Chapter 10
Myrran
Fuck. I am not prepared for the force that is flirty Jewel.
I throw money over the seat at the cab driver to get us back to her place faster.
I can’t keep my hands off her in the back seat, running them over her flat stomach under her jacket, up her back, along her thighs, sliding them as high as I dare.
“Is this okay?” I whisper when I feel her tense slightly. I have no interest in pushing her boundaries, only in making her feel good.
“Yeah, but…uh…my pants have a hole in them,” she admits, sounding embarrassed. “They ripped when I fell down earlier.”
“Where?” I nudge higher until I can feel the soft shape of her pussy lips underneath her leggings.
Her lips part and cheeks darken as she widens her legs slightly so I can find where the seam has split.
Her intoxicating scent thickens inside the cab as I rub along the tear where her silky panties peek through the ruined fabric.
“You look so pretty, Jewel. And you smell so sweet.”
She bites her lip. “Really?”
“Truly.” It comes out a low, appreciative growl.
The driver glances back at us in the rearview mirror, checking to make sure all is well.
His attention quickly reverts to the road, but it underlines that I can’t take this too far.
Damn, do I want to. I’d love to rip more holes in these flimsy garments and worship every square inch of her right here in the cab.
Jewel didn’t know what she was doing when she wished out loud for my worst behavior. But then, she hasn’t met my feral form. Human laws prohibit shifting within city limits, so my beast is locked securely away inside, but he’s growling and prowling away in there, anxious to finally claim his mate.
All in good time, I assure him. She’s ours.
Showing what I think is impressive restraint, I settle for teasing her through her clothes, gratified when the fabric between her legs dampens, and her breathing quickens.
“Myrran,” she whimpers, clutching my forearm and arching her back so her pussy presses harder against my fingers. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I nip her earlobe and murmur in her ear, “Be patient, sweetness. We’re almost there, and then I’ll take care of you.”
By the time we reach her apartment building, her eyes are glassy, pupils blown out, and when we step out of the car onto the icy sidewalk, her knees wobble. I have to hold her up with both hands so she doesn’t slip and fall.
She laughs, righting herself but still hanging onto my arm for support. “See what you’ve done to me?”
“I’m going to do a whole lot more.” I scoop her up and carry her into the building, taking the steps two at a time until we reach her door.
I put her down so she can locate the keys in her bag, but I keep my hands on her waist, the curve of her tight little ass pressed up against my greedy, thickening cock.
“How did you know this door was mine?” Jewel asks as she unlocks the deadbolt. “Does it smell like me or something?”
I bend my head and suck in a deep lungful from her hair. The same scent surrounds her doorway, though it’s a much fainter impression. “Yes.”
Not a lie. Not the whole truth either, but this isn’t the time to reveal that I’ve been watching her through the window and that’s how I know which apartment is hers.
She pushes open the door and motions me inside. “Home sweet home.”
Her place is so cute. The living space is simple but comfortable, the sofa and two chairs sized for human females.
Strings of Christmas lights crisscross the ceiling and gently illuminate the space.
A small artificial tree is set up in one corner, and framed fashion drawings decorate the walls above the seating.
Jewel hangs her jacket and bag on a hook and kicks off her shoes, and I do the same, lining up my size-seventeen clodhoppers next to her small winter boots.
Then she shrugs off her cozy, high-necked sweater, revealing her snug top and incredible body in one swift slide of fabric.
She does a twirl and strikes a pose, giving me a full-360 view.
She has the typical lanky runway model figure, all long legs and fit curves, her ass a perfect handful and breasts a perfect mouthful. She reminds me of a deer, delicate and powerful, and that triggers a deeply predatory part of me. “Jewel,” I growl.
“What?” She blinks innocently and then laughs at the look on my face. She nods at my fleece zip-up. “Your turn.”
I hesitate, my hand on the zipper pull. She probably expects me to be a typical zero-body-fat dragon dude under my clothes, but that’s definitely not the case.
I love to eat, and it shows. I’m a little fluffy around the middle.
Compared to the male-model types she spends a lot of her time around? I’m downright chubby.
I’m not ashamed of my body, but I don’t want her to be disappointed.
“It’s still your turn, pretty girl,” I shoot back, crossing to her.
I run my hands up her back all the way to her head, burying my fingers in her long, dark hair.
I massage her scalp, careful of my claws, and she melts into me, palms flat against my firm chest. I love that she’s tall so I can smell the top of her head without bending down.
I breathe in her scent, my cock thickening between us.
Inside, my feral form wakes up, nudging me to let him out, but I remind him that my human pants only have enough room inside them for one cock, never mind two.
“You’re so sexy,” she murmurs, her hands beginning to wander downward. Sucking in my belly so it doesn’t push against her, I peel the shoulders of her top down her arms, pinning them to her sides. Then I distract her with soft licks across her collarbone.
“Oh my god.” Her head falls back, exposing her gorgeous throat, so I lick my way up that, too, until she’s moaning and sighing. “I…love…dragon…kisses,” she pants.
That makes me smile. “Good, because this dragon loves kissing you.”
Experimentally, I let my tongue dip under the neckline of her top, exploring the narrow space between her breasts. I learn two things. One, Jewel’s heart is racing as fast as mine. Two, she’s not wearing a bra.
