There’s Something About Dragons (How I Met My Monster)

Chapter 8

Zed

W hy didn’t I get her number last night? I’m a fucking idiot, because as soon as my eyes crack open, all I want to do is say good morning to my mate. My alokoi.

Gabe’s given me so much shit for being obsessed with Cari all these years, but he has no idea of the full extent of it. Now that I’m positive she’s my fated mate? I am fully indulging my feral form’s obsessive, possessive impulses.

Grabbing the hotel’s free breakfast on the way out the door, I jog across the park, stationing myself near the path by her house. There, I sip my coffee and nibble the gluten-free sausage biscuit until she and Radar appear. I observe them discreetly from behind a juniper bush, waving away the steam rolling off my coffee cup so it doesn’t rise above the greenery and give me away.

Cari’s wearing a blue version of the same scrubs she had on last night, but today she has a big tote bag over her arm that she didn’t yesterday. It looks heavy. My fingers curl, and I have to bite my tongue not to call out and offer to carry it for her.

Mate , hisses a feral voice inside me, angry at me for not volunteering our superior strength.

Be cool , I warn him, even though I agree with him. Normally, I’d never let my mate do the heavy lifting when I could do it for her. But Cari has a lot to process in the next few days, and I don’t want to make it any more difficult for her by popping out of a bush like a fucking jack-in-the-box every time she goes outside.

Damn, she looks good in those scrubs, though. The thin fabric pulls across her curvy ass as she walks away. I’m not expecting anything, but I’d love to be peeling those off her tonight after dinner.

Stitches pop in the crotch of my pants. Fuck me, my dick is trying to shift. Not again.

Thankfully, it chills out as soon as she’s out of sight. And even though my feral form is restless and would prefer to sit outside her workplace all day, I force myself to go back to the hotel and jam out a full day of work instead of following her.

Gabe and I trade a few messages about the new app, and it all seems normal between us, so that’s a weight off my shoulders. I don’t want to blow up our business by oversharing about my personal life. He never talks about his relationships, and I should take a hint from that. But I have to tell somebody about what’s going on. An hour before the date, I can’t hold it in anymore, so I message the one person I know will be supportive.

Zed

I found my alokoi for sure

Mom

I knew it. You’re a late bloomer just like your father. Who is she? Is she from our hive?

Zed

Actually, I didn’t find her late. I’m just an idiot and didn’t act on it when I found her. Remember Cari?

Mom

Kind of hard to forget the girl who put you in the hospital for three months.

Zed

Mom. It wasn’t her fault my shift went haywire in her house.

Mom

Well, her dad didn’t have to sue us for damages. We could’ve settled it out of court.

Zed

That’s not her fault, either. Nor is it her fault that she’s my alokoi. It’s been her all along though

Mom

Aw, I remember you saying she smelled nice, now that I think about it. I’m so happy for you, Zedraak. Who would’ve thought we’d have a human in the family? Bring her to dinner tonight!

Zed

I guess you didn’t see my note. I’m in California. San Drogo, where she lives. Flew down yesterday. And I haven’t exactly told her yet.

Mom

Zed!!! What are you waiting for?!

Zed

We have our first date tonight. Wish me luck

Mom

You don’t need luck when fate is on your side, darling.

Mom’s right. I don’t need luck. Cari and I just need a little time to get reacquainted, and that’s exactly what we’ll have this evening. Bolstered by the conversation, I shine my horns, twist my hair up in a bun, and get dressed for the date in a nice pullover and khakis. I want to look relaxed but not sloppy when I show up at her clinic. I want her to smile when she sees me.

Shit, I should bring her flowers. I don’t have to open the spreadsheet to know her favorite. Sunflowers. I’ll grab some from a corner store on the way if they have any.

My feral form scoffs at me and flexes his wings, offering to fly to a florist shop.

“No,” I say out loud in my sternest voice. “Stop. You’re going to rip my shirt, and I only brought one. I’m not picking Cari up half-naked.”

As if in answer, my khakis suddenly strain to their limit. I pop the button and the zipper splits of its own accord, spilling open. I stare down at my unruly half-shifted cocks in dismay.

“You’ve got to be kidding. You’re really fucking me over here,” I mutter to mindless beast inside me. I can’t even remember the last time I couldn’t control my shift. “I hope you’re pleased with yourself. We can’t go on a date unless our dicks fit in our pants.”

My feral form purrs and shows me an image of Cari’s ass in her scrubs. Then he imagines stalking her, grabbing her, and flying her off to a cave. In his fantasy, he shreds the blue material with his claws. He’s pretty clear that pants and shirts aren’t necessary.

“No. No . We are not doing that. That’s not what a date is.”

I check the time. Twenty minutes until our scheduled date. Twenty minutes to get both of them under control. Even if I can wrestle them into my pants, I’ll be working all evening to keep them from shifting in Cari’s presence.

