Chapter 11 Dragon’s Tail #2
He glanced at me, his gaze soft and vulnerable. I didn’t know him at all, did I?
“It’s a tool,” he said. “A perk. Something good that I got from something shitty. I don’t resent it anymore, but I’m not particularly proud of it.”
How much space in my heart was occupied by my brothers?
My parents, annoying cousins, my grandpa and granddad, my old pops with his chipped mugs, and the horrendous amount of cake he’d fed me throughout the years…
In my head, being a dragon equaled family.
And even though I had very little time for them since I’d started at Cassidy and Hassel, working six days a week, they were a constant in my life.
They were tolerant, supporting me and waiting patiently for when I could visit or call.
Lothair had no one.
“You can still be proud of who you are, regardless of your alpha father.” Whatever I tried to say sounded lame. I bit my tongue.
“I’m an entertainer. It’s nothing grand, but I’m okay with that.
” Lothair’s voice grew cold with hints of the arrogance I knew so well.
“I love that I’m stronger and faster than anyone else around me, that people admire me, that they find me hot and want to fuck me.
And while I got many of my skills with no effort, I worked on myself over the years. I still do.”
He did. Lothair was incredibly agile and powerful, even for a shifter. He was borderline obsessive about his training.
“Now that I’ve poured my heart out to you, how about we go back and fuck?”
Before I could respond, he got up and flung himself into the air. He jumped off the cliff in front of us. I shot up after him and stared as he shifted mid-fall and flew high, circling above me. His dark wings obscured the moon.
I’d get to fuck this creature tonight.
With that thought, I ran along the mountain range and let the wings burst out of my body.
LOTHAIR
I wasn’t going to be nervous about sex. No way.
Gritting my teeth, I gave myself a once-over in the mirror. I should have suggested we do it in the fuck room. Would I have felt less vulnerable? And why had I spilled my guts to him earlier?
Ugh.
But this was about Terrance staying. Maybe hearing my sob story would soften him up before he decided to quit on Monday. Yeah, right.
I took a deep breath.
My hole was soft and slippery after I’d douched and prepped. It felt weird as I walked out of the bathroom. The annoying procedure had dampened my arousal, but the thought of Terrance waiting for me out here was enough to make me hard again.
Except Terrance was nowhere to be seen. My bedroom loomed empty, the unmade bed looking sad and lonely on top of being a mess.
I frowned.
Did he bail on me during prep? Was there anything more humiliating than that?
Then the curtain moved with a draft, and I noticed his silhouette on the balcony. I blew out a breath in relief.
I pushed the door open and joined him. He was wearing his boxer briefs and nothing else, the expanse of his smooth back making my palms itch. Standing behind him, I pressed my dick to his ass.
“I’m ready.”
The few seconds of silence that followed had me shivering on the inside. Damn him for having so much power over me!
“Get on the bed, on your knees,” he said, sounding calm. Almost detached. “I’ll be right with you.”
The fucker.
I bit his shoulder and pushed off the railing.
Like a good boy, I climbed onto the bed and spread my legs. For some reason, my hard dick tingled around the base and head. A strange sensation. Must be all the sucking we’d done today.
At first, I got on my hands and knees. Then I considered how I’d look for Terrance and lowered myself onto my elbows. I curved my spine to lift my ass higher.
“Very pretty,” Terrance said from behind me. He was quiet like a cat. I hadn’t noticed him come in.
He walked around the bed, opened the drawer, and flung the lube bottle onto the pillow beside me.
The mattress dipped, and a warm hand caressed my thigh.
“When was the last time you bottomed?”
“A year, maybe?”
He hummed. “Then I’d better be careful.”
“No need.”
Chuckling, he cupped my balls and rolled them around in his hand. “Impatient?”
Was I? I wanted to have the awkward part over with, that was for sure. The sooner I had his dick in me, the better.
The humid air on my pucker made me suck in a breath. The next moment, his tongue swiped over my hole.
Oh my fucking… He wouldn’t…
“Fuck!”
Yes, he would.
He held my ass cheeks with both hands and went to town on my hole.
I’d done just about everything there was to try when it came to sex, including some bizarre shit. But not this.
I’d rimmed dozens, maybe even hundreds, of omegas, but nobody had ever done this to me. The few alphas I’d bottomed for never bothered to taste another alpha’s ass.
But Terrance wasn’t just any alpha.
When his tongue wriggled against the center of my pucker, I eagerly relaxed into it to let him in.
Sweet heaven!
His tongue in me felt amazing. I moaned, an embarrassingly high-pitched sound, but I didn’t care. My temples and shoulder blades itched as if I were about to shift. I’d never shifted involuntarily, but Terrance’s mouth on my ass was confusing me on a fundamental level. Soft, slick, warm…
“God, that’s good. Oh, please!”
Yep. I would even beg him. As long as he kept tonguing my hole, I’d do anything.
