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

Chapter 14

Zed

C ari’s so soft after she comes. Like a woman-shaped marshmallow, smiling at me. Even the pulsing of her pussy around my fingers is soft and adorable.

“I can’t move,” she says, giggling. “You removed all my bones.”

“Good.” This is how it should be. My mate’s scent on my chin, her body clutching mine in multiple places. The only thing better would be if my seed was inside her. My cock rubs against the edge of the mattress as I imagine filling her up until she overflows.

“Take your clothes off. Do a little dance. Entertain me while I get the feeling in my toes back,” she says, lips curving as she shakes our joined hands in a funny motion.

My smile turns into a frown. “Are they asleep? Did my tail squeeze you too tight?” I grab her foot and start rubbing it, but she wriggles out of my grip.

“You just made ’em curl so hard they lost their blood supply and fainted.”

I crack up. “That’s not a thing.”

She blinks big round eyes at me, poking her lower lip out. “It is. I swear on my veterinary license. Skeletal muscle contraction can cause vasoconstriction, which can cause hypoxia. Hypoxia causes fainting. Ergo, that’s what my toes just did.” She giggles at her own joke. That’s my Cari, happy and bright as her favorite sunflowers. She went away there for a second, and it worried me.

“Big words from someone who couldn’t form complete sentences a few minutes ago.” I use the finger still inside her to stroke her inner walls, finding the spot that makes her moan. I rub it, gratified when she tries to clamp her legs around me, her hand clutching mine so tight it feels like my bones will crack. “Why’d you bail on me in the middle, love?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t”—she pants and whines, grinding into my finger before drawing a deep breath—“want it to end. Didn’t want you to go—ohhhhh.” Liquid gushes over my hand, soaking the sheets underneath her.

Mate , my feral form grows approvingly. We were so in sync, pleasing our girl, I almost forgot he was there.

“Ahh, I’m so sorry!” Cari bursts out. “That doesn’t usually happen. Only certain toys. I would have put down a towel if I thought you’d be that good. I mean of course I thought you would be good. I didn’t think you’d be bad. You’re amazing. I meant…it’s never that good. Only you.”

“Only you,” I agree, grinning. I love it when she babbles. “I need you, Cari. Now.”

“’Kay. Still can’t move, though.”

“I’ll do everything.” I can’t let go of her, so I fumble my pants open left-handed. My dick is heavy and hot as it slaps against her thigh, drooling pearlescent pre-cum.

“Wait.” My boneless bride-to-be props up on her elbows. “Only one?”

“I don’t have two unless I shift.” I grasp my shaft and use it to bump the ridges over her clit. Her eyes roll back in her head. “I think one is gonna fill you up just fine.”

“What if I want two?”

My cock jerks in my hand as my feral form tries to push the shift. “I need a reason for you to come back for seconds. We’ll see how you do taking this one, pretty little human, and maybe you’ll get two next time.”

“Do I get three the third time?” she asks, grinning giddily up at me. Brat. I love that she feels safe enough with me to brat a little, though. And that she’s thinking of us together in the future. I really love that.

I nudge the head against her opening, stretching it slightly without pushing all the way in. My feral form answers through my mouth, his voice a possessive snarl. “You can have them in every hole, as many times as you want. But nobody else is touching you.”

She shudders beneath me as I sink inside her. She’s so wet that my ridges don’t catch on her snug opening, just slide right in. She stretches to fit me exactly, like a tailor-made glove.

Of course, she’s perfect for me. She’s mine. She’s always been mine.

With our joined hands, I pin her arm above her head and brace over her. I keep my hips still, enjoying the feel of her body clasping mine. “I missed this. Always been missing it.”

“Knew it would be good.” She bites her lip, her hips levering up to take more of me, if there were any more to take. I’m glad, because next time I’ll give her more. I’ll give her as much as she can handle.

“Look at you, starving for my cock,” I tease. “How did you live without it for so long?”

She giggles, her free hand roaming over my chest. “I made do with poor substitutes.”

