Page 16 of Desired By the Dragon

One night to let the heat take over, to let Max wring more of that pleasure from me that he’d given me before. One night — and nothing had to change. Not really. Not if I stopped it there.

I couldn’t have my heart broken again if I didn’t give it away.

And didn’t I deserve some pleasure? To feel good after everything Derek had put me through?

Half-convinced but unsure if this was making sense, or if the heat was just messing with my head, I started to pace.

So I sleep with Max? He’d already made me come once, and the world hadn’t ended. Yet. My pride and dignity remained intact, he hadn’t asked me to invest in a shady business or be around in the afternoon because he needed a getaway driver (or, as it turned out, a scapegoat).

But… as much as I didn’t trust myself, I knew I couldn’t trust a man more. Especially a man that I was attracted to, because without fail I chose the wrong ones.

Wavering, my dilemma was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Taz was out, and I didn’t have any other friends that still lived in town, so the chances were good that it was a delivery.

I hadn’t even ordered dinner yet, but maybe I’d somehow manifested nuggets into existence.

A young-ish looking guy stood in the hall clutching a decent-sized brown box, though I could tell from his scent that he was a vampire so ‘young’ was relative. “Ironclaw?”

“Ian,” I said dryly, reading his name badge and he shot me a glimpse of his fangs, as if that would impress or deter me from making further comment. I reached for the parcel and he had me squiggle a quick signature before he let me take it, nudging the side in the process. We both stared as the box began to shake. “Er, I didn’t order this.” And it definitely had my name on it. The only thing more embarrassing than signing for a box of, what I could only assume was, vibrators, was if it had been for my mom.

“Sure,” he said, waggling his dark brows before zipping off with a preternatural speed that rivaled my own.

Stuck with the buzzing box, I closed the door and frowned when I saw my name clearly printed on the label. Who the hell had sent me this?

A claw flashed out and I cut into the packing tape with ease, pulling a little too vigorously as a spill of brightly colored dildos, vibrators, and other toys fell out of the box to the ground. More silicone phalluses turned on, flopping around on the floor at my feet and breaking the otherwise quiet of the apartment. Amongst it all, fluttering toward the ground, was a note.

If you won’t accept some company, you can at least have some help. You’re going to need it.

— M

M — as in, Max?! That asshole had sent me sex toys, as if I couldn’t get myself off perfectly fine, or go and find some company other than his if I were so inclined.

Not only had he sent me sex toys, he’d sent me a lot of sex toys. What was I supposed to do with all of th⁠—

My eyes snagged on one toy in particular and my mouth ran dry.

It was one of those dildos that I was certain was supposed to be used for display-only, part of some fantasy collection or another, but either someone on their product development team was one of us, or the humans had made an astoundingly accurate guess as to male dragon anatomy.

Because there was a double dragon cock in bright red, suction cupped to the kitchen floor.

And I. Was. Feral. For. It.

It was like the heat in me had fixated on the anatomy it most wanted to drive me toward, and if it couldn’t get the real thing then, well…

An impressive dampness spread between my thighs and I whimpered as suddenly the fabric covering me was too much friction.

I swayed and gripped the island for support before stumbling forward a step. A drip of my own arousal slid down my thigh and I shuddered, caught in a haze of lust as I moved on autopilot.

First my sleep shorts dropped down my legs, easily stepped out of and discarded, and then I was reaching for the toy.

Smooth ridges slipped over my fingertips as I gripped the fake dragon cock and raised it to my lips, sucking lightly while my vision darkened at the edges. Heat overtook me, sweat dampening my temples and behind my knees, between my breasts, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

The suction cup gripped the floor, the two cocks dipping and bobbing from the base that connected them until I took them in my hand and guided them inside me.

Orange scales rippled across my legs as the ridges pressed into my sensitive inner walls. More wetness dripped out of me, coating the dildo until a puddle started to form on the floor. I lifted and rocked before sinking back down, a keening groan squeezed out of me as my claws dug into the floor.

So full. The stretch was perfect, everything I’d been craving, thick and long, the only thing missing was warmth, scalding, hard…

Max. That was what I was really missing, what I needed.