by Jill Haven
“Yes, so good,” he whispered. The low words, full of pleasure and praise, surged awake the part of me that was more dragon than man. Haiden was aroused, waiting for pleasure, waiting for me to take him, mate him, fill him with my seed.
My cock felt heavy and full between my legs and I wanted to cover him, be on top of him, have him right now. Carefully, I laid him down along the futon. The fit for the two of us should have been uncomfortable, but he seemed to want exactly what I did, and he wrapped his legs easily around my waist. His warm thighs squeezed around my waist and had me so hard my stomach trembled with it.
The way his mouth fell open when I carefully thrust against him for the first time sent a shock of bliss through my groin and lit my belly on fire with delight. My balls felt so full, and for a thrilling second all I could think about was ripping his clothes free and filling him with cum. I wanted him to smell like me and be marked as mine. He dragged me back to him with a firm hand on the back of my head, and I slanted my lips over his, kissing him until I was dizzy while I rutted against him. He matched my thrusts and thrilled me with every slide of his rigid hardness against my own. He clawed at my back and whined low in his throat, making goose bumps ripple over my body. I wanted in him so badly.
My entire body ran hot, and I could feel literal fire sending sparks up the back of my throat. “Can I taste you?” I asked, slipping my hand between us and caressing my fingers over him, teasing.
He panted and smiled, biting at the corner of his mouth for a moment. “I’d like that.” Pink crept across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose, and he dropped his gaze to my throat. “I’d like that so much.”
My cock throbbed hard where it was trapped in my pants and I found myself sliding to my knees, moving too fast. I tugged at his belt and he laughed, helping me get his fly open, lifting his ass up so that I could pull his pants down fast. He had on boxers, and dampness already formed a small stain on the cotton where his cock had leaked for me. I yanked his boxers down and peeled the clothing from his body, tossing it to the side.
He was so well-formed I could barely stand the sight. He lay there, eyelids at half-mast, with his finger between his teeth, watching me watch him.
“You’re exquisite.”
He huffed, seeming like he wanted to argue, but I wouldn’t have it. His cock was slim and perfect, like he was, with a swollen, leaking tip that flushed pinker than his cheeks and strained to point straight toward the ceiling. I slid closer and he spread his legs easily for me, making room. He was shy, but not completely innocent. He wanted me right here, touching him, and I was happy to oblige. I leaned forward and licked a stripe along the inside of his thigh toward my goal, the soft hair there a light delicious rasp against my tongue. He knew what he wanted, and I liked that. Even better, I got to be the one to have him.
His stomach muscles twitched, and he shifted his hips. He smelled so good, and I couldn’t wait to get him on my tongue. I inhaled deeply and licked beads of clear precum from the head of his cock. A low, excited noise spilled from him into the room and he arched his back, pressing closer to my lips.
“What do you like?”
“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I haven’t had anyone do this before.”
“How? You’re so amazing.”
He shook his head and I didn’t press the question anymore. I leaned in and opened my mouth over the head of his cock, flicking my tongue along the slit so I could get a good taste of the bitter drops there. I took my time, sucking gently, and he cried out, pumping up into my mouth. I opened wider and let him move. His hips gyrated in a stutter and I sucked on every slide into my mouth, holding my breath when he shoved in deep and the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.
“Wow, oh, wow,” he sighed out, and I couldn’t exactly smile with my mouthful, but I held my breath and pressed forward, swallowing around him until he was wedged into my throat and I couldn’t breathe. He yelled; a loud excited noise that made me harder than I already was. He cradled the back of my neck with a hand and squeezed. My head got light from lack of oxygen, so I pulled off far enough to get a good breath before I sucked my way right back down and let him fuck my throat again.
He thrashed, his hips pressing up, and I massaged his tight balls as they pulsed in my hand and he let out another yell, this one louder than the last. His thighs went tense and he moaned.
