Andi knew she was not the type of girl that things like this happened to. Because above all else, Andi never—ever—lost control. She had to protect herself and other people at all times—like it was her job—because it was her job.
And yet, here she was, spread-eagle on a chair in front of Damian Blackwood with his mouth coming inexorably for her clit, and now that she was here, Andi realized, she wouldn’t change a thing. She didn’t know what would happen next, or how he was going to take her, only that he was—and that she wanted to let him. The loss of control—her inability to know quite what he’d do to her next—was strangely thrilling. She rose on her tiptoes, sliding shamelessly lower to expose more of herself to him as he took his time kissing up, up, up, until his hands reached underneath her dress to grab her ass and make her present herself at the edge of her chair for his mouth, pulling the fabric of her panties out of the way with his thumb.
Andi gasped as his lips found her, nuzzling against the light trim of her hair, bringing fingers up to spread her open so that he could kiss his way inside.
“Oh my God,” she whispered as he kissed her hottest part. His lips were soft and teasing, brushing over her gently as she watched him, waiting with her heart in her throat until he opened them, and his tongue came out and pressed her there and made her gasp. His tongue stroked, his lips sucked, and suddenly every nerve in her body wanted to report in—like a wash of lightning over her skin—prickling up to her fingers and down to her toes. Her nipples felt hot like there was a direct current between them and his mouth, and the space between her legs where his chin ground in wanted more each time he kissed her. But there…there…there…his lips and tongue were so insistent and the sensation of electricity didn’t stop. It only heightened. One of her hands curled on the chair’s armrest, the other wound tight in his hair, and her hips ground up of their own accord. “What’re you doing to me?” she whispered.
She’d meant the question rhetorically, but that didn’t stop him from pulling himself away from her to answer. “I’m big. I want you ready,” before rolling his tongue across her clit again and starting to push two fingers inside. Andi felt her body tighten and then give against him, letting him in.
“Yes,” he purred, watching his fingers disappear inside her as she moaned.
“I hardly know you,” she said, looking down at him. This truly was dangerous, even if she’d been the one to ask for it, even if she was loving every moment of it now.
“You know everything you need to,” he said, watching her face as he pushed in and pulled out, like he was testing her, before slowly turning his hand palm up as he kissed her clit again. His fingertips started stroking deep inside her, making a come-hither motion, and she shuddered as they found the exact right spot. “I’m a man…I’m a dragon…and I want to make you fucking come.” He whispered the words against her clit and then gave it a salacious lick. “Just…like that?” she breathed. “You think it’s so easy?”
“You think I’m in a rush?” He chuckled into her; she could feel the rumble between her thighs.
It usually took her so long, unless she was just with herself, but there was something otherworldly about being here with him, and she gave herself completely over to the moment. She arched against his hand with a whine, and he purred again against her, following her with his mouth—his tongue sucking at her clit again before pulling back.
“I’m going to put another finger in you, okay?”
Andi nodded helplessly—anything to get his mouth back on her clit—and felt herself stretch as he pushed another finger deep inside. “Oh God…”
He instantly stopped pushing. “Oh God, yes, or oh God, no?”
“Yes,” she whispered, bobbing her hips, begging for him to continue. He made a satisfied sound, as though pleasing her pleasured him, and started stroking her again, only this time while twisting his hand inside. Andi gasped. It’d been so long since she’d had sex, and Damian’s hand made her feel so good and full and tight—and then his mouth found her clit again, and she arched back against the chair with a moan. She looked down, watching him watch her with his golden, glittering eyes, and reached down to run her hands through his straight black hair to pull his mouth tight to her. He growled, redoubling his efforts, speeding up his hand, running his tongue up her clit again and again as she felt everything start to tremble.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, putting one of her legs on his shoulder, opening even more of herself to him. “Just…whatever I do…don’t stop…”
Whatever words he growled back were lost against her as her hips began to arch. His hand and tongue had wound her so tight so fast, and she was so…close…and ready to…let go…
Andi cried out, curling forward as her orgasm hit. Damian made a moan of satisfaction against her, burying his face between her legs, following her as she roiled, licking up every drop as his fingers fucked her through.