My cocks throb at the mention of her name. My beast wants to make himself known. But I don’t want to be known for jerking off in a place of business…nor for accidentally pulverizing a public restroom.

Annoyed that Gabe’s snarky advice was probably right, I kick out of my khakis so they don’t get stained and storm to the bathroom.

I press my forehead to the shower wall and lean over the drain, a cock in each hand. I wonder what Cari will think of them. The upper one, the one that persists in my more humanoid form, has three pronounced bulges that barely fit in my fist. I’d be worried that she’d find it too monstrous except she said she’s dated dragons before, so she knows what to expect.

The lower one, the cock that only emerges when I shift, ironically looks mostly human, albeit with a more tapered head. But it hides a secret at the base: a knot that will swell dramatically inside my mate and lock us together. It’s more sensitive, too.

I squeeze it, groaning as it sends a pulse of hot need up my spine. I’m not sure a human will be able to handle taking a knot. Cari’s a lot smaller than dragon females, and even dragon females only take the knot in their feral form.

“Mate .” My beast growls, showing me several rapid-fire images of Cari bent over, stretching around his knot. Fuuuck, she looks amazing like that. He agrees. He’s confident in her ability to take it like this, in half-shift, and that makes both my cocks drool greedily all over the tile floor.

The cool marble shower tile feels great against my heated scales as I milk them, desperate to come so I can go on this date without him growling and whining in my ear all night. He wants to fantasize about Cari? I’ll let him have his way to get this over with more quickly. He immediately supplies me with a ready montage, and I fall into the scene, stroking myself with both hands.

I pick her up at her clinic. She’s wearing the same blue scrubs. When she sees me, she smiles. Lifts up her arms to be carried. I pick her up and shift at the same time. Two beats of my wings, and we’re soaring, her soft curves pressed against my feral form’s hard belly plates.

A cave in the sea cliff. Private, dark. I lay her down, and somehow her blue scrubs have transformed into the pale blue formal gown that has haunted my dreams. I cut the filmy fabric off with my claws, prowling around her as I decide how to make her mine. She arches, reaching for my cocks.

Before she even gets her imaginary hands on them, my upper cock swells and unloads, splattering the tile and my feet. I’d be embarrassed if this weren’t a fantasy. Since it is, Cari just looks happy, rubbing my cum into her skin.

My upper cock softens, giving me hope that I’ll be fit to take the real Cari out on a real date…one that doesn’t end in kidnapping a fawning, blow-up version of the woman I love.

My feral form is unsatisfied, though, showing me more images of Cari with her legs parted, touching herself with one hand as she squeezes my knot with the other. She bites her lip, her arousal perfuming the cave as she strokes us both. I lick into her mouth and pump my hips into her hand, dragging my knot through her tight little grip.

Fuck, this is wrong. If she knew I was picturing her like this, captive and objectified, she’d think I was a major creep. But it feels so good. Maybe I am a creep.

Mate , my beast whines, sounding offended that I’d characterize his desires like that. As if to prove his point, the fantasy shifts slightly. Now she’s panting and begging, tugging me toward her like my lower cock is a leash.

See how we please her? he seems to be saying, as if this isn’t just another one of his (and my) deepest fantasies.

Fantasy-Cari uses my lower cock to rub her clit, her cheeks and chest flushing, until she shudders and calls out my name, lost in the force of her orgasm. l rock against her until her eyes blink open, limpid and dark, and a smile curves her sweet mouth.

Hot pleasure slides up my spine at the sight of her so well-satisfied. I can’t take it anymore. My knot swells, pushing my fingers apart as I come even harder than the first time. I clench my teeth so tightly, my jaw pops, and I swear I black out for a minute or ten. Time has lost all meaning.

I laze against the shower wall as I rinse the mess down the drain, feeling like a giddy genius in the afterglow, like it really was Cari in the cave and not just a beast-dream. I mentally pat myself on the back for having the foresight to take off my pants and get into the shower, because cleanup is easy and my clothes won’t be stained when I pick up Cari.

When I pick up Cari…

Awareness returning in a rush, I glance at my watch. I’m supposed to be there in five minutes, and her clinic is ten minutes away.

Damn it. No time for flowers.

Fly , my feral form argues.

“You really want to get arrested today?” I argue right back as I hurriedly yank on my pants. My half-shift has fully retreated, so I only have one cock to manage, and it’s getting softer as I speak.

My beast shows me the jail walls disintegrating just like Cari’s bathroom. He’s fully aware that no cell could hold us, especially with our mate on the other side.

“That’s a good way to get banned from the human realm forever,” I remind him.

Mate , he whimpers.

“Exactly. She’s here, so I have to be here, which means following human laws. Even if I’m late and don’t have flowers because I’m a creep who jerks off before dates. Better late than never, right?”

Especially if it means my dicks stay in my pants for the rest of the night.