The Dragon’s Aide (Charmed Away Temp Agency #2)

Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Maverick barely heard half of the presentation. He was too busy staring at his assistant and Taron, passing notes to each other like highschool sweethearts. It pissed him off, and no amount of breathing exercises were going to make it better. By the time they were through, the smoke billowing from him could no longer be contained under the table by Isaac’s magic and sat in a thick layer waist high throughout the entire room.

He was aware the SR rep was nearby and probably taking notes to further ruin his career. He attempted to stop and hold back the smoke, but then it filled his lungs and that was dangerous. If he got angry enough, he’d start to spit flames because of the smoke touching his heart fire. It was better to let it out and have Isaac deal with it than risk lighting the whole room on fire.

The lights barely flickered on, announcing the end of the presentation, before Maverick was on his feet and stalking out of the room. His bad mood was so oppressive, even employees who didn’t know him dodged out of the way and ran off, confused and frightened about why they were reacting that way. It was only instinct. All paranormals knew to avoid angry dragons. If they didn’t, the results could be deadly.

He was going to go back to his office and shut himself away from people for a little while, but a hand grasped his elbow to stall him before he could get on the elevator. He swung around with an inhuman snarl and Isaac jumped, startled for a moment, before his chin came up and he scowled right back.

“You aren’t going back to your office and around the staff while you’re that pissed off,” he hissed under his breath, stepping closer so that he couldn’t be overheard. No one else was brave enough to approach Maverick right now, not even the SR rep, who was talking to Taron outside of the meeting room, though his gaze was locked on Maverick. The rep’s attention only made Maverick angrier and his growl rattled the air so heavily the paintings on the wall shook.

“Tell Elijah you’re taking an early lunch,” Isaac insisted. “Then meet me at my apartment. Now , Maverick.”

Isaac stepped back and darted into the nearest elevator, heading to the main floor right as Elijah headed their way. His eyes widened, and he looked determined, though Maverick was too pissed off to understand why. All he could focus on was the fact that Isaac was walking away from him. It irritated him, their work day wasn’t done. For what reason would he need to go home right now?

“Mr. Van Buren, is everything alright? That meeting was–”

“I’m taking an early lunch,” Maverick snarled. “I need to eat something.”

He didn’t give the man any time to argue before spinning on his heel and storming off. There was terrace access to this floor, so instead of fighting with elevators and taxis, he ducked out onto the terrace and shifted, tipping his massive form over the edge of the building and heading straight for the street. Isaac couldn’t have gotten far. He saw the bright pink hair of the mage just as he burst through the main doors, hurrying toward the street with his hand raised to hail a taxi. Maverick dove, snatching him off the ground and into the air. He felt Isaac grip his claw tightly, startled, but he settled quickly once he realized what was happening.

“Jackass,” Isaac muttered. Either he wanted Maverick to know how he felt, or he forgot Maverick could hear him better in this form. He could hear even a whisper on the wind, his senses were so sharp in his dragon form.

Their last flight had been more leisurely, since the intention had only been to give Maverick time to shift. This time, Maverick was in a hurry. He barreled towards Isaac’s apartment much faster than before, tucking his wings to increase their speed as he aimed for the park to land. The ground shook as he shifted, and Isaac leapt from his claw, spinning around to glare at him.

“You couldn’t at least warn me? You scared the hell out of me!”

Shifting, Maverick stalked forward, stopping inches from Isaac. “You demanded we return here. You got your wish. Now you need to explain yourself.”

Isaac rolled his eyes hard, and Maverick’s control snapped. He lunged forward, tossing the little mage over his shoulder, and stomped off toward Isaac’s apartment. Isaac wasn’t pleased about it, but Maverick was fast enough to get to a more heavily populated area before Isaac could react, forcing him to wait to use his magic. It wasn’t legal to do so surrounded by so many others.

They got lucky that someone was coming out of the apartment complex just as Maverick came up to the door. He took the stairs, ignoring Isaac’s complaints, and only set him down once they were standing outside his door.

“Open it,” he snarled.

Isaac spun around, teeth bared, but Maverick was having none of that. He slammed his hands on the wall on either side of Isaac’s head, dipping his head to growl low in his face. “Open the door. Now.”

A calculating look flashed over Isaac’s face, like he was trying to decide how to react, but eventually he relented, giving Maverick his back as he fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. Maverick followed him inside, locking the door behind them. He turned around to check that the room was empty, but it was his turn to be taken off guard. Isaac was right behind him and he shoved Maverick roughly against the door, fisting his shirt as he dragged him down for a ferocious kiss.

Anger, dominance, possessiveness, and desire all flooded his system, demanding he bring this little mage to bed and show him who was in charge. Isaac didn’t get to make demands of him and act like a brat when he expected an explanation. He fisted that ridiculous pink hair with one hand, the other wrapped possessively around Isaac’s neck. Not to hurt him, just to remind him of who he was dealing with. And Isaac didn’t seem to mind. He leaned into the hold, fearlessly biting on Maverick’s bottom lip, drawing a feral growl from him.

Their movements were chaotic, clothes flying off with little care of where they landed. They were naked by the time they reached Isaac’s room, and Maverick was eager to get his cock back inside that sweet ass, but before he could do that, he had to deal with the brat first. He was still irrationally angry, and his instincts pushed at him to put the mage over his knee. So he did. He sat on the edge of the bed and stopped Isaac from climbing into his lap, bending him over his legs instead.

“Maverick, what the hell are you–”

The crack of his hand against Isaac’s skin was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Isaac cried out in surprise, flailing a little before he found purchase, one hand gripping the bedding while the other dug his nails into Maverick’s calf. It only spurred him on and he swatted again, watching with supreme satisfaction as the pale creamy skin turned bright pink.

