Chapter 21
Otto
I’ve never been so hard in my entire fucking life. Watching Damian lose control like that broke my heart. But seeing how Kat took charge was so damn hot. And when she kissed me with his cum in her mouth? Yeah, I about died.
I’m trying to get my cock to cool the fuck off, but I can still smell her pleasure, taste his flavor, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have a boner for the rest of my life now.
When I come back into the bedroom, Damian’s already sound asleep, his breathing heavy and deep.
Kat carefully sits up and takes the glass of water I hand over.
I set the other one on the nightstand while she drinks.
Her throat works as she swallows, and when she pulls the glass away, her lips are beautifully wet.
Just like they were when she was sucking Damian’s cock.
She gives me a knowing smirk as if she can tell the direction of my thoughts. As a dragon, she can probably scent how turned on I am.
She gives Damian another sad glance as she puts her glass down next to his and slips off the bed. She holds her hand out to me. “I want to test something.”
I wrap my fingers around her warm palm. My nerves buzz so frantically as we leave the room that by the time we reach the door, there’s a heaviness in my gut that has my cock finally softening. Whatever just happened between Kat and Damian was powerful, and I hate that she’s about to forget it.
“Are you sure you want to leave him?” I ask.
She shakes her head and then nods, determination marking her features as she steps out of the room with me right behind her. She sucks in a breath and pauses in front of a picture on the wall of Damian and his friend Cyrus.
“Is this the guy who owns this place?” Her voice is a little too loud, like she’s already forgotten he’s sleeping just a few feet away.
My heart fractures, but I keep my face as neutral as I can, not wanting to upset her. After closing the bedroom door, I point to Damian. “This one. Yeah.”
She wrinkles her nose. “He looks like Lincoln.”
Surprise lights up my insides. How much of what I told her does she remember? “Yeah, beauty. He does.”
“Guess that makes sense.”
“You remember?”
“Um… I remember what you told me at my apartment.” Her gaze swings one way, then the other. “Is he here?”
My stomach drops. But at least we learned one thing. She’ll remember the story as long as I don’t tell it to her with Damian around. Or at least, she does for now. We’re working with rules we don’t understand, so I guess that could change.
“We just tucked him in.” I jut my chin at his bedroom door. “He got a little… drunk.”
She jolts back. “We tucked him in?”
“Well, you did most of the work of getting him to bed, actually.”
“Shit. I don’t remember that.” She sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “Did we… do something else?” Her cheeks are almost as red as her hair.
I hesitate, unsure how much to tell her of what I just witnessed. Thinking about it again has my cock waking back up. Her nostrils flare, and smoke huffs out. Guess there’s no use hiding it.
“You gave him the hottest blowjob I’ve ever witnessed.”
She raises her eyebrows. “You’ve seen a lot of blow jobs?”
Now it’s my turn to blush. “Dragons aren’t exactly shy about sex.”
“Huh.” She rubs her flushed cheek. “Well, I guess that explains why my nipples are like rocks and my panties are ruined. I’ve always enjoyed giving blowjobs.”
Fuck, this woman will be the death of me. I throw my head back and take slow breaths trying to get myself under control.
She laughs softly and pulls me back out into the living room. Her gaze bounces around, soaking in every detail. But I can’t take it anymore. I spin her around, grabbing her arms and walking her backwards until she bumps into the couch.
“What else do you like, beauty?” My voice rasps. It’s all I can do to keep from ripping her clothes from her body with my claws.
She sucks her lips between her teeth before answering. “A lot of things.”
“Like what?” I push her gently back so she sinks down onto the couch. “I want to hear every depraved fantasy. Tell me everything that gets that sweet pussy dripping. Everything.”
She swallows and squirms. I lower to my knees and press myself between her legs, my hands on the couch on the outside of her hips so I can get right in her face. “Tell. Me.”
“I like being in control,” she finally gasps out.
A wide smile stretches my cheeks. “You want to tell me what to do, beauty?”
“More than anything.”
“Fuck, I like that,” I groan. “Let me serve your every whim. Let me be yours.”
