Chapter 6 The Man and the Monster #2
I tried. I really, truly tried. I made it all the way to the bedroom door before my legs folded under me, and I crumbled to the floor. I gasped for air, wheezing.
The hallway was just a couple of feet away, but I couldn’t even crawl.
Any attempted movement away from him caused my chest to constrict and bile to rise into my throat.
His feet appeared in front of my face. As soon as he was near enough, my stupid body took it as a sign that oxygen was a thing again.
Breathing harshly, I looked up.
He stood above me, staring down at me like he hadn’t decided whether he wanted to spit or jerk off on me. Possibly both?
“Why do you think you can’t leave, Leo?”
I shook my head. This wasn’t happening.
Curled by his feet, I quivered head to toe. Was he going to beat me up? Why did that seem like a good thing?
“You’re a dragon mate. My true mate. You’ll stay with me.”
“Dragons don’t exist,” I gritted out.
You know that’s a lie.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. Next thing I knew, he was dragging me through the house. I stumbled after him, defenseless against his strength. I didn’t even try to get out of his iron grip. Because I was a dumb whore, his angry streak turned me on. God, I needed a brain transplant.
Once we were inside the grand atrium by the staircases, he finally let go of me.
“Stay put,” he ordered.
“What?” I demanded. “You think you can chain me in your dungeon? Force me into marriage? What?”
Except he didn’t speak. He paused in the middle of the vast room, dropped his pajama pants, closed his eyes, and bent his head.
The weirdness of it made me pause. What the hell was he doing?
Then I gasped.
Lies. Everything I’d been telling myself had been nothing but lies.
His skin flooded with a dark-gray color, shimmering, like metallic paint spilling over his body.
His arms and legs lengthened as he fell on all fours.
His body grew, muscles swelling, bones cracking loudly.
Once he lifted his head and faced me, I was plastered to the wall behind me, my stomach roiling and blood thundering in my ears.
It was him.
The long neck, the reptilian muzzle, those sharp thorns sticking out of his head and back, and massive wings swiping the floors.
The dragon.
He was silver gray and immense. His head was as long as I was tall. He snarled, pointy blood-red tongue running along his glistening teeth.
Even as I suddenly found myself in the middle of what must be another drug-induced nightmare, I knew he was real. His eyes, the way he hovered above me, how he moved…
He was real, the only thing in the world I was sure of, and the rest crumbled into shambles.
He was what I’d been waiting for, what I’d been missing all along.
This creature was my fate. My life and my death.
The recurrent dreams I’d had since childhood resurfaced, making my mind explode with colors.
I knew this creature. I’d known him for years. Everything else had been meaningless lies.
He walked over to me, four giant feet making the floors groan, and his scorching breath fanned my face. I was frozen in place, barely able to breathe, as the dragon’s nose poked my chest, and he leaned back a few inches, his huge orange eyes pinned on me.
I wanted to fall to my knees and beg him to forgive me, but I couldn’t make myself move.
“Leo.” The rumbling voice gripped me by the throat.
My pulse went haywire, my heart beating so fast it hurt.
He sounded like a landslide, like a fucking earthquake.
I’d never heard an earthquake, but the ground sure shook under my feet when he spoke.
“This is who I am. This is who you are now tied to forever. You are my mate. And you will never touch another man. I forbid it.”
It was Davidson’s voice, but so much deeper and louder. My very bones vibrated from it.
“You’re only mine. Do you understand?”
I opened my mouth but couldn’t utter a sound.
“Do you understand?” he thundered, making my brain rattle around in my skull.
“Yes,” I piped up.
What was I supposed to do? If a dragon the size of a plane tells you something, you do it, no questions asked.
Besides, he was right, and I was wrong. I’d been wrong about everything, and a part of me had known.
Maybe that was why I’d always been such a lousy excuse for a human being.
Fake. I’d been lying to myself all my life, ignoring what I knew in my heart to be true.
I’d never felt whole, always failed at everything, never been truly independent even as I’d pushed away anyone who’d come near enough.
Because I was never meant to be alone.
How could I be when I was a mere shadow of a person? I’d always belonged to the dragon from my dreams, and only he could make me whole.
“Turn around.”
Shaking head to toe, I did as I was told, presenting him with my naked back and ass.
“Spread your legs.”
