Page 8 of Desired By the Dragon

A door opened and closed and then we were in the restrooms. The stall door closed behind us and instantly he had me up against it, his mouth slanting down across mine as he lifted me by the ass to wrap my legs around his waist.

The first touch of his tongue made me tremble, a gasp wrenching its way free of my mouth, and I felt his chuckle vibrate through me. His hips circled into me, pressing against the softest part of me, and I was doubly glad I’d worn sweats when he bypassed the elastic waistband with ease to grab my bare ass.

He groaned and I bit his neck tauntingly, nipping and licking until the air shimmered from the heat we kicked off. Two fingers pressed against my mouth and I opened for him, loving the way he watched me as my tongue curled around their long lengths, sucking lightly. Once they were slick, he withdrew them from my lips and dropped his hand back to the easy-access waistband, slipping beneath. There was almost no blue left in his eyes, irises blown out until only the faintest ring of blue showed, and he licked his lips.

The first touch of his fingers against my heat made us both groan and I instinctually slid my legs further apart, encouraging him further and unable to resist watching the way his tattoos rippled with the curling of his fingers.

I bit my lip, desperate to hold back my moan as those fingers stroked my clit with gentle pressure, dipping down and into my wetness before spreading it up and over my bud. Teasing me.

With one hand propping me up against the door, he crooked the other and pushed two fingers inside me, pumping slowly, the sound of my slickness echoing in the air. A giggle sounded as the bathroom door opened and then quickly closed. I was too gone to care. I needed more.

Like he could sense it, those fingers plunged deeper, spreading and twisting into a come hither motion that made me see stars. I urged him on with my hips, not caring how desperate I looked if it meant that he’d keep touching me like that.

“Are you going to come?” His words were breathless, like he was getting off on this as much as I was. “You feel so good, so wet.” His voice deepened when I clenched around his fingers, a chuckle making my nipples stand to attention. “Oh, you like it when I talk you through it?” His words were a purr and I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of scales at his throat, like he was coming undone. “Perfect creature,” he growled and then brought his mouth back to mine before speeding his movements up, hooking into me and tugging until I cried out, my body coiling and uncoiling with a speed that surprised me.

Normally I needed my clit touched to come that hard. And yet, the proof was right there, his forearm soaked up to his elbow and a cocky grin on his mouth as he sucked on his fingers that somehow made the wet patch at the front of his slacks seem sexy.

He’d got me off, made me squirt, and enjoyed it so much that he came in his pants.

Perfect creature, indeed.

The haze of the moonshine had fully faded by the time he set me back down on the ground and pressed one more kiss to my lips.

“If you need a friend for the heat…”

Sense starting to return, I adjusted my sweats and unlocked the stall door, wincing at the melted plastic of the lock as I forced it open. “I don’t.”

He nodded once, curt, some of the lust fading from his eyes. “May the season bless you,” he murmured and when I stepped back, disappointment prickled at me from the distance.

“And you,” I muttered, eager to get out of this place before my instincts returned with a vengeance and this time I rode more than his hand.

Fuck. Tazmin was never going to let me live this down.

Chapter Four

Max

Everything had been going so well.

The heat’s effect on me had been minimal. A little more short tempered than usual, slightly territorial over inconsequential things — like whoever had stolen my dessert out of the communal fridge, and sure, I was horny. All the time.

But I’d kept it all in check. A brisk flight in the early hours, a cold shower, and my hand enough to stave off my urges.

Until last night.

Maybe it was the heat making me feel reckless, or maybe I was worried that Taylor was right about my work consuming me after I missed family dinner, but for once I said yes to after-work drinks. I don’t know who was more shocked, Taylor or me.

It was a nice, if a little boring, night, until commotion at the bar drew my attention. I barely noticed her at first, more occupied by the human flirting with her. Something about him prickled my senses. I knew why a moment later, when I saw him, some random human, slipping a powder into the woman’s drink — a dragon female, no less… I’d snapped.

The only reason I’d stayed in that bar was so I didn’t go after the human I’d thrown out and reduce him to ash.

Then there was her.

Red hair, dark eyes, a wicked smile that I could already imagine claiming, plush lips that would look so good stretched around my cock.

I shuddered, just the memory enough to make my balls tingle and tighten.

So maybe the heat had been biding its time, lulling me into a false sense of security before coming down on me like a ton of bricks.