“I swear to the goddess, I’m going to hurt you! Don’t–”

Maverick’s hand came down again, twice in quick succession. Isaac shouted in response, but despite his protests, he didn’t do anything to stop it. He didn’t wriggle to get off Maverick’s lap, or use his magic to force the issue. Maverick had felt his magic, he knew the mage could stop this if he truly wanted to. He didn’t. His shouts shifted to moans, and he felt Isaac’s erection rocking against his lap. He enjoyed this.

It probably wasn’t a good thing for Maverick to know that. It would only make it that much harder to walk away when Isaac’s contract was done.

Two more swats had Isaac tensing, like he was close to release. The idea of making the sassy little mage come just from this made Maverick salivate, and a low growl filled the room. Not from anger, but a pleased noise, encouraging Isaac to give in to the pain and come.

One particularly hard smack later, Maverick got what he wanted. Isaac let out a wail, both in surprise and pleasure, and soaked Maverick’s lap in his release. His hips rocked, riding it out, and Maverick felt triumphant when the little mage went pliant across his lap. Scooping him up, he twisted and dropped Isaac onto the bed, surprising a grunt out of him. He lifted his head, his expression a little hazy, as he asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m not done with you yet,” Maverick growled, his voice gravelly with lust. No. They’d only just gotten started. This was going to end up being a very long lunch.

When Isaac decided Maverick had reached his limit and needed a more effective distraction, he thought they’d end up having a quickie before heading back to work. He didn’t expect the spanking, and while he wanted to be indignant about that, he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. Still reeling from that, he mistakenly thought they’d move on to something else, like a blowjob for Maverick, so he could get off, too. He probably should’ve known better. Maverick’s growl was still vibrating the air around him. He wasn’t settled yet. Only an actual fuck could pull him out of that spiral. And Isaac sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him no.

Isaac sat up when Maverick went after the lube and condoms. He wasn’t a passive participant in sex, and Maverick got to have control for long enough. When Maverick came back, supplies in hand, Isaac fisted his hair, dragging him in for another wild kiss. Maverick tried to get him to lie on the mattress, but Isaac twisted and put Maverick on his back instead. He straddled the sexy man, grinding his ass against that absolutely perfect cock. His skin still stung from the spanking, but it was a warm sort of sting, a reminder of what they’d done, and it only spurred him on.

Maverick ripped his mouth away, snarling at him. “Prep. Now.”

“So bossy,” Isaac teased, snatching the lube away to prep himself. It was faster if he did it, and Maverick needed to focus on the condom. He got the foil packet opened, but his movements stalled when Isaac groaned, rocking on his own fingers as he opened himself up.

Maverick’s liquid gold gaze trailed over him, taking everything in with feral hunger in his eyes. Isaac had never felt as wanted as he did right then, trapped in the dragon’s gaze. It was too much to handle, and he barely managed three fingers before he was too desperate to continue.

“Hurry up,” he demanded, glaring at the condom still clutched in Maverick’s hand. “Get in me.”

Maverick’s teeth bared into a snarl and if Isaac hadn’t snatched the condom and rolled it on himself, he got the feeling Maverick would’ve forgone it completely. He wasn’t in his right mind, it was written all over his face. Especially when his eyes flickered and started to glow. His dragon was close to the surface and didn’t care about trivial things like protection. Isaac wasn’t going to skip it without an actual discussion and being tested, but it was hot to think about taking that beautiful cock with nothing between them.

Rough hands grabbed Isaac’s hips, jerking him into place while Isaac guided Maverick’s cock to his hole. He sank down, hissing a little at the stretch. He probably should’ve prepped a little more to get himself ready for that beast. Maverick’s grip tightened, slowing his descent, and his voice was tight with self restraint and not entirely human as he growled out, “Slow down.”

Isaac didn’t want to slow down. He wanted to ride that perfect cock until the sun went down. He wanted to be stuffed full with it, to feel the stretch all the way to his toes. He wanted that knot that he knew would fill him so perfectly. He wanted .

“Maverick,” he whined, rocking his hips in an attempt to speed things along. Maverick wasn’t having it. Was this more punishment? Was he going to drag things out because Isaac yelled at him in the park? Isaac wasn’t the type to beg, but he was seriously close to giving in when Maverick’s last few inches slipped inside him and he let out a sigh of relief.

Maverick’s fingers flexed, restraining himself while giving Isaac time to adjust. Isaac didn’t wait long. He couldn’t. He was too eager. Balancing himself with his hands on Maverick’s chest, he lifted off that glorious cock as much as he could before slamming back down. They both groaned together, and it was like that one thrust set them off. There was no slowing down now.

Isaac rode the dragon’s cock like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Fast and hard, his hips undulating to find the perfect angle. He never had a chance to get fully soft after his first release, and the glide against his oversensitive prostate just made Isaac harder. He was almost desperate for more.

Maverick’s hips twisted just a little and punched up, his massive cock hitting Isaac’s prostate dead on. Isaac’s cry turned into a wail as Maverick attacked that spot with ferocious determination, sending Isaac skyrocketing towards release. It was too much, too perfect, he was so close, but he couldn’t come just yet, not until he got that knot.

He felt it swell, teasing Isaac’s hole with the promise of mind numbing pleasure. Isaac’s hips ground down desperately, eager to take it in.

“Isaac,” Maverick growled in warning. “Don’t–”

Too late. Slamming his hips down one last time, he screamed when the knot slipped inside him, setting them both off. Maverick’s head flew back, the muscles of his neck straining as he roared. Isaac’s release coated Maverick’s chest, dragging on and on with each pulse of Maverick’s cock in his ass. He was almost disappointed that the condom stopped the dragon from flooding his insides.

And wasn’t that a dangerous thought?