She perked up.
“Trip? You aren’t from a local pack or whatever dragons belong to?”
He tilted his head, but continued to put a bag down.
“We aren’t from around here. My brothers and I are warriors from another galaxy. We belong to a legion.”
He sat down, and the bed dipped under his weight.
“What type of coffee would you like? I brought several flavors suggested by the adolescent female. I personally have decided these hazelnut lattes are delicious.”
Studying the cups, she turned each one in the drink holder.
“This one.” She pointed to a cup with something that looked to be caramel.
Pulling it from the tray, he handed it to her.
“Here are several items from their bakery. Whatever you would like.”
Aisha’s stomach growled again as if it were having its own conversation with the food. Grasping her stomach, she peeked in the bag.
“If you are hungry, eat. I can cook as well, but I don’t think I’m very good, honestly.”
Pulling out a sandwich, she smiled.
“No need. This is perfect. So now that we’ve uh, you know. Maybe it’s time you explain things to me about you. Like, where are you from?”
8
“So let me get this straight. Aliens are real, and they aren’t green creepy dudes with enormous eyes? They’re hot dragons with bodies like gods and the ability to, well yeah,” Aisha said.
Deo nodded. If he was following her words it sounded as if it all made sense. She was understanding his meaning.
“Yes, although not all aliens would look like me,” he answered.
Aisha held her coffee cradled between her hands. Deo had hoped this discussion would be shorter and he could get back to pleasing her. He wasn’t that selfless, his own dick wouldn’t be complaining. Instead, she played a game of one million questions.
“Right. I get that, but my alien does look like a god. And you said you change into a dragon which, I mean, is hot.”
Hot? He hadn’t blown any fire around her. That would have been embarrassing. Or, well, it would be if he wasn’t trying. This would be another language barrier, he thought. He was very good at languages, but after learning their information on the humans was out of date, he assumed there was also a lot of outdated language. Command would hear about this, someday.
“What does hot mean? Other than you mean hot as in heat like the sun or fire?”
Aisha tilted her head. “Hm. Well, you are hotter than any human man I can think of heat-wise. I mean you’re hot, like when I look at you my panties are practically wet before you’ve even touched me.”
Deo followed her movements as she put the coffee on the small table next to the bed. Slowly she stood up, the sheet she’d cradled for the last few minutes slipping away. Deo’s nose flared at the scent of her.
Her legs straddled him as she settled on his lap.
The sweet aroma of arousal stirred his dragon and his dick.
“Hot means that you are good-looking. Beyond good-looking. You’re like walking sex.”
Odd words. Walking sex? He didn’t even bother asking. Instead, he went with the one language he couldn’t fuck up. He traced a hand up her thigh, his thumb grazing her heat as he stopped.
Her breath hitched and the scent of her need grew stronger.
“You are hot, my Aisha,” he whispered before claiming her lush mouth.
Distracted by his kiss, he teased her, running the backs of his fingers over her heat and slipping one digit between her folds to her slick entrance. The gasp against his mouth, a satisfying reaction. Yes, he couldn’t fuck this up.
His finger slid into her. Goddess, she was so wet. He stroked her, taking advantage of her legs spread wide on his lap. He was not letting this opportunity go.
Her breathing began to stutter against his mouth, and she broke the kiss to gasp in air.
He slipped in a second finger and started to stroke the sensitive spot that brought her the most pleasure.
“Deo-” she panted.
He smirked. “Yes, mate?”
She swallowed as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“I want you,” she breathed out, throwing her head back with a cry of pleasure.
His own need rolled through him as he watched her breasts tighten and her face flush pink. He needed her now.
Pulling out his fingers, he wrapped an arm around her back and stood, turning them around and laying her on the bed. He shoved off his pants in one quick motion.
He didn’t wait for her to catch her breath, he couldn’t wait for her. Her body called to him. He dipped his fingers into her once more and pulled them out, slicking his erection with her juices.
Gripping her legs, he pulled her to the edge of the bed in one quick motion. Leaning in, he claimed one taut peak of her breast as he pushed into her, stretching her, making her moan.
He pumped in and out as he nibbled one nub and then the other before he moved to her sweet mouth to swallow her next cry of desire. As his own desperate desire to mark her grew, he had to fight against his dragon, heightening his own desperation.
His frustration of denying his most basic need driving him to thrust into her harder and harder, fighting against his soul deep need.
He couldn’t claim her, not yet. Instead, he slammed into her over and over, feeling the waves of her core begin to milk him, pull from him and her cries growing desperate and yet still she would take more. She had to.
He couldn’t help his own need for her, he couldn’t quench his desperation to claim her as his, but he needed to try.
“Deo. Oh, God. Deo,” she cried.
Her voice brought on his orgasm as he slammed into her one more time as her muscles pulsed again around him. He spilled into her as he thrust one last time.
As his dick slowly stopped pulsing within her, he reached for her and held her, rolling over so she was on top again.
They lay there for a few minutes. His heart beating to match the rhythm of hers.
