Chapter 12
Myrran
Jewel clamps her thighs shut, forcing my snout out. “Relax, baby,” she says, the pet name giving me that warm feeling all over again. “It’s my turn.”
I think she has it backwards. This feels like my turn. But so did tasting her, so I lean back into the soft pillows of her human-sized bed and appreciate in the wet luxury of her tongue tracing each of the ridges on my cock.
“Yum!” she announces. Then she bobs her head down on my cock fully, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks in earnest.
It’s an incredible feeling. No female’s ever done this for me before—if kissing a mouthful of dragon teeth is not enticing to me, having those lethal jaws wrapped around my cock is even less so.
But Jewel’s flat little teeth feel exquisite when they scrape lightly over my scales.
Her hands are busy too, one fervently working my shaft and the other playing with my balls that are already heating up and threatening to spill.
“You’re so good at that,” I hiss, threading my fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm the same way she guided me by my horns.
“Your mouth is so fucking sweet, I’m going to fill it up with dragonseed, and you’re going to swallow every bit, aren’t you?
You’re going to lick it up and ask for more. ”
Jewel, lips barely able to stretch around my girth, moans around me.
Her tongue slides sideways across my ridges, and that does me in.
The heat that lives in my belly erupts, searing me with the intensity and sending pulses of hot seed down her throat.
She swallows as much as she can, but some spills down her chin, and she darts out her tongue to lick it up like it’s melted ice cream.
I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life, except maybe the smug smile she gives me afterward. I let out a groan and clutch my chest. “Direct hit. Man down.”
Jewel giggles and pretends to shoot me with a tiny arrow. “Gotcha.” Then she crawls down to the wrong end of the bed so she can snuggle under my arm, pulling the covers over both our heads and creating our own little bubble.
It feels almost like we’re inside that snow globe I bought at Hoardstrom’s, curled up and cozy while the world swirls around us outside.
She strokes my chest and belly while I lazily play with her hair, my half-hard cock twitching against my thigh every time her lean, lush body rubs against my side.
“You were right,” she murmurs, kissing the side of my pec.
“About what?”
“I am going to ask for more.”
“Jewel!”
“What?” Breathy. Innocent. And completely full of shit. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
I roll over, covering her with my body and pinning her to the bed while I support most of my weight on my forearms. Nuzzling along her neck, I realize she smells even better now with my seed on her breath.
I want her to smell this way all the time.
Like mine. “Hungry for seconds already, pretty human?”
She pulls up her knees so my hips lock into hers, causing my now way-more-than-half-hard cock to notch into place at her very wet, very ready opening. “Does that answer your question?”
My tail thrashes wildly, making my hips hitch forward, and the first ridge of my cock slips inside.
“Fuck,” we both say again.
“…you’re big,” she finishes at the same time as I say, “you feel so good.”
“I’ll go slow,” I promise, regretting it the second the words are out because every cell in my body is straining to push deeper. My feral form is roaring to be let out to rut, even though he’s even bigger than I am.
“Don’t you dare,” Jewel shoots back. “I’ve been waiting all day for this. I ruined a pair of leggings for this!”
That makes me laugh. “I’m pretty sure I ruined that pair of leggings. I’ll get you new ones.”
“You don’t have to. It was the ice.”
I twist my hips, sinking another ridge into her. “I want to.”
“Mmm, I want to, too,” she says, twisting the meaning with as much wicked intent. One of those long legs wraps around me, and she urges me deeper by digging her heel into the back of my thigh.
My tail thumps the bed, and I give her what she wants, sinking my full length into her, stretching and filling her until every ridge, bulge, and vein is buried in her drenched pussy.
Her eyes go wide, a mix of surprise and hunger filling her expression.
But when I drag my cock back out and thrust in again, those big brown eyes squeeze shut, lips parting in a silent scream.
“Good?” I ask, knowing the answer, because I’ve never felt anything like her snug wetness, either. She’s so soft everywhere, even inside.
“Uh huh.” She bites her lip, her lashes fluttering open to stare down between us where our bodies are joined. The sight of my fat, green cock sliding in and out of the dark-pink petals of her pussy is mesmerizing.
“Look at you taking me,” I growl, my feral form’s deep delight slipping into my tone. “You’re doing it so well. See how pretty you are, stretched around me like that?”
