Chapter Seven
Trey
I transformed into my hybrid Dragon form in a blink and shot up into the air with her in my arms. No way I was giving her a moment to second guess this. It took minutes to arrive back at Derek’s and I strode into the house still carrying Angelica, her legs around my waist.
Every nerve ending was hot and alive with the sensation of her body against mine. The slide of her with each movement was blissful torture. When I reached the bedroom and kicked the door shut, I set her on her feet, and reached for her dress as she took my face between her hands and pulled our mouths together.
The first touch of her lips was a lightning strike to my body. This wasn’t a gentle first kiss; it was barely a kiss really. It was more of a devouring, all teeth and tongues. Our hands grasped and pulled at clothes, tearing buttons and fabric until the front of my pants was hanging open, her sun dress ripped and her nails were scratching my scales. That was when I realized that I had no idea if Angelica wanted my Dragon form or my Mundane one.
“What form?” I breathed as she nipped at my throat.
“I don’t care.”
“She said it, let me out. I can show her pleasure.”
You have to be joking.
My Primal side growled but didn’t argue. Neither of us wanted to hurt our mate.
“Angelica…it’s…I’m…”
“Dragon…the hybrid one. Let me see you.”
It was the only pause I was going to give her but she had to be certain about this.
“Are you sure? I’m quite large in that form.”
I expected a dig at my ego but instead Angelica bit her bottom lip with a mischievous glint in her eye right before she plunged her hand into my open jeans and cupped my cock through my boxers. An obscene moan shot up my throat and I couldn’t help but thrust against her hand, fully extruded.
“I want it,” she breathed, “if you’ve got lube. I don’t…I mean, women of my age can have trouble getting wet.”
I chuckled and framed her face with my hands.
“My cock takes care of the lube.”
Her lips parted several times before she got any words out and even then, it was gasping.
“You…your… it, um…how?”
“Take it out and see for yourself.”
It was a dare and she knew it. The light passion in her eyes was brightened by a stubbornness as she rose to the challenge and got on her knees in front of me, just like I’d dreamed of so many times.
Her mouth was kiss bruised, hair mussed and the front of her dress was open, revealing a pair of tits barely contained by the pink bra she wore. That’s when I had to admit that whatever I’d conjured on those lonely nights was a pale comparison to the real thing in front of me.
When she saw the large bulge in my boxer briefs her eyes widened, pink tongue darting out between her lips. A surge of precum left my tip right then as I tried, and failed, not to imagine the heaven of her hot mouth.
My sheath was now bunched at the base of my dick, creating a knot for my mate. Usually my egg sacks would also be swollen, making my knot quite large. But I was a runt and therefore sterile; my sacks were empty, my knot small for a Dragon. For the first time in my life it didn’t bother me that I was different, I didn’t fear a female not wanting me because of it. Not only would Angelica not know any different, but she was a Mundane female, and not used to taking a full Dragon-sized knot.
Slowly, like she was savoring the anticipation, Angelica lowered my boxers. When my cock sprang free, she covered her mouth when a nervous laugh escaped.
The blunted tip was coated with precum while the fine, spiny filaments that ran along the entire length were starting to seep the lubrication that would not only make it easier for her to take me, but also act as an added aphrodisiac. My cock was a darker shade of blue while the filaments were gold, especially when they were wet like they were now.
“I…that’s…,” she stammered.
“Having second thoughts?”
From the hungry look in her eyes I knew she wasn’t, but I loved teasing her, watching her face get that determined pinch around the eyes.
“No, but I do have one question.”
My hands were balled into fists at my side and I was seconds from grabbing her hair and guiding her to my cock.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“What does this,” she ran a finger along the underside, collecting the lubrication from the filaments, “taste like?”
I sucked in a sharp breath and glared down at her grin.
So she wants to play, does she?
My inner Dragon crackled with delight at the thought of torturing our mate with pleasure, and I let some of his growling chuckle out before I answered.
“It’s an aphrodisiac,” I said, giving her the chance to change her mind.
When her grin only widened, I snagged her wrist with my tail and brought her fingers to her lips.
“When did you get that?” she gasped, regarding my tail.
It wasn’t an appendage I liked to show to many since it was incredibly sensitive and tended to either freak people out or attract the kind of attention I didn’t want from most. But from Angelica, I would welcome the innate curiosity Mundanes seemed to have about what my tail could do.
“I thought you wanted me as a Dragon,” I teased, swiping some of the lubrication off my cock with my tail and prodding her mouth with it.
I was taking back some of the control she had tried to snag when she’d swiped her fingers down my cock. And from the glare she gave me, Angelica knew it too.
Just when I thought that maybe she wouldn’t want the full Dragon experience, Angelica opened her full lips and didn’t wait for me to slide the spade-shaped end of my tail into her mouth. She sucked it down, swirling her tongue around the end.
