He’d gone down on her on the rock, now it was her turn. She leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest. “Stay still.”
His odd, intense, otherworldly eyes bored into hers. “Whatever you want, princess. As long as it’s soon!”
She hummed low in her throat. “Oh yeah!” Then she leaned forward and nipped at one bronze nipple.
“Fuck!” She felt his cock grow impossibly larger against her belly.
“We’ll get to that,” she assured him. Then she sucked his other nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
“Damned straight, we will!” His breathing was harsh, fractured, and she could tell it was taking a whole lot of willpower for him to keep his hands on the car and not move.
She trailed a line of kisses down his belly, rimmed his navel with her tongue. When she reached the sparse nest of hair above his cock, the only body hair he seemed to have, she inhaled deeply, soaking in the scent of his musk mingled with the traces of her cream and his cum from before. “Stars, yes!” She had to taste that cock, never mind that she knew he wasn’t all going to fit in her mouth.
He bucked against the car, his hips coming away from the fender as she licked her way up his shaft, tasting every inch of his skin along the way. She’d never been with anyone so big before and she wasn’t about to waste any of it. She wrapped one hand around the shaft, unsurprised when her fingers didn’t touch in the back. Her other hand slid downward to cup each of his heavy balls in turn. She was delighted to find them drawn up tight and taut.
The tip of her tongue circled the flared head of his penis, tracing the underside of the glans before running up along the slit and licking up the thick drops of pre-cum that beaded on the tip. His taste was salty and slightly bitter but hit her like a drug, making her pussy clench and her knees wobble. Unable to wait another instant, she sucked the entire head into her mouth, wrapped both hands around his shaft and squeezed.
Bram literally saw stars in front of his eyes when she slurped his cock into her hot little mouth. She set up a rhythm with her hands, rubbing up and down in time with the swirls of her tongue and the suction of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and he had to lock his knees in place so he didn’t slide down the side of the car. He was pretty sure his claws were going to leave marks in the hood of his prized possession, but right now he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when Twyla was doing her best to swallow his cock. He felt it bang against the back of her throat and she gave a pleasant hum, sending waves of vibrations through his penis and all the way up his spine.
He wasn’t going to last this time either. Fucking her mouth was another way to mark her as his and every cell in his body was determined to do that, with or without his brain’s consent. She kept making little noises as she sucked him hungrily, like she couldn’t wait to taste a mouthful of semen. Her plump, sexy lips caressed the outer rim of his glans and her busy fingers were hitting every nerve ending up and down the length of his cock. He groaned out loud as his balls drew up even tighter, preparing to spurt down her lovely throat.
“Fuck, yes!” He heard the screech of metal as he pulled his hands away from the hood. He retracted his claws and relaxed his hands so he could bury them in her hair. He gently gripped her scalp and held her head in his lap. He tugged a little on the hair, wanting her to know he was paying attention and she moaned again, deep in her throat, all the way around his cock. He pushed in a little farther, stretching her jaw, and pumped his hips.
“Now!” Even he wasn’t sure if it was a command or a warning, in case she wanted to pull back before he erupted. Instead, she took her hands off his cock and dug them into the muscle of his ass, holding him close and deep. She swallowed, forcing his cock farther down her throat and swallowed again, the muscles of her throat milking his penis. That was all it took and he let out a full dragon roar as he shot down her throat, spurting jet after jet of cum into her mouth. Each time she swallowed it triggered another spurt until, completely spent, he fell back onto the hood.
Or so he thought. He learned otherwise when she crawled up his chest and impaled herself onto his still semi-hard cock. Her wordless little cry and the sudden spasming of her vaginal walls around him had him fully erect again in a second. Damn, they were liable to kill each other before they ever even made it out of the fucking parking lot!
Bram stopped driving his cock into her and lay on his back on the hood of his car with a limp pixie sprawled on his chest.
“You okay for now?” He wasn’t, not even close, but he figured he could just about make it to Manayunk before he fucked her again. He wasn’t even going to pretend it wouldn’t happen again the second he got her behind a closed door.
“Yeah.” Her answer was little more than a sigh against his chest.
“Then let’s get you home, princess.”
“’Kay.” She stretched and peeled herself off him, grinning when their skin stuck together for a second. “Or we could go to your place. I’ve got a roommate.”
“My place it is, then. If you don’t mind.”
“I know I should just go home and try to sort out what the hell is happening here. But I don’t want to, Bram. I want to be with you tonight, wake up with you in the morning.”
“Hell yeah!” He had an idea about what was going on, but didn’t think she was ready to hear it just yet. For that matter, he wasn’t sure he was ready to acknowledge it yet either. He hopped down from the car and pulled his pants up, while she smoothed his shirt back around her curves.
He handed her into the passenger side and was pleased when she scooted across the wide bench seat to sit in the middle even though he knew it was a bad idea with his control the way it was. He slid in beside her and dropped a kiss onto her forehead. “Over there. The way this is going, we don’t dare risk touching while I’m trying to drive. I want us in one piece when we get to my place.”
Which reminded him of her wrists and wings, damn it! She moved to the far side of the seat with a rueful chuckle. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea.”