There’s been an awkward tension to her ever since we left Damian’s room, but now it melts away. Staring down at me with a wicked smile, she’s my fiery Kat again.
“Take off your clothes,” she commands.
“Yes, ma’am.” I stand up, kick off my shoes, and pull my shirt over my head.
She chuckles at my eagerness. For a brief moment, her eyes flash to the hall with a note of worry, but she quickly shakes it off when I drop my pants and boxers.
Any concern about getting caught, or the awkwardness of the situation falls away, replaced by heated desire.
Scales pop up on her arms, flames flickering in her eyes.
I stand in front of her, waiting for her next command. Her gaze travels over every inch of me, and my cock twitches in response. She smirks.
“On your knees.” She points to the floor in front of her.
I happily obey.
“Take off my shoes.” She holds up one foot.
I slip off one shoe and sock before kissing the top of her foot, right at the curve of her ankle. Then I do the same to the other. Once I’m done, I sit back on my heels. A bead of pre-cum slides down my shaft, and I can’t help wrapping my hand around my length and giving it a firm jerk.
Her eyes blaze. “Hands off what’s mine.”
Oh shit, yes! I love hearing her claim me. So much better than when she was pissed at me yesterday.
She pulls her sweater over her head and drops it on the couch next to her. Then she unzips her jeans, lifting her hips to wiggle out of them. When they’re at her shins, I reach forward to help.
“No,” she snaps. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.”
Holy fucking hell, this is hot.
“Hands behind your back,” she commands, a tiny curl of smoke pouring from her lips.
I immediately clasp my hands behind me.
“Good boy.” Her smile is magnetic.
I lift off my heels just so I can be a little closer to her. She kicks her pants off, and they hit my chest before falling to the floor in front of me. I want to pick them up and burry my face in them, but I keep still.
Her smile is all the reward I need.
“Such a good boy.” Her legs part, and she pulls her underwear to the side, letting me see her glistening center. She wasn’t exaggerating about being soaked. Thick cream leaks out of her, begging me to taste it. I lick my lips. Every muscle in my body shakes from the strain of staying still.
Her fingers brush over her lips before moving up to pull down the cups of her bra. She doesn’t take it off, just pops her tits out like a delectable feast to tempt me. My heart races, each breath faster than the one before.
“Trace my lips with your tongue,” she says.
I go for her mouth, but she stops me with a palm out and a mischievous grin. “Not those lips.”
“Oh, fuck, yes.” With my hands still behind my back, I lean down and do exactly as she commands. When I lap up her center, she moans.
“Yes, more of that. A little softer. To the right. Hmmm, yeah.” Between gasps of pleasure, she tells me exactly what she wants, changing it up every few minutes, walking me through each adjustment with firm commands. I soak up her instructions, loving every second.
Her taste is divine, and the way she’s taking charge of her pleasure makes me melt with desire. I want to make her come, need to make her come.
“Use your lips,” she says. “Kiss my—oh! Oh!” She cuts off when I go off script and suck hard on her clit. Her thighs clench, hands gripping either side of my face as she pulls me so close I can’t breathe. But who needs oxygen? I’d happily die between her lush thighs.
I slip a finger inside her right as she clenches down around it. Unable to control myself anymore, I rotate her so she’s spread out across the couch. She’s still shaking from her release as I tilt her chin toward me, searching her eyes for the permission I need.
“Do it,” she says, panting. “Fill me.”
I don’t wait for any more invitation than that.
Her pussy spasms around my cock as I slide home in one desperate thrust. She gasps my name, followed by a slew of curses and exclamations I barely hear.
I half-shift, letting my cock swell, thicken, expand, stretching her tight little pussy so full she comes again, throwing her head back and roaring a burst of fire from her parted lips.
I’m gonna make Damian keep that singe on his ceiling forever.
A reminder of the first time I claimed my mate.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
I lift her hips and slam deep, hard and fast. It only takes a minute before I’m seizing up as I spill inside her, coating her with my cum, strumming her clit to drag out another roll of pleasure from her. Finally, claiming her as mine. My beautiful mate.