“Oh fucking hell, you…stop or I’m going to…,” I groaned through grit teeth.
My tail slipped from her mouth, wet and gleaming from her saliva, and the little minx grinned at me like she’d just won the war.
My cock throbbed and more lubricant seeped from the fine spines all around it, causing my dick to look like it had been dunked in some kind of creamy liquid. I scrambled to remember what the hell we’d been talking about before when Angelica swiped her fingers along the filaments again and sucked down more of the lubricant like it was a treat.
“Angelica,” I warned with a growl.
Her blue eyes danced with glee.
“It’s sweet but with a bite, like…” she chuckled, face starting to flush crimson. “Like the cinnamon candy I used to love as a kid.”
Oh yeah…right, the taste. Fates below, what this woman does to me .
I didn’t tell her that a Dragon male’s physiology changed in certain ways for their mate, particularly a fated one. And that one of those ways was the taste of our lubrication. It surprised me that it had happened before we’d even consummated but I was more proud than anything that my body was pleasing to my mate.
“But I might be wrong,” she said with false wide eyed innocence. “I think I need a bigger sample.”
Her finger ran along the top now, then the sides. Each swipe sent an ever increasing wave of sensation coursing through my body. Precum thickened on the tip as I barely kept myself from throwing her to the bed. I was panting by the time she sucked her fingers clean again,
“I swear to the Fates if you don’t— fuck! Oh, yes…fuck your mouth is…!”
She didn’t even give me a moment to breathe, to prepare, nothing. Angelica dove onto my cock like an addict needing a hit. She didn’t hesitate to take me to the back of her throat on her first pass, her cheeks hallowing as she paused, keeping me in sweet agony for an eternity before slowly easing off me to the tip. She held me there, licking and sucking, before once again lowering herself as far as she could.
And the entire time, her eyes were locked onto mine with rapt attention as she unraveled me in a matter of seconds.
“Angelica,” I grunted, and my fingers dove into her hair.
When I pulled back slightly, she let out a moan that nearly made me spill like an adolescent in its first rut. In an attempt to get some control, to make it clear that she wasn’t the only one that could torture in this little fuck buddy relationship we had, I slid my tail up her dress.
I was rewarded with a gasp against my cock and her eyes widening as I dipped into her panties.
“If you don’t like this,” I rasped, “then hit my leg twice, got it?”
She nodded as much as she could with my dick almost to the back of her throat, and I slide the end of my tail through her wetness.
The reverberation of her groan sent shock waves up my spine and I damn near spilled myself then and there. But I kept it together, my tail finding that hot, wet cunt of hers and matching shallow thrusts to her passes over my cock.
It was no time at all before I had her grinding down on my tail, moaning as she worked me with deep, torturous passes of her hot mouth.
When it was clear that we were both the verge of going over the edge, I eased her off me and slid my tail out of her pussy.
Ignoring her whine of protest, I picked her up only to drop her unceremoniously on the bed. I couldn’t think of anything but being inside of her, couldn’t speak unless it was a rumbling snarl.
My talons shredded her dress in my haste to get it off her. I mumbled apologies as my teeth removed the shredded remains.
“I don’t fucking care about the dress,” she panted, bucking her hips into empty air, searching for me.
When I had cleared the final remnants of her clothes, I paused to take in the sight of her in nothing but a matching set of lacy pink underwear and bra.
“Fuck…you’re so beautiful. And I’m sorry about this.” I growled and snipped the bra in two.
“Trey, what…Oh my god!”
Slowly, I used a talon to scoop one ruined cup of her bra off her breast, then the other, letting my nail graze her skin enough to scratch but not make her bleed before I retracted them. Then I stared down at my handy work,cupping each breast and reveling in how they filled my palms.
They were two perfect globes tipped with large, rosy nipples surrounded by lightning shaped stretch marks. I’d never seen anything more erotic, more perfect than these breasts. I massaged and pinched them, laved their peeks with my tongue. Back and forth until they shone with my saliva and were darkened from my attentions. I sat back to look at her, spread out before me, her hair a golden fan behind her head, face flushed. There were red trails down her neck and to her chest, scratches from my teeth and talons.
I traced one scratch from her jaw down to her nipple and she drew in a sharp breath. I wanted to tell her that these marks meant she was mine, that I would never let her leave a room without them so everyone could see that Angelica Dearborne was claimed. But that wasn’t our deal, and my chest ached with that knowledge.
“Trey?” She reached up and trailed her fingers over my stomach.
Before she could touch my cock, I seized her hand and pinned it at her head. I dragged a slow gaze down her body, memorizing the way her skin glistened, the swell of her stomach, and the fan of silvery stretch marks around her belly button and the horizontal scar just above her pubic bone. I traced it with my talon, knowing that here was where her children grew, and her breasts were where they were nourished.