“First, give me your hands.”
She paused in the middle of strapping on her seat belt. “Why?”
“Dragons can get kind of rough during sex. So our saliva has a hormone in it that reduces pain and promotes healing.” She held out both hands and he took them one at a time and swiped his longer-than-human tongue gently around the abrasions on her wrists. “Better?”
“Just drive. Fast.” She slumped back in her seat, breathing heavily.
“How do you know the mayor?” He figured it would take about fifteen minutes to get to Old Town. Ten if there wasn’t a lot of traffic. That was plenty of time to get to know each other, wasn’t it?
“He’s put together this task force of paranormal advisors. It’s a cool idea and it’s soothed out a lot of the racial tensions in the city, even if most of the humans don’t know we exist.” She paused and tipped her head. “I wonder why he doesn’t have you on it.”
“Because I’m on his other task force. Paranormal Enforcement. He uses us if somebody’s getting too out of line. I’m actually a paid member of the police department, but we report directly to the mayor.”
“That’s cool.” She nodded. “So he made you come to the party too. What were you doing in the park after?”
“Looking for my sister Dana and her coven.”
“Me too. The coven, I mean. My friend Katie is a witch. I think I’ve met a woman named Dana at one of her parties. Is she a half-dragon, too?”
Bram nodded, merging into traffic at the highest speed he considered safe. “Different mothers, but both human.” Time to change the subject. He didn’t really want to discuss any more about dragon family relationships. “So what are you doing in the human realm? Pixies don’t come over here all that often.”
He saw her shrug from the corner of his eye. “I like it here. Sometimes the Pixie Court can be kind of—confining.”
“Court, huh? So you really are a princess.”
“Nope. I didn’t. But when I saw you in that crappy witch costume, my first thought was that Pendleton had goofed. He should have cast you as a fairy princess.”
“Not fairy, but close.” She gave another little laugh. “Just like I knew you weren’t a real vamp, but you were just as dangerous.”
“Never to you, baby. You know that, don’t you?”
Maybe not physically. He might like it rough, but she knew he’d never really inflict damage on a partner. But what about to her heart? Twyla chewed on her lower lip and stared out the windshield of the muscle car in silence. She’d never fallen for a guy like this—not ever. And even though she couldn’t have pulled back from him if she’d wanted to—which she really didn’t—the whole idea of a relationship was still almost as scary as the damned satyrs.
He parked in a small brick-paved lot in the oldest part of the city—a place where some of the streets were too narrow to accommodate a car. She loved this part of town, the mellow red brick of the buildings had always seemed so warm and cozy. Bram led her down one of the narrow lanes to a three-storey townhouse. The soft glow of the streetlamps showed a red-painted door and a bronze doorknocker in the shape of a dragon. She touched the metal sculpture, admiring the sleek lines that managed to convey both strength and courage.
“Truth in advertising?”
He laughed. “A bit. The humans just think it’s a piece of artwork. And if any of the non-human bad guys come snooping around, I consider it fair warning. Nobody’s tried to get past the wards on the place and break in yet, anyway.”
He unlocked the door and drew her inside. A lamp glowed from the parlor off the tiny foyer, showing a comfortably furnished room in keeping with the three-hundred-year-old character of the house, but not fussily so. Before she could look any closer, Bram closed the front door behind him and scooped her up into his arms.
He took a few long strides into the parlor. “Not going to make it upstairs this time, princess.”
“Good.” She was already wet, just from sitting next to him in the car. She didn’t want to wait.
After one deep, wet kiss, he set her down on a plush sofa then strode over to the fireplace, which already had logs and kindling waiting in the grate. He pulled back the screen and blew gently, his fiery breath igniting the newspapers and twigs. Then he replaced the screen and stood before the hearth on a thick, fluffy fake bearskin rug. “Come here.”
She didn’t even have to think about it. As she moved toward him, she pulled his shirt off over her head and tossed it aside. “Your wings are gorgeous.” She’d seen them in the moonlight and the parking lot, but now the flickering flames reflected off their metallic bronze scales. They were bigger than hers, muscular, with pointed tips and tough, scaled membranes. She reached out a hand to touch the sleek folds, pleased when he shivered at her touch.
“So are yours. How badly do they hurt?” He took her by the shoulders and turned her around so he could examine them. His voice was low and resonant, thick with desire.
“Not much.” They were pretty scraped up and more than a little bruised, but not seriously torn.
“Poor princess.” He dropped little kisses and licks along her small dragonfly-shaped wings, the drug in his saliva soothing the sore spots. She looked down at her wrists and realized her burns were more than half healed already. Damn, he should bottle the stuff. She moaned when he took the sensitive tip of one wing into his mouth and laved it with his tongue. The pleasure it gave her was both relaxing and sexual. Meanwhile one of his hands snaked around her hip to palm her mound.
“I’d love to tie you up again, but I don’t want to hurt your wrists.” He licked up her spine between her wings. “So we’ll save that for another night.”
There was going to be another night? Thank the gods and goddesses! He could tie her up anywhere, any time he wanted. She even had some velvet-covered handcuffs he could use. But right now she wanted him inside her without anymore fun and games. Her legs gave out beneath her and she sank to her knees on the rug. “Now, Bram.”