“Carlisle,” he sighed, and crashed back against the futon. His balls shuddered under my light grip and I pulled off, sucking. “This is so fucking fantastic.” He sounded torn apart and when I glanced up at him, his stomach shivering and his nipples beautiful pink peaks on his chest, it made me redouble my efforts.
He threaded his fingers into my hair, nails scraping my scalp, and that stoked the fire inside me higher. He gasped. “Did your mouth just get hotter?” He bucked and I was a little surprised when he pushed me back down onto him, but I let him move me, moaning.
He yelled and his hips stuttered. I wanted a taste of him, so I pulled back and thick ropes of cum hit my tongue. I swallowed and three more bursts filled my mouth before he crashed back to the futon so hard the metal frame protested with a squeak. He lay there, his pretty green eyes glossy with unshed tears. I sucked hard, wanting more of his taste, and Haiden shivered. He carded his fingers into my hair, almost like he was trying to comfort me, and finally tugged hard enough that it hurt a little to get me to stop. “I don’t want to stop. This is so good. You’re so good.”
My insides caught fire and sparks licked at the back of my throat, a pleasant sting that I craved. I could feel the shape of my dragon, feel him inside me, wanting to burst out, to claim Haiden, to keep him. My skin shivered hard and my eyesight became crisper. Haiden sucked in a surprised breath. I eased off his cock and he brushed his fingers over my face.
“You keep telling me how great I am, but I’m the lucky one,” he whispered. He looked so perfect and adoring there, with his spent cock still thick against his thigh and his stomach slick with sweat. The taste of him on my tongue sent me surging to my feet. I ripped my pants open and freed my shaft. The cool air on my cock had me hissing as I wrapped my hand around myself. I was already close to the edge and my own release began to build to unbearable levels fast.
Haiden licked his pretty pink lips. He leaned forward, pink tongue out and the sight hit me hard. Excitement had me clenching my muscles. He flicked his slick, hot tongue over the head of my cock and I tugged once, twice, and was done. My orgasm rocked me and my seed splashed his cheek, glazing his skin. He gasped and another pleasurable pulse in my shaft sent more cum onto his lips. His tongue darted out for a taste and I growled, a true dragon noise that rumbled through the apartment. I sprayed a few blasts of cum onto his face, splashed his glasses, and then I was done, unreasonably proud to have marked my mate.
My dragon approved.
Haiden ran his finger along his cheek and popped it into my mouth. One last, deep shock of pleasure tore through me. He was fucking perfect, and he was all mine.
18
Haiden
This morning I woke up in strong arms, feeling safe. Carlisle stayed with me overnight, and we folded the futon out into a bed. It was difficult climbing out from our nest of warm covers to get into the shower and get ready for work. I waited until I’d be late if I didn’t move. Carlisle surprised me by making breakfast, so that all I had to do was eat after I got dressed. He drove me over to Go Wild. When he parked the car out front, he stopped to look at me, and he smiled—his beautiful mouth twisting sexily and tempting me to blow off another day of work. Who cared if I got fired?
“I want you to be mine.” That’s all he said, and I found myself nodding while my stomach melted. He hadn’t dressed the sentiment up with Hallmark words, but the things he said meant more to me because he was so honest.
“I think I want that too,” I replied.
“I’ll await your final verdict. You can take your time. I have no plans to leave right now.” His smile had softened t
hen, and I couldn’t breathe, so I popped open the door to the car to escape the way my heart was pounding, only to be stopped by his hand on my arm. “Maybe if you saw my dragon, it would make it easier to decide?” He raised both of his bold eyebrows.
“Really? Yes! I want to see that.”
He laughed and nodded and told me that after work he would take me to the motel where he was staying and shift in the woods there.
Now, hours later, while flipping pancakes on the flattop, all I could think about was what it might mean to be Carlisle’s. He would want to be my boyfriend—or husband? Wasn’t all this happening too fast? We barely knew each other, but the electric buzzing in my chest only really settled down when he was with me. Plus, he and Jade seemed completely convinced that I could have a baby, too, so there was that to add into the mix of odd stuff to consider. Omega. The label was a weird one to wear, and more difficult to attach to myself than gay had been. Even though the possibility of carrying a baby seemed right to me, somewhere deep inside, I still couldn’t help but chuckle over it a little bit. How could I have a baby? And what if I couldn’t? Would Carlisle still want me?
