Chapter 8 Mid-Flight
Mid-Flight
LOTHAIR
I parked on the side of the road where the forest thickened. We got out, and Terrance followed me. He didn’t comment when I jumped a ditch and began trudging through the bushes, nor did he complain when the ground got muddy under our feet. His party shoes and slacks would be ruined.
“Charge me for the clothes.”
No reply.
The meadow I’d been looking for finally spread out before us. I took off my jacket and hung it on an oak branch. After toeing off my shoes, I stripped out of my pants and the ridiculous golden briefs.
Head down, Terrance worked on his shirt buttons. I was tempted to stand there and watch him get naked, but he seemed on edge. Instead, I ran out into the meadow and jumped.
The air crackled around me as I flew up, wings spreading.
I gathered momentum and rose above the trees, my tail skimming the top branches.
I circled back just in time to see Terrance jogging through the tall grass, long dick swinging between his legs.
Was he this big when soft? How long would his cock be when he got hard? How thick?
He was gorgeously built—lean, smooth, and agile. I got a wild idea to swoop down and grab him while he was still human. But he began shifting, so I turned around and flew toward the mountains.
He caught up with me and slowed down.
“What was that?” he hissed. “I’ve never seen anyone shift that fast.”
“The jumping trick? Just a little something I learned when I was bored.” I was incredibly proud of my “little jumping trick”—it had taken a lot of patience to learn to shift mid-jump and lift before I fell again.
I would never admit to anyone how many times I’d landed with my muzzle in the mud while trying to perfect the move.
“Pity there aren’t any movies just for dragon shifters. You’d be a star.”
With his voice changed, I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic.
I eyed him as we flew in tandem.
The fucker was hot, even in dragon form. His dragon had a sandy color, shimmering in places, while his thorns and horns gleamed pearly white in the moonlight. He was smaller than me, leaner, but his wings seemed gigantic, with a span of at least forty-five feet. He must be a faster flier than me.
I pushed myself harder, diving lower and gathering speed, but Terrance kept up with me effortlessly.
“Where are we going?” he asked after a few minutes.
The mountains rose in front of us, and we began ascending along the slopes.
“Swimming.”
“I thought we were flying.”
“That too.”
I led him over the range and down through a pass between two peaks.
A tarn glittered below. I found the small glacial lake while flying around here last year.
It was way off the tourist trails, making the mountain pass deserted year-round.
I loved the place. The water was crystal clear and icy, but I wasn’t bothered by the low temperatures.
Zeroing in on a grassy patch by the shore, I shifted while descending. I only had to support myself with one hand on the ground when I landed on my two human feet.
Terrance landed in dragon form and stretched his impressive wings.
“Show-off,” he muttered before slowly changing back into a man.
“You need to shift more often,” I said. “It’s like any other muscle. Needs training.”
He grunted and turned away from me, gazing around the quiet mountain pass. The air was almost still, the lake full of stars. A beautiful night in the middle of nowhere.
The most fascinating sight was Terrance, naked, making his way to the water. His perfect ass muscles bunched up as he balanced on the rocks.
I imagined holding those lean cheeks as my dick glided between them, cockhead peeking out at the top of his crease. He might never let me fuck him, but I could hump him and come onto his tightly closed rim. I’d smear my cum all over his ass.
He waded into the water and dove in without a splash.
With a sigh, I followed. The freezing water was a blessing. It didn’t matter that I’d fucked three different omegas at Caspian’s party earlier. Three wet holes in a row. Seeing Terrance aroused, smelling him, and watching him come, I could fuck three more and still be unsatisfied.
Was it because he was a challenge? Unavailable, as alpha as they got, forbidden. Did my ego steer my libido? Quite possibly.
I’d had alpha crushes before. Usually, after I’d tapped that, the longing disappeared.
Terrance swam to a boulder sticking out from the middle of the lake and climbed on top. He spread out his arms and began shifting but wobbled and paused. He seemingly didn’t know how to speed up the change.
“Dammit.”
Half shifted, with clawed feet and hands, tail dipping into the water and wings growing, he braced himself on the boulder as if he was readying to lift.
He snarled and shrank back into human form.
Treading the water nearby, I watched his struggle. “It’s only in your mind, Terrance.”
He glared at me, then focused on something in front of him. This time, the change was faster. He appeared to be readying to jump but lost balance again and ended up half shifted on all fours. He slowly stood, shaking his head in disappointment.
“You look hot like this.” It was a joke and the truth.
