Chapter 12
TWELVE
CARINA
I’ve never been one for being jealous. Especially when it comes to a man, but damnit, I didn’t like Britnay touching Pyro. Not in the least. I wanted to rip her hands off him, but I kept my composure. I wasn’t about to get into a cat fight. Though I’m sure the guys would have found it hilarious.
No, I just plopped down in my mate’s lap and ignored the bitch as much as I could. I remember Britnay from school. She didn’t recognize me, and that’s a good thing. She was the worst back then and seems things haven’t changed. Once a hoe, always a hoe.
That’s not something I say lightly or against those who have the profession of sex workers. There’s a huge difference between the two.
“You ready to get out of here?” Pyro asks, his fingers glide along my thigh.
“Yeah.” I nod. I’m more than ready to get to his room at the clubhouse.
“Then let’s get going,” he says, standing with me still in his arms. Instead of putting me down, he shifts me so one arm is around my back, the other hooked under my legs. “You’ll have to ride on the back of my bike to the clubhouse.”
My heart quickens at the mention of riding with him in excitement. I’ve wanted to ride with him, to experience the thrill of it all, for weeks now. “Is it okay with me in my boot?” I blurt out, not thinking.
“Not ideal, but it’ll get you to the clubhouse. Once you’re out of it, then we’ll see about putting you on the back of my bike for a longer ride.”
“Awesome,” I breathe.
“You like the idea of riding with me?”
“Of course. I’ve never been on a bike before. Is it like flying? I love it when Baba lets me fly with him.”
Pyro stops just outside the bar and looks down at me, brows creased. “You’ll love riding on the back of the bike, but it’ll be even better when you fly with my dragon. From now on, we’re the only one you fly with.”
His eyes flash with fire, and I sense his dragon close to the surface. In the weeks past, I’ve been able to shield my thoughts from him, but I’ve also started to notice the sensations I feel coming through the link from him.
“Why couldn’t I fly with Baba?” Not that I would, but he’s my granddad, and I’ve always had a connection with him while we flew. Would it be better with Pyro? I’m sure it would be. I’ve seen the way my brother is with his mate. My Baba with Bamba.
“Because my dragon won’t have it any other way. He’s clawing at me to get out, even now talking about it.”
I haven’t seen his dragon since the day we first saw each other in the air. “I’d love to see him again,” I murmur before I can think better of it.
Pyro’s nostrils flare, and his eyes seem to glow fire. “You’ll see him, Sweets. You’ll get the chance, trust me on that. Right now, though, we’re going to get to the clubhouse, and you’re gonna prop your leg up and take it easy for the rest of the night.”
I’d much rather be doing something entirely different than resting. Instead of telling him this, I nod and lay my head on his shoulder as he carries me the rest of the way to his bike.
He surprises me by not setting me down next to it, but rather on the back of it.
Pyro swings a leg over, cautious not to bump against my hurt one.
Not even a full moment later, he has the bike revved and hits the throttle.
I don’t really know much about bikes. Honestly, I don’t know anything about them.
But when he pulls out of the spot and onto the road, I don’t care.
Riding behind Pyro, my arms wrapped around his waist, the wind whipping around us, I’m loving every bit of it. Nothing else matters. It’s like when I’m in the air on the back of my baba’s back while he flies. It’s beautiful. Thrilling. There’s nothing to it—complete freedom.
I love riding, and this is just a short ride at that. I didn’t think I could enjoy something like this, but here I am, enjoying it. Maybe it has to do with the fact I’m with Pyro.
The pull to this man, not just that he’s a shifter, or a dragon, but the man himself, grows with each passing day.
Those first few weeks sucked because I felt trapped, ignored, and unsure of what was happening.
After our conversation at my grandparents’, we’ve really gotten to know each other better.
There’s still a lot we don’t know about one another, regardless, it doesn’t change what’s growing between the two of us.
Before I know it, Pyro’s pulling through the gates at the clubhouse and parking. I start to slide off the back of his bike, only to have him stop me.