I sighed and plated food to drop under the warming lights. Eric, whistling, came back and snagged them from me to deliver to customers. He used his shoulder to push back through the door without spilling food and winked on his way through. I had to laugh at him. He was happy to have me back, but I was restless in the warm kitchen. Work was familiar and stable. I knew what I was doing here, but I couldn’t stop looking out the open back door at the patch of bright sunny day I could see. Even the autumn sky reminded me of Carlisle. Knowing that dragons were real seemed to make my daily grind less important somehow, or at least less interesting.
Jade bustled into the kitchen, and I had trouble mentally meshing what I knew of her now together with the rest of my life.
“Hey,” I said to her quietly.
She smiled and stepped closer, the look on her face almost relieved, like maybe she’d been scared I’d ignore her. “What’s up?”
“So… Carlisle says he’s going to show me his dragon.”
I bounced on the balls of my feet.
“That should be entertaining,” she said. She tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear.
“When can I see you that way?”
She sighed and looked away. “You already have.”
“What?”
Her quick brown eyes darted back to snag my gaze. “When you were a kid. Do you remember? You caught me, saw me in the trees, and then you went around telling everyone you saw dragons and they were real. For weeks. I couldn’t convince you to stop. I was ready to smack you.”
I was so stunned that I nearly rested my hand on the hot flattop to hold myself up. At the first hint of burn I hissed and stuck my pointer finger into my mouth. “Oh, wow,” I mumbled. “I got pulled in by the school counselor after that.”
She rolled her eyes and got a paper towel, running it under cold water at the hand sink. “I remember. It was bad. I’m so sorry.” She came over and slapped the soggy wad of paper into my hand. I held it there.
“It’s okay. I get it. Chances are that if the humans around here knew dragons existed, they would want dragon hunting licenses. There would be dragon hunting classes. Probably best for everyone that no one finds out.”
She grinned. “That’s about the size of things.”
“Carlisle said he has a cousin who is an omega, but are there others like me that you know?”
She glanced toward the door. “Like, personally? No. I mean, sure, they probably exist, but it would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Most dragons stick to their own.”
Eric stuck his head back into the kitchen and we both jumped. “Glad to see we’re all here again, but we have customers. Miss Turner, maybe save it for your break?” Eric wasn’t pissed, exactly, but he wasn’t happy either. She nodded and went back out front, and he strode back to hand me several orders. The lunch rush crushed us, and we were busy into the afternoon. By the time I was scheduled to leave at four, I was going out of my mind. I couldn’t wait to see Carlisle shift.
One, my childhood excitement over dragons had never really died. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning, and two, after the way he’d blown my mind last night with his incredible mouth, I had tingles all over my entire body at the thought of doing that again, and this time I wanted to make him feel good too.
Jade dropped me off at the motel where Carlisle was staying, the only one near town. He sat on the stoop in front of his door reading the newspaper, the sunshine reflecting off his rich hair. It was a little chilly out, but warm for a fall day, and he was only dressed in a plain white T-shirt and jeans. He noticed me walking toward him, tossed aside his paper, and stood, his smile flickering wide, almost like he was nervous. Was he?
“Hi,” I said. That spot in my chest that wasn’t comfortable when I was away from Carlisle crackled to life, happy now, and I felt warm and floaty, like I was going down a slide. He stepped closer and pressed a kiss to my cheek, bringing the smell of soap and that aroma that was only on him—like smoke and coffee and chocolate. The smell of him alone made me feel good.
“Hello.” He brushed his fingertips along my jaw, and I shivered. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to be more beautiful, but absence sharpens love.”
