And if she accepts me, why in the world am I still sitting here? I should be claiming my mate. I should be following her.
I should be easing the flames of my desire in her ripe little body.
What bigger sign did he need than a woman grabbing him and kissing him as if she was meant to do just that? If that wasn’t an omen of good fortune, he wasn’t sure he’d ever see one.
Viktor jumped up from the ledge, ignoring the pleasure-pain feel of his slacks rubbing against his erection. If he wasn’t careful, he’d explode prematurely and not make a very favorable impression on his future wife.
“Bless the fates,” he whispered, entranced by the movements of her ass as he hurried to catch up to her. Biting his lip, he moaned, “Mm-hmm.”
A passing blonde woman glanced up at him as he made the sound. A small smile of amusement crossed her features, only to turn into a look of invitation as her eyes darted over him, stopping at the obvious mass between his thighs. Viktor nodded politely, but the pretty woman didn’t interest him. He was on the hunt for something much finer.
He’d been in New York for a week, spending all his time at Belvedere Castle in Central Park. At first, when he had the vision of a castle, he’d been confused about being drawn to America. The New World wasn’t exactly known for its castles, at least not like Europe was.
United States, Viktor reminded himself. No one seemed to call it the “New World” anymore.
He’d really been working on assimilating his speech to blend in with the modern-day language. But there were some things he couldn’t decipher no matter how hard he tried. Like, what exactly did f’shizzle my n’izzle mean? For the life of him, Viktor couldn’t figure that one out and it was driving him mad.
Crazy, not mad. They say crazy now. Mad means anger. No, wait, it sometimes means anger. Ugh, curse this time.
In his opinion, language had taken about as bad a turn as fashion had. The only time one would expect to see undergarments hanging out of someone’s pants was in a brothel. Now every third person he came across seemed to have more than what could be deemed appropriate pulled out for the world to see.
You’re showing your age, old man. Six hundred is hitting you hard, isn’t it?
Even as he thought it, Viktor wasn’t feeling very old. In fact, he was downright frisky. The redhead’s scent was drifting to him. She wore perfume, not a lot but just a light floral scent that smelled so nice compared to the suffocating city air. His nostrils flared and he felt a jolt of desire go to his already sensitive loins.
Gods help me, I hope she likes it rough. After a century, I don’t know that I can take it easy on her.
Viktor picked up his pace. As if she sensed him, she glanced over her shoulder. Her round green eyes met his. The closer he got to her, the more he detected how hot and ready her body was for him. Part of it was his natural aphrodisiac at work and part of it was just the natural chemistry that was between them. When she kissed him, he could practically feel the sparks landing on every inch of his flesh. This woman had passion.
His woman.
His.
Primitive feelings of possessiveness curled inside of him. His body wanted to take flight, sweep her up and cart her away to a private cave where he could spend hours slaking his need in her soft body. The animal in him reared its antiquated head, trying to surge forth. He had to fight to hold it down, knowing that already his eyes would be glowing eerily. The animal in him would try to take a woman in dragon form, but to do so would be disastrous. If his size now would be a great stretch for any woman in human form, the dragon’s scaly dick would split her in two. However, the fact didn’t keep the primal beast from trying to have its fun.
Viktor wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He might desire her with the driving force of a hundred thoroughbreds, but he didn’t know her, really know her. Was she vain? Petty? Heartless? Conniving? Or was she kind? Did she have a heart of gold, a heart aching to be loved as his was? His hand trembled.
Does it honestly matter? With a smell like that how can I deny her?
It was torture not to touch her. He gave her an impassioned look, knowing full well the reaction it used to have on women. With the glowing in his eyes, how could she resist his fervent pull? Whatever worries he had about forgetting how to seduce a woman fluttered away when he saw a shiver work over her spine. He grinned.
The mighty Dracodomus brothers never lose their touch when it comes to women. A hundred years and I still got it.