His skin must have been sandy gold, even though it looked silvery in the moonlight. With spikes jutting from his upper arms and shoulders, he looked menacing but glorious. All dragons were tall when half shifted, but Terrance had gotten bulkier too, with bulging pecs and thick thighs.
And his cock.
Hot damn.
Plump, heavy, massive.
I’d never had sex with a half-shifted dragon.
Another thing I wouldn’t be able to get out of my mind after today.
As I stared, his dick thickened, lifting like a damned construction crane. Oh yeah. I wanted to suck it. I’d kneel for him like a puny little human, and he’d stand there like a god in the middle of the lake, his wings spread out while I made him come.
Hypnotized, I moved closer through the water.
When I lifted my gaze to meet Terrance’s reptilian eyes, he glowered right back at me. He was hard. For me. He couldn’t hide it in this form. And he knew I saw.
Before I could swim to the boulder, he lifted. In an elegant move, he shifted fully and waved his wings, creating waves on the water. I quickly climbed onto the boulder and changed, flying after him.
I’d hoped he’d want to fly around the mountains for a bit longer, but he navigated back to the meadow.
He didn’t spare me another glance for the rest of the night.
We dressed and drove back to Brentwood, the humming of the engine and the occasional ticking of the blinkers the only sounds in the cabin.
When I wished him sweet dreams in front of the house, he muttered, “Good night,” and stalked away.
TERRANCE
I should have been knackered after the party and the flying. I’d even thought of canceling on Zach. But flashes of Lothair’s naked body nagged at my consciousness, no matter how hard I tried to erase them, and it made me restless.
I cleaned the apartment, took a shower, and when Zach arrived, I pushed him up against the wall. I fucked him like my life depended on it.
As if I could cover the memories from last night with even more sordid ones.
For the second round, I carried him to the bedroom, deposited him on the bed, and feasted on his hole until he twitched. Fascinated by his stretchy rim, I worked four fingers inside him while he whispered the filthiest things. Would he be able to take two dicks?
Two dragon dicks.
So I fucked him even harder.
I would have worried about being too rough, but Zach spurred me on and came multiple times.
Then he lay draped over my bed, swirled the contents of his wine glass, and watched me with half-lidded eyes.
“That was epic. I need to give my ass a break for a few days, but it was worth it.”
“Even the last round?”
“Sure. I’d tell you if I didn’t want it. After you stretched me, I felt empty, so the final fuck mellowed me out. It was great.”
He appeared relaxed and content, but I suddenly felt like I should hide from him.
“You seemed like you needed to work something out,” he said. “I hope it helped.”
There it was. Zach missed nothing.
“Just frustration from my job.”
He shuffled up the bed and finished his wine. “The client still giving you hell?”
“Something like that. It’s complicated.” I found my briefs and pulled them over my hips, hiding my softening cock.
“Hm. Is he hot?”
The question threw me. “He’s an alpha.”
“So?”
I let my gaze trace Zach’s pliant form, all soft angles, smooth skin, and drying cum smears. “I’m into omegas.”
Zach narrowed his eyes at me. “You can still tell if an alpha is hot, though.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, you can, or yes, he is?”
“Both.”
“What makes him so frustrating?”
I sighed and stretched out on the bed, my feet hanging off the edge.
As I looked at the ceiling, I noticed the lamp was dusty, and it bugged me.
“He’s unpredictable and moody. Difficult.
He does stupid, risky stuff and expects others to clean up after him.
He’s an incorrigible flirt and a provocateur.
And he thinks my job is to entertain him. ”
“And isn’t it?”
“No. I’m his bodyguard.”
“Wow. That’s so sexy.”
I chuckled. “Not really.”
“This hot client, is he the reason why you needed to fuck me into next week?”
“Sex works like stress relief, doesn’t it?”
“It does.” I could hear in his tone that he wanted to say something else. But he remained silent.
I closed my eyes. Maybe all I needed was a good night’s sleep. “I’m not usually attracted to alphas.”
“Not usually? That’s not the same as never.”
“I can’t be attracted to a client. Alpha or omega.”
“It’s not something one can decide, is it?” Zach asked, his voice gentle.
“Maybe not. But I do believe in willpower.”
He was quiet for a while. Then he rolled to his side and caressed my bicep.
“Well, I’m here when you need me. You can take your frustration out on my ass every Sunday.”
I snorted. “I will.”
“Now, I’d like to take a shower and go sleep in my own bed.”
“Feel free. Can I call you a cab?”
“No, thanks. I have the company’s driver waiting for me outside.”
When he was gone, I confirmed the booking for next Sunday and added a generous tip to his account.