t exactly shy about sex.”
“Huh.” She rubs her flushed cheek. “Well, I guess that explains why my nipples are like rocks and my panties are ruined. I’ve always enjoyed giving blowjobs.”
Fuck, this woman will be the death of me. I throw my head back and take slow breaths trying to get myself under control.
She laughs softly and pulls me back out into the living room. Her gaze bounces around, soaking in every detail. But I can’t take it anymore. I spin her around, grabbing her arms and walking her backwards until she bumps into the couch.
“What else do you like, beauty?” My voice rasps. It’s all I can do to keep from ripping her clothes from her body with my claws.