Rocking against his face shamelessly, I welcomed every little thrust. It was so tender and sweet, so maddeningly insufficient yet overwhelming.
I fisted the pillow and bit into it.
Terrance licked into me deeper, mimicking a slow fucking motion, and I groaned with happiness.
My untouched cock and balls throbbed, and my deflated knot ached at the base. If he touched my dick now, I’d explode.
Or maybe…
A pulsating sensation bloomed in my knot. Fucking hell!
“I’ll come!” I gasped out the warning, which Terrance ignored.
My cock tingled all over as he swirled his tongue inside me like he was licking ice cream out of a cone. Then he cupped my cockhead.
I lost it.
Roaring into the pillow, I spilled into Terrance’s hand, my ass clenching on his tongue. He didn’t relent. He licked me until I filled his palm. Then he smeared the cum over my hole and kept licking.
“Fuck. Fuck, Terry! It’s too much.”
“Shush. Relax.” Another swipe of his tongue. He licked into me. “Need you nice and soft. And your own cum in your hole… mm-hmm. Such a treat.”
More tongue-fucking.
All the demons in hell.
“Please!”
I didn’t know what I was begging for. Did I want him to stop or never to stop? I was shaking, my dick hard again, when he finally reached for the lube bottle.
He pushed two wet fingers into me, rotating them, and slicked me up until my hole made a squelching sound. The firm press of his fingers was amazing after all the soft tonguing.
I felt everything he was doing in my fucking knot. This was insane.
“Terry, please. C’mon.”
The bed creaked when he got into position.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Then, pressure.
“Arghhh… Fuuuuuck!”
A dragon’s dick. Jesus.
The stretch and fullness. My poor rim. My balls and dick felt swollen like they’d explode from the pressure in my asshole.
Was I in pain?
Deeper. Bigger. Oh shit. Oh fuck!
“Terry…”
Then his cockhead must have slowly slid over my gland.
Havoc. Complete and utter havoc.
I yelled while my skin burned and my nerves short-circuited. I couldn’t control it. My thorns burst out of my head, and the familiar sensation of my skin changing spilled over my shoulders.
My tail grew out.
“Oh, so this is how it’s going to be?” Terrance’s voice came all raspy and growly.
He grabbed my tail with both hands and pulled on it, lifting my lower body an inch.
His dick slid in deeper.
I roared.
My wings spread above us when Terrance retreated and thrust back into me. He adjusted his grip on my tail and gave me another measured fuck.
He was so fucking big. Huge.
Miraculous…
The fullness came and went like a tide, and I rocked with it, helplessly flapping my wings, grazing the ceiling with them. Moaning and keening, I met his thrusts, eager to feel the next slide over my gland, and the next.
The way he held my tail… Like he controlled my dragon. He pulled on it to lift my ass when he thrust into me.
Why was that so hot?
His thrusts were so precise, so perfectly controlled. Was he affected at all?
Yes. Oh, yes, he was. He grunted and growled.
Then he sped up.
His hips slapped against my ass, and the base of my tail ached where he tugged on it. Somehow, that sensation made everything even better.
The orgasm started there, at the base of my tail. It made my hole clench like crazy and throbbed in my knot until it burst out of my dick in endless spurts of cum. Only tiny drops, but they kept coming. He fucked them out of me, milking my gland with his dick until I was sobbing into the pillow.
Terrance snarled like a wild beast. The last three thrusts were brutal, but I was so mellow from the orgasm that I took them with gratitude.
He came deep into my ass, and I wished I could feel more than just the subtle pulsing of his cock. I imagined it like this: His exposed cockhead kissed my raw flesh, his slit widened, and creamy cum bubbled out, splashing in my guts, coating my insides…
I squeezed my inner muscles as if I could suck the cum out of him with my ass, and he rewarded me with a low groan.
Petting up and down my tail, he stayed inside me for a while longer. Before I could get uncomfortable, he retreated and flopped on the bed beside me.
I blinked my eyes open and grinned sleepily.
His horns and thorns had grown as well. He didn’t have wings or a tail, but he’d been affected enough to half shift. His reptilian eyes shone golden, only a hint of turquoise in his irises.
I lay on my side, my wings folding, and ran my fingers through the spikes on his head.
Terrance caught my hand.
He kissed me.
Sweet and slow. A tender kiss.
I opened my mouth and let him lead. I liked letting him lead. I wasn’t a submissive guy, far from it, but with Terrance… I trusted him.
He deepened the kiss with a sigh. We lay tangled, kissing and petting each other, slowly changing back into our human forms. He kneaded my ass, rubbing against my front.
Something wet cooled on my rim. His cum leaked out of me.
I’d done just about everything.
But this… Whatever this was, it was different.
There was no way Terrance would be leaving on Monday.
I’d chain him to the bed if he tried.