“I wish I could’ve seen you swollen with child,” I said before I could stop myself. “I bet you were breathtaking.”
“I was,” she said without hesitation.
And I grinned up at her, loving her confidence and how unashamed she was of her body. Not once had she tried to hide any of herself from me and I was glad. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Painters would die to recreate this body, it was perfection in every defined muscle, every soft roll, every scar.
I dragged my tongue along the marks on her belly, nipping at her hips and dragging the scant fabric of her panties off her with my teeth before taking my index finger and slowly drawing a line with my talon from the top of her panties down to the cotton crotch, the sound of the ripping fabric a harsh undertone to our panting breaths. I tore them down the middle exposing her mons. The blond curls were damp and this was the first time she shied away from my touch, attempting to close her legs.
“I didn’t think you’d go down on me our first time together,” she admitted. “Most men I’m with don’t.”
“I want to know what you taste like, smell like, feel like. I want it all.”
“Greedy, are we?”
I gave her a feral grin, my eyes glowing.
“You’re about to get fucked by a Dragon, if you didn’t know what you were getting in to before, you’re about to.”
I pressed her legs open until her cunt was spread open to my gaze. My tail wound around one of her ankles to hold that leg up, while my other hand did the same to her other leg, fingers digging into her flesh.
“Look at this pretty pussy, wet and just begging to be licked. Hands up by your head. Keep them there or I’ll tie them.”
I half expected arguing but instead Angelica did as I told her. The headiness that her obedience gave me could not be understated. This woman listened to no one, but in this moment I was her master, her God.
“Good girl,” I purred as I nuzzled her inner thigh. “You smell like…”
Home.
“…heaven.”
She was trembling the closer I got to her center and I looked up from between her thighs to see her biting her bottom lip.
“Relax, I won’t do anything you don’t want.” I ran my palms along her thighs and hips, up and down.
“It’s just…been a long time and I’m…nervous. But I’m also really horny… you weren’t kidding about your dick, were you?”
I chuffed out a laugh, ran my hand up her body and held it, palm up on her chest.
“Hold onto me, I’ve got you.”
She let out a nervous little laugh and grasped my hand. It meant everything that she trusted me in this moment. She didn’t know it, but I was the one person in all the world she could trust. It was hardwired into me to protect her, serve her, please her. I would do anything to make her happy, endure any hardship, face any danger.
But if I told her this, she would spook, tell me that it was a sign that I wouldn’t be able to walk away later. So I would just have to show her instead.
I planted soft kisses to the inside of one thigh while caressing the other, my mouth and fingers verging closer and closer until I was there. I ran my nose along her slit and gave her slow lick.
Her back arched off the bed with a soft moan. I watched, taking in every breath and flutter of her eyes as I reverently supped at her center. When her hips started to pulse I knew she was lost to the sensation, no longer distracted by her nerves, though she held onto my hand as if I were her only anchor.
I retracted my talons and swiped my fingers around her opening as I veered ever closer to that sensitive pearl. I was teasing her, winding her up because I wanted her to beg me for this.
When her other hand came down and grabbed a hold of one of the soft spikes on my head, while she was grinding against my face, I knew I had her right where I wanted. Yet still, I didn’t go where she was trying to make me.
“Trey, please!” she whined.
“There, was that so hard?”
She grunted and shot me an irritated glare while I grinned up at her, my mouth shining from her arousal. Her mouth opened like she was about to let me have it when my lips closed around her clit and I sucked. Her eyes bulged and Angelica let out the most beautiful, trilling cry I’d ever heard. I pumped my fingers once, twice and on the third time, her channel pulsed around me as her cries echoed in the room, her back bowing off the bed.
I lapped up every ounce of her until she was a sobbing mess. Only then, when she was breathing my name like it was the only word she knew, did I slowly kiss my way up her body.
“Holy…fucking…shit,” she panted, grabbing a hold of my face and seizing my mouth with hers.
She drank the dregs of her release off my lips and bit me, her fingers digging into my scales like she was holding on for dear life.
“That was…I’ve never been able to come like that.”
“Ever?”
“No…but I’m still…I shouldn’t be but I still want.”
I couldn’t help preening with the knowledge that I’d given Angelica something no one, not even David, could. But when she started to wiggle and writhe under me, I realized what else she was saying, and a wave of guilt hit me.
“It’s the fluid.” I framed her face with my hands and made her look at me. “My semen will counter act it, it’s a…Dragon mating thing. The first time, the aphrodisiac can be strong, I’m sorry I was so keyed up I didn’t think—”
She stopped my apology with her mouth slamming onto mine.
“Just fuck me, Trey, explain later.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t you ma’am meeee…!”
All I did was run the tip of my cock through her, but the small hit to her clit was enough to have her eyes rolling back.