“Wow,” she said, after her breathing returned to normal.
He stroked her hair. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Her cheek slid across his chest as she gave a slow nod. “I think so.”
Deo paused a moment and wondered if he’d hurt her and she wasn’t being honest. This wasn’t going well. He thought tasting her would be enough, and now, well he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to fight fate’s plan.
“Are you sure?”
She lifted her head, resting a chin on his chest. “Yes. I mean. Wow, that was intense, but good Lord, yes. I am fine. I may not be walking anywhere for awhile, mind you.”
A smile crossed her lips.
“I am resisting instinct by not claiming you mate. You are infuriating and also beyond enticing. I can’t deny you your wishes.”
An idea came to him as he said those last words. How could he gain her full trust, her permission, and her love? Perhaps by combining her love of science for her curiosity of his world. Perhaps she could accomplish everything she needed to fully give herself to him and their fated life.
“Aisha,” he said, pushing back a stray hair crossing her forehead.
“Hmm?” she answered, her eyes closing.
“What if I showed you my lab on the ship?”
Her eyes opened, and he watched as her expression changed from sleepy contentment to curiosity.
“Your lab?” she asked.
He nodded and rolled them over to their sides. Pulling out as she protested, he laughed.
“I can’t think with you naked, woman. You’ve asked for me to prove myself and I want to. So, what do you say about seeing my ship and the lab that would be at your disposal?”
Deo stood up. “You will need clothing, something somewhat warm.”
Pushing herself up, she rolled her eyes. “Indulge me. Why?”
“Just meet me out back.”
He turned to head downstairs and stopped.
“Have you flown before?”
Her answer was guarded. “Yes.”
“Should I assume it was in some kind of mechanical device? A ship of some sort?” he asked.
“Where is this going, Deo?”
“I wanted your permission to fly you to the ship.” He watched her eyes grow wider in realization.
“Like as a dragon?” she asked.
His dragon started to surface, he scratched at his forearms as his dragon damn near pushed his way out. Anything to stretch their wings.
“Yes. As a dragon.”
Aisha stood up and closed the gap between them, touching the skin he scratched.
“Is this, well, this isn’t human skin. Your dragon?”
Deo looked down. He’d never had to restrain himself like this before so he’d never noticed just how his dragon appeared at different times within the shift.
The blue of his scales covered his arms. Things one never thought about.
“Yes. This is my dragon skin. I have many forms before I fully shift.”
She smiled. “Fascinating from a science standpoint. Nothing about you makes sense.” She snorted. “Well, not that shifters make sense at all. It’s magic, I suppose, not physics.”
Science, this was a language he preferred as well, but there was little to explain when it came to his dragon form. “Yes. It is magic, not physics, unfortunately. The goddess blessed those who she deemed worthy of being a warrior before we were born. We are the chosen. I assume other shifters are this way as well?”
Aisha shrugged. “There isn’t really any research. I mean, maybe there is, but I don’t think it is done with common knowledge. Just like witches and fae. I guess that’s why I’m always studying demonology. I think there is a tie between all of us. What we are comes from ancient magics mixed into the human race. I think.”
This fascinated him, that her people did not understand who they were or where they came from. He never had to wonder about his origins. He knew, as did his father before him.
“I have heard that demons have been the source of many things throughout the centuries. It also proves the other realms and worlds could be responsible for all that is possible here on Earth. But I do not question my existence as you do. I know my place. Perhaps you have not found yours, yet?”
He liked the way she studied his dragon, the way his dragon calmed for a moment at the touch of their mate.
She stroked the skin. “It’s just fascinating. I know sometimes I have to accept that there aren’t always answers. But I’m not there. I believe cancer can be cured like so many other diseases. I believe there is a reason why I am who I am. I still believe that maybe supernatural blood is the cure for human suffering and I’m not ready to let that go. I think this has always been my purpose.”
Deo wanted to hold her and make all her worries disappear, but he had a feeling that her mission, her convictions were what made Aisha his Aisha.
“I understand. I want to help you find your answers. Let me fly you to my lab?”
She pursed her lips for a moment before releasing his arm.
“So what you are saying is I get to ride you?”
Deo nodded. This was logical, yes.
Her face reddened as her body shook before a loud burst of laughter came out.
“Oh my. You are so deadpan serious and all I can think of is how, I mean, well when we, in the bedroom and I… Well, I mean, I was on top. And now, you say I get to ride your dragon. My mind is not at all being mature about this.”
Deo’s own eyes widened at what she was referring to and even he had a hard time not laughing. He knew good and well what it was like to have her on top of him. His dick was already rising to the occasion. Fuck. He needed to not go there. He’d already nearly lost his control before.
The idea that she thought that about his dragon was rather humorous and physically not possible. She’d soon see. At least laughter was much easier than skepticism and fear. It was easier than the frustrations of not claiming her.
“Then it is agreed. You will allow me to take you to my ship.” He headed for the backyard, the only place he could think to be inconspicuous. Most people would notice a large dragon in the front yard he supposed.