“Oh, I know,” I growl, remembering the sucker-punch of lust that hit me when I saw her toys in the dishwasher. She laughs again, her core squeezing me, and I can’t wait any longer. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I let myself off the leash. Let my feral needs surge. I rut into her with efficient strokes that have one all-encompassing purpose: to claim her, seed her, and make her mine. And Cari takes every one, her cheeks reddening and pupils darkening, mouth going slack with pleasure.

Gods, it’s too much for me, even if it’s not for her.

My balls tighten, threatening to end this. I’m dying to come, every instinct in me to fill her up, but I want her to come again first. I want to feel her squeeze around me and lose herself completely.

“Think you can come on my cock, sunflower? Do you have another one in you?”

“Yeah,” she pants, breath short.

Her pussy clenches around my cock like a hot, wet fist, and I can feel her climbing closer and closer, chasing her peak. I want it. I need it. My feral form is roaring for it, demanding her satisfaction.

She reaches down, wedging her hand between us to rub her clit. Her walls tighten even more, and she moans, her heels digging into the back of my thighs. I don’t stop, I can’t. She feels so good that I’m afraid to lose her. Afraid she might slip through my fingers still.

Her eyes lock onto mine, and I see the question in them, the need for permission to let go. I curl down to kiss her, licking into her mouth. That’s all it takes; she clings to me, shattering, her pussy clamping down around my cock, milking me as I swallow her scream.

Her pulses set me off immediately, my rhythm turning jerky and desperate as I’m overwhelmed by my own orgasm. Gods, gods, this is my mate. My alokoi. My everything. With white-hot bursts, my seed spills into her, filling her up until she overflows.

As it should be. As it will be, always.

I pull out and watch with satisfaction as my cum pours out of her and pools, adding to the wet spot on the sheets. The beast inside of me is satisfied, but I’m not. I want more of Cari, all of her, every part of her. And she knows it. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

“Again?” I growl, my cock already swelling, and she nods, her legs falling open in silent invitation. “No words left, huh, pretty girl?”

She shakes her head, a soft smile quirking one side of her mouth.

This time, I take it slow, savoring every sensation as I sink back into her. She’s even softer now, more pliant, her body still shivering with the aftershocks. I lean down and kiss her again since she liked it so much the last time, my tongue delving into her mouth as my cock delves into her pussy. She tastes like me, like us, and I want to devour her whole.

She moans into the kiss, arching up to meet me, her hips rolling in an involuntary plea.

I give her what she’s asking for, sliding in and out of her with long, languid strokes that make her whimper. Her free hand clutches at my shoulder, her nails digging into my scales.

Our kiss deepens, our tongues tangling as we move together, our bodies in perfect sync. She’s mine. Finally, utterly, completely mine. And the knowledge fills me with a fierce, possessive pride.

“I’m gonna—” she whispers in between kisses.

I pull back slightly, needing to see her face as she comes again. Her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth open in a silent scream, her body taut with pleasure.

My feral form roars with victory, and I can’t stop him this time—he forces the half-shift through. Cari gasps as my cock grows even larger inside her, the deeper ridges of its new form rubbing her interior walls, my lower cock sliding against the crack of her ass. But she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she wraps her legs around my waist, urging me closer, deeper.

Her body stretches effortlessly to accommodate the new shape, and when she squeezes me with her internal muscles, both my cocks come in pulses so powerful, they’re almost painful. They go on and on, wracking my muscles as I struggle to keep my weight off her.

Finally, when I’m drained and breathless, I start to roll off.

Her arm hooks around my neck. “Not letting you go,” she mumbles.

I kiss her tenderly, running my claws through her short, silky hair that’s still styled with my cum. “We need to clean up. I don’t want you lying in a puddle.”

Her little feet dig into me a little deeper, fingers squeezing mine. “No. Don’t wanna move.”

I huff a laugh. “I thought I fucked all the brat out of you earlier.”

“Got to keep you coming back for seconds,” she deadpans, throwing my words back at me. Then her face changes, humor slipping away, and she lifts our joined hands, her little pink fingers twined with my red scaly ones. “Don’t make me let go of you yet.”

“Never.” I gather her up like an armful of flowers and roll over, depositing her limp body on top of me. It’s time to tell her that we’re forever.