She nods, biting her lip, as her chest and neck flushes. Her gorgeous breasts with their chocolate-drop nipples jiggle a little with every thrust. Gods, I’m going to spend whole days worshipping them. Years. I already want lifetimes with Jewel, not just one, and this is only our first date.
Her hips roll up toward mine, seeking her pleasure and pushing me so close to the edge. I wouldn’t be able to last this long if I hadn’t already spilled in her sweet little mouth.
I can tell she’s right there, too. Her cheeks are red now, lower lip trembling, and her pussy squeezing me in an erratic telegraph that sends bolts of electricity to my balls. To my heart. This is what I was made for, making her feel good.
I bend to brush a human-style kiss her forehead. “You’re so beautiful when you’re about to come.”
“Kiss me like a dragon,” she begs, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull my mouth to hers.
I have to curl my body to meet her demand, but the change in angle and the hot, wet embrace of our tongues that taste of each other sends us both spiraling over the edge.
I can’t hold back now. It takes everything I have to contain my feral form as I forget all my intentions and fuck her like it’s a dream, like pure wish fulfillment, because that’s what this is. My dream. My fantasy. My fate. And now she’s in my arms.
My tail slides under her, clamping her hips to mine as her whole body tightens around me. Her blunt claws dig into my back, her legs constrict around mine. Her miraculous pussy chokes my cock as it stutters inside her, filling her with hot, filthy pulses that seem to go on and on as we kiss.
Human style. Dragon style. All the styles in between.
I’ll give her anything she wants. I’ll give her everything I have.
We finish in a sweaty, exhausted tangle and stay that way, trading whispers and kisses until we fall asleep, neither of us willing to forfeit the physical contact for freedom.
The first thing I notice when I wake up is the warmth.
Not the furnacelike heat of my feral fire inside, but the soft, steady warmth of Jewel curled against me, her breath tickling the edge of my jaw.
It feels so perfect, I don’t even care that her roommate’s cat has decided to make my chest its throne.
The second thing I notice is the fluffy, black cat himself. He yawns, needles his claws right into my chest, and lets out a yowl loud enough to wake the dead.
Jewel groans, stirring beside me. “Mr. Whiskers, not now. It’s not time to get up.”
“Go back to sleep. I’ll take care of it.” I gently slide the furry alarm clock off me and lick softly across Jewel’s forehead before pulling up the blankets up to her chin.
She smiles without opening her eyes, murmuring something sleepy and unintelligible as she buries herself under the covers. I take a moment to memorize the sight of her like that—soft and satisfied, completely relaxed. Exactly how I want to keep her.
Mr. Whiskers trails me into the kitchen as I rummage through Jewel’s cupboards, looking for coffee and cat food. I’m dismayed to see little else in the pantry and fridge. The woman is living off protein bars and takeout. Unacceptable. I’ll fix that later.
I make her coffee with a splash of the eggnog creamer in the fridge and start on breakfast. Nothing fancy, just eggs and toast because that’s what she has. Mr. Whiskers finishes his kibble and watches with judgmental feline eyes, clearly unimpressed by my culinary skills.
“Hey, this is a perfect omelet,” I say defensively. He yawns and washes his face, which maybe counts as approval when it comes from a cat.
Back in Jewel’s room, I set the tray down on the bedside table and sit beside her on the bed. “Good morning, beautiful,” I murmur, stroking her hair.
Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles in a way that made my chest ache. “You made coffee?”
“And some breakfast,” I add, handing her the mug.
She sits up, sipping the coffee. Then she samples the omelet, humming with appreciation. “This is dangerous. I could get used to this.”
Good. Because you’re mine. The thought burns like a flame in my throat, the words almost slipping out. This is it—time to tell her about the alokoi bond. Time to tell her everything.
But before I can start, her phone buzzes on the nightstand. She reaches for it and groans, reading the screen. “Nooo. They need me to cover the morning shift.”
I bite back my disappointment that we don’t get to spend the day together. “That’s okay. I can come by this evening when you’re free.”
Her face falls, and she shakes her head. “I just have an hour break and then my scheduled shift afterward. I won’t be home until really late.”
The thought of going a whole day without seeing her makes my stomach churn. “Then come to the restaurant between your shifts,” I say, trying not to sound as desperate as I feel. “I’ll make you dinner. It’ll blow this breakfast out of the water, I promise.”
She hesitates, then smiles, a blush rising on her cheeks. “That sounds… great.”
I lean down, brushing my lips against hers. “I can’t wait.”