As if feeling his urgency, the sexy redhead picked up her pace. Viktor’s heartbeat sped in his chest, almost feeling like he used to as a young dragon on the hunt. Only his prey was much more delectable than anything he’d find in the Jotunheimen Mountains and she definitely had much sweeter hindquarters. Viktor licked his lips, tilting his head slightly as he stared at the redhead’s delicious backside. There were so many things he’d like to do to her and he’d always been partial to a great ass.
“Soon, my sweet,” he whispered, his gut so tight he wanted to roar fire with the need inside his loins. “Soon I will put an end to this torment inside us. Soon I will lay claim to every inch of you. Your cunt, ass and lips will be marked as mine.”
Soon she would be his. Very soon.
Chapter 4
Samantha picked up her pace before daring to glance over her shoulder. The handsome stranger was still there. She’d been a New Yorker all her life and knew better than to mess with strange men she found lying around in Central Park. Then why in the world was every fiber of her being telling her to slow down so he didn’t lose sight of her? To make sure he followed her to finish what was started between them?
Conflicting thoughts warred within her. Unsafe sex, bad. Mmm, but pleasure, so very good. He’s so hot. This is wrong—run! Are you kidding? Slow down, let him catch you and have his wicked way with you. Or, shoot, have your wicked way with him. He looks like the type of man that can be ridden until sunup.
Run, this is crazy.
No, stop!
Shit! What do I do?
A light sheen of sweat formed over her flesh and she couldn’t tell if it was from the brisk walk or the incredible kiss she’d shared with the delicious stranger. Either way, if she didn’t find release soon she’d surely die from need. Selfish desire and the promise of mindless passion were fast winning over sanity and logic. Before that moment, she would’ve laughed had anyone said they were horny to the point of death. Now she knew it was entirely possible to perish from arousal.
Each step sent a small jolt of pleasure from her clit over the rest of her body. It was enough to tease her but not a sufficient enough amount to bring any real satisfaction. Samantha bit her lip, trying not to moan as she passed a sidewalk performer with a grinder monkey. The creature jumped off the man’s shoulder and started squealing at the top of his lungs, running in circles like demons were after him. The performer yelled at the animal to stop, but it didn’t listen.
Glancing back to make sure Mr. Tall, Sexy and So Very Handsome was still following her, Samantha ignored the monkey and his trainer. Birds squawked overhead, seeming louder than normal. The creatures took to flight, their wings beating audibly as they sped away. Samantha barely paid attention to any of it. She couldn’t, not when the heat in her body was about to erupt into molten lava.
All she could seem to think about was getting the stranger naked and beneath her—his thick cock hammering into her until her pussy was raw. She shivered to see his narrowed eyes planted firmly on her ass. The orbs seemed to glow with an inner light. He licked his lips, as if picturing something truly wicked and naughty that he’d like to do to her. It would seem her stranger had the exact same thoughts on his mind that she had. Never had she reacted in such a lustful way to a man. Her body sizzled with need—the need to fuck, to be fucked.
Samantha’s heart pounded in excitement and just a trace of fear. With each step she took, the organ beat faster until it thundered so loudly in her chest she couldn’t hear anything else.
Her body had never reacted like this to a man. All she could think about was the primitive urges centering in her pussy. The sweet taste of his kiss was on her lips, the pleasure of it like a euphoric drug that shot ecstasy and need throughout every one of her senses. She smelled only him, the natural scent of his body. Picturing him in her mind, the images like an underground porno flick, she barely noticed the park. Her ears strained to hear him and her flesh tingled to touch him.
At that moment, he was her everything.
Anticipation made her giddy. Her breathing deepened. Suddenly, she realized she’d stopped walking. She was near the street, just on the edge of Central Park. How long had she been standing still in the rolling sea of the crowd around her? Fear gripped her as she thought that she might have lost her chance with the stranger.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art was close to her, its tall columns towering high over the sidewalk. She glanced over it, not really caring about the building as she was instantly drawn to where the stranger waited for her. He was close, standing on the top of the museum steps. His eyes bored forward, piercing her to her soul, beckoning her to come to him.