He followed her down, kneeling behind her. He bent his head to her ear to nuzzle and whisper. “Lean forward on your elbows.”
Oh yeah! She bent forward at the waist and braced her elbows on the rug, which canted her ass upward. The fluffy rug teased her nipples as her breasts swung beneath her. Bram’s hands gripped her hips and his rock-hard penis grazed her butt before he flexed his hips and drove inside her weeping pussy in one fierce thrust. He was so deep he seemed to fill up every bit of space inside her.
He leaned over and nipped the point where her neck met her shoulder. The sensation was so erotic and compelling she pushed back with her butt, driving his cock even deeper into her already-pulsing cunt and cried out his name.
“Twyla!” He straightened his spine and pounded his cock into her pussy, hard and fast and deep. She gripped the rug hard with her hands, rocking back against him as each stroke rubbed her hyper-sensitized nipples against the artificial fur. Another mini orgasm shook her body each time he filled her. “Take me inside you, Twyla. Take all of me.”
“Everything,” she vowed. “Anything you want. Just keep fucking me like this forever.”
“Always!” She knew it was just sex talk, but she’d never wanted to believe anything more. “You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine!” With one more deep thrust he sent them both over the edge into a screaming kaleidoscope of an orgasm and colored lights burst around the room like fireworks. Her pussy contracted hard to grip his penis tightly, trying to milk every drop of his hot, spurting seed. She whimpered when he pulled out after the first rush to pump himself with a fist, but it turned to a moan of pleasure when he cried out her name and sprayed the rest of his cum all over her back and wings and ass.
Chapter Three
She fell forward onto her arms, her pert little heart-shaped ass sticking way up into the air. He let go of his still-hard cock and used his tongue to spread her juices and his semen around her vulva, then all the way up to her puckered rosebud sphincter.
“Temptress.” He used one hand to rub the head of his cock up and down the crack of her ass. “You’re even wet back there.”
“So do it.” She wiggled her ass, tormenting him even further. “Just be careful, okay? You’re not exactly small.”
“Be very sure, princess.” He leaned over and let his hot breath caress her throat. This was it, the final step in the mating ritual. He’d marked her neck with his teeth and her skin with his seed. He’d come down her throat and spilled into her womb. If he fucked her in the ass, he’d be bound to her forever. And every fragment of his being wanted that, wanted those bonds with a desperation he’d never dreamed it was possible to feel.
But he discovered that he couldn’t make her his without her permission. The choice had to be hers.
“If we do this, it’s the same as a marriage vow to a dragon.” He was so hard he hurt, so aroused his words were barely intelligible. “So be very sure you want to be a dragon’s bride, princess.”
“Are—are you proposing to me?”
“I guess I am.” And if she didn’t say yes, he wasn’t sure he’d survive.
“You’ve never done anal before? Is that what this is about?” Her tone was curious, but her breathing was as ragged with desire as his own. “You can fuck my ass without marrying me. I want you in every way I can get you, Bram. Even there.”
“Goddess!” He hadn’t thought he could get any harder, but he was. “It isn’t that. I’ve played more sexual games than you can imagine. But dragons have this whole sequence of things we do when we find our perfect mate. And princess, we’ve already gotten to all but this one. This is the last step. Afterward it will be too late to change your mind.”
“Perfect mate?”
Shit, had he really said that out loud? Too late to take it back now. “Yeah. Fucking perfect. For me. If you let me comple
te the ritual, I’ll never be able to let you go. And both half-dragons and pixies live for a really long time.”
“So I can look forward to several hundred years of your alpha-male bossiness?” She rolled so swiftly he didn’t have time to react. Then her wide, tear-bright green eyes were looking up into his.
“Yeah. I’ll try to control it, but I doubt I’ll always succeed.” He’d try to be an understanding mate, but it was his nature to be dominant, protective. And she was a pixie, a being who needed to be free. What the hell was he thinking to fall for her?
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “Is this something you want, Bram? Or just some physiological thing you think you need?”
“It does involve a physical reaction for me, but it’s not involuntary, and it’s not arbitrary. It’s happening to me now because I want you.” How could she doubt it? “From the moment I laid eyes on you in that damn witch outfit, I knew you were something special. Yeah, there’s some weird biochemical or maybe metaphysical link between us. But it’s not just physical. I like you, Twyla. I already know you’re brave, you’re a fighter and you have a hell of a sense of humor. You won’t let me run roughshod over you and you’ll give every bit as good as you get. But if you don’t want me, aren’t willing to have me as a part of the rest of your life, I’ll walk away right now, even if it kills me.”
Tears leaked down her cheeks but she made no move to wipe them away. Every bit of her attention was focused on Bram’s strong, handsome face. His fangs were out a little with his pupils slightly elongated. She wondered abstractly if he knew that happened during intensely emotional moments—how sexy it looked.
She’d never planned to marry. Most pixies weren’t into long-term commitments. She’d come all the way from her mother’s kingdom just to gain her freedom. But to deny Bram—to give him up—would hurt more than if someone ripped the very wings from off her back.
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