“Oh my God…oh my God,” she breathed. Her body wracked with waves. His hands and mouth riding her, as all of her shuddered, her silk dress slippery against the leather dining chair, until she was just in the final twitches, suddenly aware of all the places that were slick from her, and all her exposed skin where she wasn’t. She had just let this man—this dragon, take her—and she had come for him, around him, and small parts of her were coming still, and everything about her felt undone. “Oh my God,” she said again, and finally meant it, realizing where she was and what had happened.
Damian rocked back and slowly pulled his fingers out of her, licking them clean before giving his mouth an aggressive swipe with his arm. “Did that rate above a two?” he asked, the corners of his lips quirking up.
Andi swallowed. “Definitely.”
His smile became even more feral. “Then let me show you, say, a seven.” And in an instant, he was on her, picking her up, carrying her to the wall behind her, kicking the chair she’d been sitting on aside.
His mouth met hers like he was starved the instant her back was against the wall. She could taste herself on him and feel the weight of his cock press against her as he pulled her hips toward his. He was like a freight train, and she had only moments to change course. She caught his face with her hands, holding him back, and he instantly stopped.
“There’s no way anything bad can come of this, right? No eggs to hatch or STDs?”
He chuckled. She could feel it vibrating throughout his body. “No. Cross-breeding requires magical effort on both sides, and magic cures all ailments. I do have a condom though if it’d make you more comfortable—”
“No…but,” she said, then quickly shook her head. “I’m on the pill.”
Damian pulled back a fraction, to more easily meet her eyes. “What was the but about?”
It felt silly to admit, but this night was already on its own special—and strange—level already. Might as well go ahead. “I’ve never had sex with a guy without a condom before,” she confessed.
He held still for a long moment in which she was afraid she’d said the wrong thing, then began clearly reaching for his wallet. “Then I can—” he started.
“It’s okay.” She grabbed his arm to stop him. “If you’re sure about the other things, it’s okay.”
“You’re sure you’re sure?” he asked her earnestly.
She nodded and watched his eyes narrow in concern before asking, “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
It was her turn to laugh. After everything he’d done to her. “Do you even have to ask?”
He grinned wickedly and rocked into her with intent—making her feel the way he wanted to fit her body—and she bit back a moan. “Different people count different things.”
“Well, I guess I am a virgin then,” she said breathily. He paused again and his eyebrows rose. “When it comes to fucking dragons.”
He made a sound deep in his throat that didn’t sound entirely human, that made her both shudder and shiver—and want more. “Not for long, you won’t be.” He reached up her skirt to pull her panties down, and his other hand went for his belt.
Her hands met his there, unbuckling his belt. As she kicked her underwear off, she helped him, shoving his jeans down, releasing him. Damian moaned as she touched him and watched the expression on her face as she took stock of him with a stroke. He hadn’t been lying—he knew he was large—but he knew she was wet and ready. He leaned forward again, kissing her, feeling her perfect breasts through her thin dress and then reached down to grab one of her legs to pull it around him, sending the silk of her dress cascading back and down, so that nothing remained to block his path. He held her there, pressed against the wall, kissing her madly as he placed the head of his cock against her, nudging up. With her leg wound around his hip, she was open wide for him, and with a sigh of release, he started pushing his way inside.
“Damian,” she whispered as he felt her stretch to take him in.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised and started rocking her into the wall.
With each small stroke, he felt the naked friction of skin against skin and relished it. Knowing that this was the first time Andi’d ever let someone take her without protection made him want to claim her possessively. Any man who wouldn’t wear a condom was a cad, but any man who said he didn’t feel a difference was a liar, and the thought of being the first man to get to come inside her made his cock throb. He bent over, kissing her hard, her mouth fitting perfectly to his, letting him feel each of her moans as he slowly slid in. So close to what he wanted and what was easiest to get it, he reached down and picked her up entirely, spreading her ass with his hands, to pull her hips to his so that her legs could lock around him at the perfect height, slowly settling himself in, in, in, close, close, close.
“Yes,” he hissed, thrusting up, finally all the way inside, locking them together as she moaned. “Ever since you got into my car last night,” he said, breathing into her neck, “I’ve wanted this.”
“Wanted what?” she asked him breathily, looking up. For a sharp second, he worried she was making fun of him, but her eyes were glazed with sex, her long hair in sweaty tangles around them, and he knew that her mind was lost and her body had won. He was the one who was supposed to be half-animal, and yet here he’d completely reverted her to something primal. He smiled down at her wickedly, with an expression that in other circumstances had made men turn and run in fear, before nuzzling his mouth against her neck to whisper, “To eat you. To fuck you.”