“Wait,” he orders quietly.
I nod, and he gets off first, then scoops me once again into his arms. Rather than carrying me into the clubhouse, he carries me behind it to where there’s a clearing and sets me on my feet.
“He’s refusing to wait,” Pyro says, stepping back, stripping out of his tee and jeans, toeing off his boots, pulling everything off.
One moment he’s a beautiful man who I can’t stop admiring the way he looks, the next he’s shifted, and becomes the amazingly gorgeous black dragon. The very one that matches the ones I have tattooed on my body.
I stare up at the dragon as he lowers his head, eyes on me.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, taking a step closer.
The dragon blows steam and shakes its head. “No rides tonight, Sweets.
I laugh at the sound of Pyro’s voice in my head. He hasn’t had access to my mind lately, so he doesn’t know what I’ve been thinking. Nor did he talk to me like this.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, holding a hand out, my hands itching to touch him.
“Touch me as much as you like,” he rumbles in my head and lowers himself farther. His long neck stretched toward me, head raised marginally off the ground as his massive body relaxes.
I run my hands along his scales, loving the warmth radiating off of him. Even when it’s cold out, he’s always warm, but now, he’s hotter. His beauty is remarkable, and I can’t get enough of him. I want so much more.
To fly with him.
To have sex with him.
To feel him over me in the most intimate way.
To finish what he started at the hospital and complete the bonding between us. Something about the thought of him completing what’s between us feels right. Feels like the most wonderful thing. So much so, it sends shivers down my spine.
I want him. Not just the dragon. Not just the man. I want all of him. All of whom Magnus, aka Pyro, is.
“Can you shift back now, please?” I breathe, stepping back enough to meet the dragon’s eyes. “I need you.”
The words are barely audible, but I know Pyro hears them.
In the next second, he’s standing before me, pulling me into his arms, his mouth on mine, tongue dueling, and his hands move down my body, stopping at my hips to grip them tightly.
The sensation of his hot skin against mine sends electric currents through my veins.
His touch is like fire, burning away any doubt I might have had when it comes to what I want.
Pyro is all I need.
“Tell me what you need,” he growls against my lips, his breath mingling with mine. The heat radiating off him was warming me even more.
“You,” I whisper back. “All of you.”
Pyro lifts me once again, careful of my leg, and carries me toward the clubhouse. The moonlight casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp intensity in his eyes. Those eyes that seem to burn with an inner fire, matching that of the dragon’s I just touched moments before.
We pass through a side entrance, avoiding the main area where others might be gathered. The hallway is quiet, dimly lit, and Pyro moves with purpose in the direction of his room.
Pyro’s powerful stride moves quickly as he approaches his door.
Without letting me go, he opens his door, and in one fluid motion, he steps inside, kicking it shut with a bare foot.
With him being naked, it’s a good thing no one saw him, but with being a shifter, I’m sure the guys around here are used to it.
Doesn’t mean I want the skanky hoes seeing what I’m finally getting to see with my own eyes.
With only a few steps, Pyro gently lays me in the middle of his bed. His body coming over mine.
“This okay?” he asks, his voice rougher than before, deeper, eyes locked on me.
“More than okay,” I breathe, unable to look away from his eyes. The heat in his eyes made my skin tingle with anticipation.
“Your leg . . .”
“Is fine,” I insist, reaching up to touch him, to feel his hard body, “Please, Pyro. Don’t make me wait. I need you.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he dips his head, lips devouring my own once more.
I can’t resist keeping my hands on him. Moving them up his stomach over his shoulders and stroking along his back, holding onto him as if my life depended on it.
“Fuck, Sweets,” Pyro murmurs, breathing heavily, after ripping his lips away from mine. “I need to get you out of these clothes. You’ve got too much on.”
“Yes, please,” I utter breathlessly.