He wasn’t going to hurt me, was he? Not in a bad way. He just said I was his mate. That meant he wouldn’t hurt me, or would he? Did I want him to?
My twisted mind imagined he’d do something horrendous, like bite me, cut me with those claws, singe me. Could he breathe fire?
I widened my stance. Squeezing my eyes shut, I waited, panting.
Whatever he’ll do to me, I deserve it.
Something hot and wet slid up my calf. His tongue. It was huge, like a snake, and it felt wrong. Oh so wrong. A dragon is licking my body. He wasn’t going to do something in this form? Right? That would be just… Oh fuck!
The fat tongue dragged up my leg and slipped between my ass cheeks.
Thicker than any cock, longer than my arm, it swept through my crease, over my hole, and along my spine until it curled around my neck and squeezed.
I quivered on the edge between horror and exhilaration.
I could smell him, and that was not helping.
His scent aroused me even as I trembled with fear.
The hot tongue flicked over my nipples, and this time, a sob escaped me. This was sick!
He licked down my back and into my crease again, rubbing over my opening. I flushed all over with shame because it should have been horrifying, even disgusting, but instead, I was throbbing with arousal.
The thing was, I liked shame. Very few things could bring me to my knees with desire like shame. I was aroused, ashamed for it, and more aroused because I felt ashamed, and the spiral climbed higher until I panted with want, so turned on I was barely human anymore.
His breath heated my neck, and when he spoke next, I jolted.
“A monster licks your ass, and you’re hard.”
Resting his head against my back, he inhaled deeply, his chest rumbling.
“I love the taste of you, my little mate. Your scent.”
His nose pressed against my ass cheeks, my skin heating and cooling as he sniffed. I whimpered.
“Do you know what dragons do, Leo?”
Kidnap people and turn them into brainless sluts?
“They look for treasure.” He took another deep breath against my skin. “When they find it, they keep it and guard it. You’re my treasure, Leo. And no, you can’t leave. Your own body won’t let you.”
His tongue slid between my legs again, the tip circling my cock for a moment. Then he moved the hot muscle along my inner thighs and through my crease, back and forth, licking over my hole, smearing slick all over me, until I couldn’t do anything but moan and push out my hips for more.
Just as I was sinking into the feeling, fully prepared for him to penetrate me like this, the touch was gone, and my skin chilled where I was wet. I heard loud breaths and growls, but I was frozen in place. Was I in shock? My body was thrumming like a live wire.
Davidson reached around my torso and grabbed my pectorals.
He was human, but in my mind, I could still feel his other form present, the sheer size and strength of him, hidden from sight but ready to be unleashed whenever.
He squeezed where I was most swollen, fisting the sensitive flesh until I cried out in pain.
Brain-melting, delicious, sweetest pain. Oh God, yes! I need this!
The brutal possessiveness of his hold made my hole flood with fresh slick and my cock jolt. I arched into his hands, seeking relief. The empty ache grew, unforgiving. Sweet Lord, I needed to get fucked or die.
“You want my dick?”
No point in lying. “Need it.”
He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled on them. “You do like pain, don’t you?”
God, yeah. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Beg.”
“Please, fuck me. Please. I need your cock.” Damn, I sounded pitiful. “Hurt me and make me come. Please, Davidson, please.”
“That’s a good omega.”
And he shoved it in me. All of it. My flesh swallowed him up, all the barriers inside me crumbling easily, organs pushed aside to make space for him. My stomach must have bulged. He snapped his hips, delivering a solid punch to my womb, and I cried out with raw joy.
He was ruthless, but I savored his cruelty.
“Hurts, huh?”
“Yes.”
“And you like it.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes!”
“I’ll keep pounding you until your hole’s so stretched you’ll be in pain when I’m not fucking you.”
Why did that sound like heaven? “Please!”
“You’re stubborn, but I’ll fuck you into submission. I’ll make an obedient little mate out of you.”
With an iron grip, he pulled on my enlarged pecs, my nipples rubbing his palms, while he plundered my hole. I’d have bruises around my nipples, but I couldn’t care, not when every slide of his cockhead brought a slice of an orgasm, the pain in my pecs only feeding the fire.
What was leaking from my nipples? It smelled sweet, like honey.
“Taste yourself,” he ordered, offering me one hand. I licked the strange liquid off his palm, and the taste shot straight to my groin.
I came screaming while his cock hit the mouth to my womb on each stroke.