Seeing her like this, begging me, her legs spread and body so open to me, was enough to turn off every single worry I had. The only thing I could think of was the place where our bodies met as I slid my cock into her.
We both let out a ferocious groan and I hadn’t even gotten halfway in yet. The filaments weren’t just for lubrication, their soft, rubbery texture stimulated the channel of most females, adding extra sensation. It was heaven for me as well, the tightness of her channel stimulating each one as I moved.
“Look at me,” I panted.
“It’s…I’m…feeling everything…”
The passion that had lit her up to this point was starting to veer off into fear now, the sensations overwhelming. So I scooped one arm under her and held her to me as I whispered reassurances into her ear. Angelica wrapped her arms and legs around me as if I was the only thing keeping her from being swept out to sea.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, pulsing into her further and further. “It’s alright…just let go. I’ll catch you.”
“Trey,” she sobbed, “I’m…it’s all…”
“Look at me, Angelica,” I said, holding myself back from rutting her by the slimmest margin.
Her eyes latched onto mine.
“I’ve got you and I’m going to make you feel so good. Okay?”
“O-okay.”
She pulled my head down to her and took my mouth in hers, whimpers escaping with each little thrust into her.
“Please…now,” she begged.
I sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Fates, knowing I couldn’t have held back much longer and began to plunge into her, deeper and harder each time. It took our bodies a few awkward collisions to get the rhythm right but when we did, I surrendered myself to the eye of the storm we’d created.
The entire time, Angelica looked into my eyes, once again trusting me to keep her safe even as I shattered her with pleasure.
By the time I hit the end of her, I was lost in a feral haze. All I could think of was mating her, driving so deep, filling her so fully, that no one could doubt she was mine. Her body rose up to meet me until the slap of our bodies punctuated the savage growls I was expelling onto her skin. My mouth was everywhere on her shoulders, her chest. I knew I was as deep as she could take me, but I need more.
I took her legs and put them over my arms so her knees were nearly at her chest and began to pound into her. The sound of my name fell like a prayer for mercy from her lips and I answered it by reaching between us and pressing onto her clit.
Angelica let out a scream that rolled around me, seconds before my body lit up with fire. I hadn’t intended to knot her; it was a deeply intimate act for Dragons, more than just sex. It was a bonding. When a female accepted a knot, she was accepting the male’s claim.
I hadn’t realized that I’d knotted her until a second wave of release hit me, this one intended to expel my eggs, of which I didn’t have any. This was shorter but no less intense and I roared up at the ceiling, my talons shredding the bedding under us.
My mind was foggy; everything in the world, the room we were in, the sounds in the house, it was all nonexistent. But every single inch of my body that touched Angelica’s, the way her cunt gripped my cock and knot, the smell of her cum and mine mingled, her breath on my body, the salt of tears on her face, it was overwhelming.
I kissed and licked the tears from her face, crooning sacred oaths into her skin. She couldn’t understand the Draconian language I was speaking, but I yearned for her to know what was overflowing in my soul.
And then it hit me: she was crying.
Panic seized my heart and I sat up as much as I could with my knot still inside of her.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she whispered, her fingers tracing my scales on my face, and the way she looked up at me…
I could almost believe that I was seeing love in her eyes.
“Was it too much, the aphrodisiac? I think it will get better.”
She laughed, the most carefree sound I’d ever heard come out of her. It made a smile bloom on my face and I propped myself up enough to half lay on top of her while my knot deflated.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is for a woman my age to orgasm once during sex much less three times?”
“Wait, three?”
“Well, the last two might’ve been one big one, but I’m not sure.”
My grin widened and she smacked my arm.
“Don’t go getting a big head,” she chided.
“Oh I won’t, I’ve got a big dick so that’s enough.”
She laughed again, full throated and uninhibited. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. I wanted to make her do it all the time, every day for the rest of our lives.
I ran the back of my hand across her cheek and let the love in my soul seep out of my gaze. I would keep hiding it, but right now, in this sacred moment, I needed her to see some of it.
If it bothered her, Angelica didn’t show it. Instead she ran her hand up and down my arm and shoulder, as if she were memorizing my scales.
“You’re beautiful,” she murmured.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
“You could have anyone, why me?”
“Why not you?”
“I’m complicated, I have baggage.”
“Everyone does.”
She paused, her smile turning sad.
“I’ll break your heart.”
I swallowed, unable to hide behind the sardonic wit that had served me so well up to now. Her words opened up a wound in my soul, one which I’d been ignoring since the night I’d left her a year ago. She hadn’t chosen me then, even though I’d asked her to. And she was determined not to choose me at the end of this either. I had just bet my very soul on the slim chance I could convince her to accept me as her mate. And I didn’t have it in me to regret it.
“I know,” I whispered and brushed soft kisses across her mouth, accepting my fate.