To claim you, his dragon chimed in.
His dragon was riding him so quietly he’d almost forgotten he was there. His dragon enjoyed sex as much as killing—he was always present when either was in the offing—but this time, it was as if the beast had been holding back.
Is that what you want? Damian asked it, sincerely.
Before his dragon could respond, Andi’s hand was on his chin, pulling him to look at her, fully present again. “That’s what I want too.” Her eyes were sharp, and her ankles were locked behind him, trapping him to her.
“Which part?” he asked her, barely daring to breathe.
“The eating, the fucking. All of it.” She squirmed against him, begging him with her body to continue. “Fucking fill me up.”
Damian and his dragon growled with shared intent at the exact same time.
It was his turn to lose himself after that—to lose himself in her. He brought her hips to his, again and again, feeling her pussy slick him, stretch, and swell as she got close. He buried his face in her neck, her breasts, her hair, kissing whatever he could, tasting silk and salt in turns. He thudded his hips into hers over and over again, amazed each time at how she fit him perfectly—and he knew he’d never get enough. And then he felt the shift in her as she writhed against him—grinding herself on him as he fucked her, her panting moans and high-pitched whines—and he knew he was going to make her come again. Only this time while he was buried deep inside her, and he would get to feel her pussy squeeze his cock and not his hand. The thought of her coming around him somehow made him even harder, the need to take her fiercer, and it was like there was something flammable building up inside of him, waiting for her match to strike.
Her arms were wound around his shoulders, holding on for dear life, her head thrown back, her shameless cries bouncing with each of his thrusts, until the moment when she screamed, “Damian! Oh, Damian…oh my God…” and clawed his back through his shirt with her fingernails, and he knew, oh, he knew. He redoubled his thrusts, feeling her milk him, both wanting it to last forever while knowing that if he waited for another second he would die. He held onto her with one hand, pinned her against the wall with his hips, and punched the wall to the side of them to try to make it last and then…
“Yes, God! Yes!” he shouted, unable to hold himself back anymore, as a flurry of drywall dust scattered down. He spasmed into her, shoving his hips up, thrusting his coming cock deep inside. “Andi, Andi, Andi,” he said, calling her name with each pulse of his cock, claiming her with his cum, making her take it, keeping himself inside her until he was sure he was utterly spent, and then taking a few more strokes after that just because she felt so fucking good.
He slowly let go of her, letting one of her legs sink and then the other so that she was standing shakily on her own two feet like a newborn colt and he had a hand on either side of her—as if he were holding up the wall. Her eyes met his, as her dress slipped down to cover her from him again. They were both slicked with sweat and breathing hard, and at that moment, he felt completely exposed to her—and completely human.
“Satisfied?” he asked her, the same as he had earlier in the day.
She gave him a sly smile, remembering her former answer, and breathily pushed a lock of hair out of her face. “Not even vaguely.”
Be careful what you ask for, his dragon warned her—and his moment alone was gone.
Damian just shook his head and pushed himself away from the wall as he adjusted himself. That…had been spectacular. She was amazing. And there was so much more he wanted to do to her—and what’s more, he felt she may be game. He closed his eyes, remembering the wanton way in which she’d already given herself over. He was half-tempted to command her to fall to her knees right now, just to see if she’d obey. To tie her hands behind her with her napkin and blindfold her with his and—not here, he told himself. Not yet. He took a deep and cleansing breath, willing his urges down, telling himself to be pleased with what he’d already gotten—no matter that all it did was make him hunger for more. When he felt in control again, he opened his eyes to the destruction all around them.
His dragon was unfazed, but he knew this was what happened when he was around. Broken glassware, spattered food, toppled chairs, the dent he’d made in the drywall—and in the fucking metal of the vault behind it—to distract himself from coming, just to extract a few more moments of sheer pleasure from her body.
Their dining room represented all the chaos and danger of being near him, especially when he let himself loose. The people who worked for him, they understood. But Andi – even when she’d taunted him and wanted him to press on—didn’t know any better. She didn’t know what she was asking for in the least.
He glanced over at her and caught her looking around the room herself, her eyes widened in surprise. See? he told himself.
He had no right to torment her with his presence, much less any of his desires. She was too beautiful, too smart, too funny—and too human. She didn’t deserve this. He couldn’t drag her down to his level.
Not even if she wanted to go with him willingly.