The “L” word shocked me, and I ducked my head. His shoes danced around near mine. I bopped the tip of his with mine. “That’s so….” My face felt hot and I sort of felt like I would burst into flames. “Where do you get this stuff that you say?”
“Thank Shakespeare for that, but I meant every word.” He chuckled, and I glanced up. He was different today, more relaxed, but his eyes were bright. I realized I felt better, too, and maybe it was the amazing orgasm last night, but if I had to guess, I’d say we were feeling freer around each other because neither one of us had to lie anymore. He knew about my crappy father, and I knew about his dragon.
Carlisle reached for my hand and I placed mine in his. We stood there for a few more seconds smiling at each other and then he towed me toward the tree line so fast I had to jog a little to keep up. I laughed, and he squeezed my fingers with his.
Carlisle led the way deeper into the woods, and the trees closed in around us. I couldn’t see a path, but he seemed to have an idea of where we were going because he weaved around trees this way and that until I was turned around. I squeezed his hand, and he smiled over his shoulder at me.
“There’s a clearing up here,” he said, but by the time he did, I could see it for myself. The meadow was surrounded by flame red maples, and that alone would have been enough to make my breath catch, but then Carlisle let go of my hand. He ran out into the middle of the clover dotted with scarlet leaves.
“I don’t want you to be scared,” he said, already pulling his T-shirt up and over his head. My mouth went dry. I’d seen his very nice prick last night, and I’d hoped to see it again today. This, though, was so much better. His wide shoulders were well-shaped and sinewy. His pecs were hard muscle, and I realized with a shock that I’d seen his chest before. He looked exactly the same as he had in my dreams. He tugged at his belt and took a deep breath. His gaze met mine and he grinned. “I’m still me, even as a dragon, okay? I won’t hurt you.” The belt went next, and he unzipped his pants. I wanted to remove the clothes for him.
“Okay…”
He shoved his jeans down his hips and his solid thighs came into view, also familiar. Was this a dream? Had I finally cracked and gone nuts?
“Haiden?” he asked, kicking off his shoes so that he could finish taking off his pants.
“Yes?”
He slipped his boxers down. He was amazing nude, better than any statue I’d ever seen, or any porn star. His nipples were dusky pink and made me want to touch them, and his cut abs were clearly defined. The way his dick hung full between his legs, obviously happy, but not standing up on its own yet—he was just perfect. I couldn’t miss where h
is gaze had landed, either. I dropped a hand to cover my hard-on where it was tenting my jeans, for all the good that would do me.
“I’ll take care of that for you later.” He smirked and my entire body tingled hot with the promise.
I began to laugh, but the sound stuck in my throat because Carlisle had dropped his head and crouched to the ground in a smooth display of his agility. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but the way the air steamed around him like the boiling water in a pot had me shuffling away. Heat blasted toward me, not unpleasant, but definitely not a natural phenomenon.
His body rippled and a horrible cracking sound filled the air. One second Carlisle was there, and the next the heat was so intense I held a hand in front of my face to shield myself from it. When I dropped my hand, there was a dragon. I gaped. He wasn’t castle-sized like the dragons in the paintings I used to love as a child, but he was at least ten times bigger than me, just massive, and he took up a lot of room in the clearing. His scales gleamed incandescent in the sunlight, black with red jewel-like gloss overlaid. He tilted his head and his eyes gleamed golden. The way the dragon studied me made me freeze. I felt like he might eat me, for a few seconds, my brain scrambling, but then I took a deep breath and the heavy smell on the air was so comforting and familiar.
“Carlisle,” I whispered, and took a careful step forward.
The dragon dropped low to the ground and rushed toward me. Wings unfurled on his back and I panicked. He hopped toward me and came to a stop so close that the breath from his nostrils ruffled my hair. Carefully, I touched his nose. The scales there were smooth, but instead of being cold, they were warm. He fluttered his wings and I trailed my hand along his face. The tip of his long forked black tongue slipped out and swiped along the side of my neck, quick, and then disappeared back into his mouth past rows of razor-sharp teeth. I gasped.