Fuck, I can’t handle her. She’s too much for me. I’m going to spend the rest of my life nipping at the heels of this pretty little deer while she runs circles around me.
“This okay?” I ask, pausing to check in with her. If she doesn’t want to go beyond making out over clothes tonight, that’s fine with me. I didn’t intend for this date to end with us naked in her apartment, but I wouldn’t complain about it, either.
Jewel grins up at me and wriggles her top down further, pushing it over her hips and stepping out of it completely, exposing a pretty pair of tits capped with brown nipples.
They tighten under my appreciative gaze, darkening as they contract until they look as appealing as the hot chocolate we drank earlier.
Guess that’s an enthusiastic yes.
I don’t waste time. I scoop her up and toss her onto the sofa.
She lands with a delighted squeal, and I kneel down between her legs, my mouth now conveniently at breast level.
I palm one, thumbing over her nipple while my tongue drags across its twin, leaving her bronze skin gleaming in the soft glow of the Christmas lights.
“You’re so stunning,” I tell her. “Prettier than a whole pile of gold. That’s a big compliment from someone of my species,” I add, grinning like a fool.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she shoots back. Her fingers, now free, curl under the neckline of my fleece and tug. “Take this off so I can see you. So I can touch you back.”
I can’t hide any longer unless I want to make it weird.
She’s going to see my body at some point, so it might as well be now.
It’s not like I’m trying to trick her into being with me by hiding my worst feature.
I grit my teeth and go for it, peeling off my fleece and T-shirt at the same time like a painful stuck shed.
She stops me before I get them off, frowning.
Cupping the side of my cheek, she strokes along my jaw ridges.
“Hey. Stop. I didn’t mean to pressure you.
I’m used to stripping down to next-to-nothing in front of strangers, and sometimes I forget that not everyone is as casual about nudity as the modeling community.
It’s fine if you’re not comfortable with it yet. ”
I grimace. “You could tell?”
“Yeah, baby. It was all over your face.”
“I thought I was being cool,” I joke, but internally, I’m so giddy. For one, she was paying attention and noticed how I was feeling even though I was too hung up on myself to say anything. Two, she called me baby.
“No need to act cool when you’re being so hot.” She leans forward to nuzzle her nose against my snout, then slides her hands up to my horns and uses them to pull me back to her chest.
Laughing at her eagerness, I’m only too happy to resume where we left off: those perfect tits. My tongue traces every contour, teasing those peaks back into hard points before sucking them each in turn while she steers me where she wants me to go.
Pretty soon, she’s pushing me down so I can spoil the slope of her belly.
I work my way down until I hit the waistband of her leggings.
She’s totally soaked through them, a growing wet spot darkening the fabric.
A peek of her pale-blue panties shows where they ripped.
I finger the long tear along the inseam and raise my brows at her. “You going to patch these up?”
Jewel laughs. “I think they’re beyond patching.”
“Excellent.” I slice through the stretchy elastic with one swipe of a claw and then use both hands to rip the leggings in half.
“Not the panties! They’re expensive,” Jewel says swiftly, lifting her hips to shimmy out of them instead.
It’s all the same to me, although I file away for later the fact that my mate needs more lingerie.
My current attention is fixed on that sweet little V between her legs, with its tidy strip of dark curls that are gleaming with her arousal.
Arousal for me. My cock pulses in anticipation of sliding in between those soft, wet folds, but I have a lot of other plans first.
I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, which makes her giggle and shift to find a comfortable spot on the sofa. Then, holding eye contact, I bend and take my first taste of my mate.
Her natural flavor, bright and sweet, bursts across my tongue just as a dozen points of pain burst along my tail, accompanied by an ear-piercing yowl.
“Mr. Whiskers, no!” screeches Jewel, trying to shoo him off my back, where he’s taken up residence.
The cat just clings tighter to me, his claws digging in as I stand and turn around, scrabbling to dislodge him without hurting either one of us. He hisses and yowls at every attempt, swatting at my hands whenever they get close.
“Come on, buddy. Let’s make friends,” I coax, trying not to panic, but he’s having none of it.
“Here,” Jewel says, rushing over with a tube of seafood-flavored substance that she holds somewhere behind my back. “I’ll bribe him, and you peel him off.”
With Mr. Whiskers engrossed in licking his treat, I’m finally able to detach his paws from my fleece one by one. I hold him, cradled in my arms, while he greedily finishes the entire tube. By the end, he’s purring and kneading my forearm, as happy as the clam that flavored his goo.
“I’m glad he changed his mind about my character. I was worried there for a minute that he’d put me on the naughty list,” I crack, relieved that I won him over even if I have some battle scars.
“It’s my fault,” Jewel says apologetically. “I should have fed him before we got distracted. Is your back okay?”
“Just a scratch or two. I think my tail got the worst of it.” I pet Mr. Whiskers, feeling smug when his rumbling purr grows louder.
She circles around me, examining my tail and peeking under the hem of my shirt, her cool fingers brushing along the scales of my lower back. “Ooh. He really got you. He’s such a little tyrant sometimes. Can I put some ointment on you at least?”
She cocks her head to the side, one hand on her hip, waiting for my answer, looking like she’s posing in a fashion magazine…except there’s no fashion.
I look her up and down, drinking in every inch of her like she’s the finest vintage of inferno mead. “You’ll never catch me refusing an appointment with the naked nurse.”