He paused again, just outside the door. “Aisha?“
She looked up from a drawer she’d grabbed a shirt from.
“It would be my pleasure to let you ride me in any form, mate.” He winked as her mouth fell open.
“Meet me outside,” he called back.
That was funny, he thought to himself. Deo was proud of himself. This human humor thing was becoming more and more natural.
Outside he waited. His dragon’s tail thwacking against the spotty grass yard. They hated to wait, and his dragon was growing impatient. Deo scolded the damn beast that this wasn’t the time for them to show off. Only, his dragon scoffed at that idea. Of course he did.
A bird landed a few feet away and his dragon’s head snapped up. Things just got interesting. Deo didn’t care that he was part of the animal, when instinct took control things never went as planned. The dragon snuck up on the bird, slowly crawling on his belly.
Well, at least it kept him from getting impatient and trying to stir up trouble with the neighbor’s dog.
He crawled forward, slower as he got on the tail feathers of the bird. Once they were right behind the oblivious creature, he blew air out of his snout and scared the tiny thing. His dragon was just about ready to take off after it, when it caught the scent of Aisha and heard a feminine sigh.
“I wanted to tell you how impressed I was at the dragon, because well it’s obviously you, Deo but really?”
The dragon turned around and sat on his haunches, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. Deo wanted to roll his eyes at the pathetic display, but deep down he too just wanted to be near their mate.
“I really thought you’d be more scary,” Aisha said.
His dragon smiled.
“Oh. Never mind. I. Yeah. Don’t do that.”
His dragon stood on all fours and moved closer to her. Communication would be much easier if they were mated. Which obviously wasn’t going to happen this time around.
“How do we do this? Me, getting on?” she asked.
Deo had his dragon lower himself and put a leg out, hoping she’d use that to boost her up.
Aisha tilted her head and then shrugged. Walking forward, she put a foot on his arm and scrambled up his side.
His dragon twisted around, trying to see that she was safe.
“Okay. Giddy up?”
His dragon’s chest rumbled with laughter as he took off into the sky.
9
Well, there was no time like the present to get an MRI.
Her hair was windblown, and this was a ship. All right. This was real. Probably. Deo had offered her the chance to see a lab with more technology than she could imagine, and yet she hadn’t actually believed him. Because you know. Aliens.
Right. Maybe she should have started drinking before she got on the dragon. Ha. She laughed at the whole idea. Like she needed to drink. She’d just ridden on a dragon.
What was a bigger deal? Dragon or ship? Dragon or ship? Tough choices. Should she call her therapist? No. Two outcomes and neither sounded good. Either the therapist would believe her and call this in to the government, or the more likely option is she would call her nuts and push more pills and maybe a new stylish straight jacket.
“I’m on a spaceship? Like an actual ship that goes up there?” She pointed up. Deo eyed her kind of funny. Okay, maybe she was acting a little strange. He had told her the truth. Only, until this moment she’d thought he was using metaphors or something. I mean, spaceship. Sure. Okay. And alien. And a dragon.
But one never actually believes anything until you’re standing in the entrance of said ship. Or maybe she was still in denial of a dragon. Aisha had thought Deo as a human was hot, but in his dragon form. Well, hell, it wasn’t legal to think of an animal t
hat way. But seriously. All that raw power. Maybe it was just that it was Deo under the powerful blue beast. A sexy, godlike man that could make her wet by a simple look. She’d have jumped his very naked ass right now, except well. Spaceship.
“What do you think?” he asked, as they started down a hallway.
Think. Did one think about the interior design of a spaceship?
“Rustic?” That was all that came to mind. What had she expected? A saucer maybe? This appeared pretty roomy and looked more like an aerodynamic camper or something. Really, it didn’t make any sense.
“My lab’s down this way.”
Her feet moved, but her brain was on vacation right now. A moment in curiosity got the better of her. “What is that?” she asked.
Deo looked over his shoulder. That’s what you call a kitchen, but really, it’s our common area.
She nodded.
A few more feet and another door.
“What is in there?”
Deo shook his head. “Would you like a tour first?”
She couldn’t nod her head fast enough.
“You will soon enough know the ship, so if this makes you happy, I will show you.”
It made her happy, or at least took the edge off of her crazy. This was nuts. Seriously. She was on a spaceship. They walked into what he called the kitchen. But truly it was large enough for a cafeteria? Spacious.
“How many of them are there?” she asked.
He glanced back, a hint of a smile as his eyes went from man to dragon. “Dragons, you mean?”
Aisha nodded. She wasn’t there yet, saying the words.
He shrugged. “On this ship there are six of us. We are the ones who need mates but have yet to find them. There are more of us, some mated. Some still young enough they do not need a mate yet. They remain back home.”
She nibbled on her lower lip as he walked across the room to a small area of shelves. Damn, he was good looking and knowing what he could do to her just made him that much better.
The lights were low, but she saw him sliding fabric over a leg. Pants. Well, dang it. She was really enjoying this view.
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