Without question, she slowly obeyed, approaching him. He kept his attention trained on her, as if calling her forward. His body was rigid and it was like she could feel the need and desire radiating off him. His lips parted, so firm she ached to have him talk dirty to her before latching onto her clit so she could ride his face.
“Samantha Egan,” she said. Her voice sounded strange, as if it came from outside herself. She wasn’t sure if it was passion or fear that made her tremble.
“Viktor Dracodomus,” he answered just as simply. His low tone was accented, but she couldn’t quite make out where he was from.
Viktor, such a perfect name for such a perfect man. Kiss me, Viktor. Take me. Fuck me. Take your big cock and pound me until I scream!
What had gotten into her? One word and suddenly she was a sex-crazed maniac on the verge of tearing off her clothes in public and demanding he service her cunt like she was a whore?
Viktor’s firm lips parted and she needed more of his sweet taste, needed it like her body needed blood. Her clit ached and she longed to feel his delicious mouth between her thighs, eating out her pussy. Unable to control the urgings in her body, Samantha flung her arms around his neck and pulled him into her kiss. She struggled with him for control of their passionate embrace as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. With each brush of their lips, the more turned on she got until she was sure her thighs would explode from the pressure.
Viktor groaned, pressing his tight erection against her stomach. She felt the impossibly long, thick length of his shaft but was too far gone to be scared of the amazing size. New York faded until there was nothing else—only Viktor and what he was doing to her.
Suddenly, he pulled back. He was breathing as hard as she was. Samantha had the presence of mind to blush at the way he was looking at her, desperate and pleading. His dark eyes held a sultry fire in their depths, so real that it looked like flames actually wrapped around his pupils for a brief moment.
His eyes narrowed as he glanced around. “I’m not sure of your laws, ma’ aphania, but I cannot stand to be interrupted by one of your lawmen again. Is there somewhere else we can go to be alone? I wish to make love to you, my body is burning to do so. Your smell, it’s in my head.”
Viktor’s dark eyes glanced down. She followed the movement. His giant cock bulged against his pants, straining to be free. And, oh, how she wanted to free it for him.
Samantha looked up at the museum, feeling a little shy as she suggested, “There’s a private room close to the American Art collection that we can use. We’re almost guaranteed not to be interrupted there.”
“You are sure of this?”
Samantha nodded. “I was…ah…let go from here last week. I gave the tour of that section. No one ever goes into the room.”
Without further question, Viktor grabbed her hand and hurried up the stairs, practically running to get through the door. Luckily, the line wasn’t long and they were able to get in relatively fast. Samantha glanced over her shoulder as she held tightly onto Viktor’s hand, taking the lead as she pulled him toward the American Art collection. The room was empty as they went in. Turning, she gazed into his dark eyes, feeling as if she really knew him, which was impossible because he was a stranger.
Maybe that was part of his appeal. She didn’t know anything about him. There was nothing to think about, nothing to be discouraged over. So many times she’d meet a man only be put off by his ideals or his manners. With Viktor, there was no time for her to change her mind or find a reason not to like him.
Viktor surged forward, capturing her lips eagerly with his as he walked her further into the room, kissing her deeply until he touched every inch of her mouth.
“I love this museum and this really is a great collection,” she said, breaking the kiss long enough to speak. Gesturing to the side, she didn’t bother to look where she pointed and neither did he. “Over there is John Singer Sargent’s painting, Madame X.”
“Mm, interesting,” he agreed, not bothering to turn from her. His eyes dipped to her breasts. “I love fine pieces of art.”
“And over there is…” she moaned slightly as he interrupted with a swift kiss, “…Washington Crossing the…a river. I can’t think what it’s called right now, but it’s really famous.”
“Fascinating.”