I thought he might strip my clothes away, but he doesn’t. What he does is way, way hotter. Claws extend, and he rips the clothes right off of me. The only thing he doesn’t shred is the boot that he gingerly removes from my leg.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes shift up my body, taking in all of me.
“You won’t hurt me.” I’m not a virgin by any means, but I’ve never been with a man like him. Definitely not a shifter. “Please, don’t stop now.”
“I’m only just beginning, my sweets.” Those intense eyes lock on mine as he shifts between my legs, ever cautious of my leg.
It doesn’t hurt, but it does feel achy. I spent a lot of time on it today when I shouldn’t have. But it was nice not to be on crutches.
With eyes locked with mine, Pyro comes over me.
I thought he might kiss me again, which he does, but not where I thought.
Instead, he peppers kisses along my torso, upward to between my breasts.
Bracing himself on an elbow, he brings one hand up and tweaks a nipple at the same time his lips wrap around the other.
A gasp leaves my lips, and my back arches off the bed.
Oh my.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
He continues to touch me, to drive me wild with just his fingers and mouth. Pyro takes his time exploring between both breasts and kissing my chest and stomach.
Finally, he shifts downward, settling in with my legs spread wide.
“Fuck me, you smell amazing.”
A shiver courses down my spine, and I feel myself grow wetter as he speaks those words against my core. The feeling feels different from what I’ve ever felt before when it comes to being with a man. Maybe it’s because we’re mates. It has to be that.
“Stop thinkin’ so much, Sweets, and lay there while I finally get to enjoy eating this sweet pussy,” Pyro starts, his voice rough and rumbly against my entrance. His breath tickles me, making me crave him even more.
“I can’t help it,” I pant as he flicks his tongue through my slit and moan. “Oh Goddess.”
Pyro groans against me and keeps at it, licking and sucking on my clit. My fingers go to the back of his head to hold him where I need him most.
Two fingers slide inside me. He thrusts them deep, crooks them, and hits just the right spot that has me seeing stars.
“Magnus,” I cry out, my back bowing, the orgasm of all time consuming me.
I barely take in Pyro’s moving, his fingers leaving me, his body coming over me. His cock pushing inside. His cock stretches me, filling me so deeply.
“Fuck me, Carina, I love your taste. Nothing better. Being inside you just might kill me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Unable to process words, I moan and hold on for dear life as Pyro moves, sliding nearly all the way out to slam back inside me, thrust after thrust. My body is on fire, and I love it.
Pyro easily sends me spiraling into another orgasm. My body bows off the bed, and I don’t even recognize my own voice as I scream for him.
“Fuck yes, Sweets, your pussy is like a damn vise. Squeezing the hell out of me,” he growls, thrusting harder.
Before I can come down from one release, I’m already being built up for another, and I tighten around him, loving the sounds coming from his throat. He’s amazing. The best that I’ve ever felt before.
Tilting my head slightly, I offer him my neck, eyes on him.
Pyro doesn’t ask questions. He knows what I’m offering.
It’s what I want. I want him. I want to complete what he started, and by doing this, we’ll officially be bonded and mates.
Not just halfway. This is me accepting what fate has deemed to be.
Pyro shifts onto his forearms, holding himself up so he’s not laying his full weight on me. His mouth brushes kisses along my jaw line, down to my neck, and as he thrusts inside me, his teeth sink into the crease where my neck meets my shoulder.
I scream, my body lighting up like the hells of fire, but it doesn’t hurt. I’m completely enraptured in this moment. My body is alive with such intensity. I can feel all of him. His emotions. His soul. Everything between us seems to snap into place that was only woven partially together.
We’re one whole that was once two halves.
It’s beautiful.
Suddenly, Pyro’s body stills, his cock pulsing inside me, his release shooting out of him. A groan leaves him as he continues to stay latched to my neck.
Breathing heavily, my body humming with the experience of having Pyro, I know I’ll never forget this moment. It’s much too special for me ever to forget.
With him, I know I can let down all the walls and let him know me for who I am, and he won’t judge me. Not now. Not ever.