Samantha shivered, feeling the vibration of that one word along her lips. Viktor captured her mouth again. She continued to lead the way, barely able to focus on where she was taking him. Finally, she stopped. His actions became more aggressive as he pressed her up against a wall. Samantha reached for a doorknob, not paying attention as she pulled him inside the small, unlocked storage room. The area was hidden from the public and wasn’t used for much more than storing a few tables and chairs. It didn’t matter. It had a wall and it was private.
Viktor pressed her into the hard wall. The length of his chiseled body fitted to hers, firm and tight, until every flex of his strong hips seemed to grind his erection into her softer stomach. Her pussy was wet with cream as she parted her thighs to let him rock more intimately against her. Dry humping had never felt so good and she enthusiastically thrust her hips so that her pussy rubbed against his thick shaft, sliding along his clothed erection and wishing their pants would just melt away.
Her mind wandered and she found herself thinking wicked thoughts. The room spun until she wasn’t sure if she spoke them aloud. “My cunt is so wet for you. Ah, yes, Viktor. Fuck me.”
“You like that,” he answered, confirming that she was speaking aloud. “You want me to conquer every inch of you? You want to feel me prying open your cunt like never before?”
He ground his cock along her slit, stimulating her sensitive bud through her clothing. By the feel, he would indeed pry her open. Her lace panties added friction to his movements, tweaking her heated pussy just right. Samantha moaned into his mouth, lightheaded from his deep kiss and unwilling to break it to get air. There was something about his taste, like he was pouring his emotions into her, making her so randy she was about to come with just the taste of it.
Feeling an orgasm close, Samantha finally tore her mouth away from his. She lifted a thigh along his hip and he grabbed it eagerly, holding her open. There was so much heat and friction, she suddenly didn’t care that they weren’t naked. She arched her back against the wall, rocking uncontrollably against his thick, hard cock. The impossible size of it only turned her on more. The man was positively huge, like a battering ram waiting to crash its way inside.
A growl sounded in the back of his throat. He found hold on her breast, squeezing the mound as he pinched her nipple hard. It was too much stimulation. Her body exploded and she gasped, unable to scream as her mouth fell open. Cream poured out of her, soaking her panties. Viktor rode her orgasm, keeping it going as he pumped his hips along hers. How she wished he was embedded insi
de her, coming along with her!
Suddenly, he grunted and jerked and she felt liquid heat soaking the outside of her pants. Amazed, Samantha realized he’d come too, releasing enough seed to soak them both. Even in the light of her intense climax, she didn’t want to stop. He kissed her again and the pleasure only intensified.
His hard cock pressed into her and she was surprised that it hadn’t appeared to lessen in size. By the look on his face, he was ready to keep going. The idea that he could fuck all night excited her.
“Maybe we really shouldn’t… Ah,” Samantha tried to protest in a moment of sanity, “do this here.”
She pulled at his shirt, trying to free him of it. In the back of her mind she knew that they were in a public place, but was it wrong of her not to care? In fact, the danger of being caught only added to her urgency.
Viktor chuckled, pulling back as he cupped the sides of her face. He breathed as hard as she did. “Ma’ aphania, you are right. I dishonor you by taking you like this. Forgive me.”
Samantha felt as if she’d been kicked in the gut. What man in his right mind turned back now? Wasn’t she—the woman—supposed to show the control? Her blood ran rampant in her veins, until every inch was flooded with desire. Could it be the one release had been enough for him? She only wanted more.
“I should not have given so much of myself to you,” he continued, his eyes dipping to look at her mouth. His accent was thick, but she made out his words through the sound of blood rushing in her ears. He breathed heavily, only to let out a small moan as he controlled himself. “You must forgive me. Your kiss took me by surprise and I gave you a great deal of myself.”
Huh? But, we’re just getting started. There is no way we’re stopping now.
“I will leave you,” Viktor said, drawing back with what looked like a lot of effort.
“Forget what I said. You can’t leave me like this. We’ve gone too far.”
“No, you were right to tell me to stop.”
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