How to Date a Dragon

by Ashlyn Chase

  Drake hadn’t expected this slow seduction to appeal to him, but it did on many levels. The heat inside him built more slowly, and he finally felt like he had total control over his shift. That didn’t mean he was reacting any less. His balls were tight and his blood was pounding. When she took his cock in her hand, he had to force himself to breathe.

  “I see we have a situation here,” Bliss said.

  “A situation?”

  “A situation that might need my attention.”

  “Oh, yeah. I think you’re right.”

  Bliss slid down the bed until she was at eye level with his cock, stroking it the entire time.

  He thought he might explode right there. “I should point out that this ‘situation’ is entirely your fault. If you weren’t so damn sexy—” He gasped when she took him into her mouth.

  Her hair dark fell forward, obscuring his view, so he swept it back over her shoulder. Watching and feeling was almost too much stimulation for a man or dragon to bear. He had to close his eyes for a moment. He was rigid, hot and ready. Too ready.

  “Bliss, honey. I can’t take much more.”

  She eased her mouth off his throbbing cock and kissed the swollen tip. Then she tongued his hole and he almost short-circuited. He grasped under her arms and hauled her up, then flipped her so she lay looking up at him.

  “That mouth of yours is sheer magic. Let’s see if I can do the same for you.”

  He bent over her breast and circled the hard nipple with his tongue. When he covered the entire areola with his mouth and sucked, she arched and moaned. His hand found her other breast and cupped its fullness, then he stroked her nipple with his thumb.

  After thoroughly suckling one breast, he switched to the other. She breathed out his name as he moved. If possible, she moaned even louder when he latched on to her nipple and gave equal attention to that side while adding a rub to her clit.

  “Oh, God,” she rasped. “I need you—inside me. Now.”

  He let her breast pop out of his mouth and grinned. “I believe in giving a lady what she wants.”

  “In that case, I want to be on top.”

  Drake had no objections to her taking control. If their situations were reversed, he’d want to watch her face as they made love too. She might want to watch his eyes for a change in color, or perhaps she just wanted to gaze into them, but either way he was ready to let her.

  She positioned herself over his hard erection. She sank her slick channel over his length, and there was no question about her readiness to accept him. Incredible sensations took his breath away for a moment. Then he grasped her waist and let her ride him how ever she wanted. They made eye contact and didn’t let go. A wicked little smile teased the corners of her mouth, but her eyes burned with passion.

  As the pressure built, she changed her tactic and moved in a circle, grinding down on his pelvis. A sudden spike in pleasure brought on the inevitable tingles at the base of his spine, signaling a sweet release was imminent.

  “I can’t hold on much longer, Bliss.”

  “Then don’t. Just let go.”

  “You’re coming with me.” He rubbed her clit and she bucked like a wild horse. At last, she doubled over and howled just as he spilled his seed. The pleasure that ripped through him was more powerful than anything he’d ever felt before. “Good God!”

  Bliss tumbled off to one side, breathed out, “That was amazing,” then panted like she’d run a marathon.

  He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her damp forehead. “Indeed it was.”

  They lay happily sated for several moments, allowing the air to cool their overheated bodies. When Bliss cuddled closer, he grabbed the sheet and dragged it over them.

  “Your eyes didn’t glow this time,” she said.

  “Not to worry. All of me is glowing inside right now.”

  They held each other in silence, basking in the lovely serenity for a few minutes. Bliss eventually stirred.

  “I guess we can’t lie here all day, as much as I’d like to.”

  Drake chuckled. “I know what you mean. I’m a little hungry. Can I take you out for a late dinner?”

  “That sounds perfect. I’d like to go home and change, though.”

  “Really? You don’t want to wear your uniform out to dinner?”

  “I would if it were cute and didn’t smell like beer.”

  “Gotcha. I’ll walk you home. And because tomorrow’s your day off and I don’t have to report for duty until five p.m., why don’t you pack an overnight bag?”

  ***

  The following morning, Bliss awoke to bright sunshine. She and Drake had made love so many times during the night, they’d slept in to recover. Trying not to disturb her still-sleeping boyfriend—or dragon friend—or whatever, she rolled over and was about to get up when she noticed a male figure sitting on the end of the bed. She shrieked and pulled the sheet up to her neck.

  Drake sat bolt upright. “What’s the matt—Oh, it’s you,” he said to the man-angel who’d rescued her from Zina’s clutches. “Bliss, this is Vulcan, a friend of mine. There’s no need to be afraid.”

  “Vulcan? I—I’m not afraid. I’m stark naked under here. Jeez, guy. First you pop in on me while I’m sitting on the potty, and now I wake up to you sitting on the end of my boyfriend’s bed. What is it with you? Don’t you ever knock?”

  Vulcan gave her an indulgent smile. “I’m sorry, but it was necessary.”

  “How do you get through locked doors? Is that something Vulcans can do? Can you do that mind-meld thing too?”

  Vulcan cleared his throat. “I’m not that kind of Vulcan—but let’s not focus on me. You have bigger problems.”

  “Why? What’s wrong?” Drake grabbed his underwear off the floor and tugged it on while exposing his tight butt.

  Bliss had no hope of reaching her clothes, which were on his side, so she pulled the sheet loose and wrapped it around herself.

  “It’s Zina. I’m afraid she got away,” Vulcan said. “I searched all night, but wherever she is, she’s managed to conceal herself quite well.”

  “Shit,” Drake said. Then he looked at Bliss. “I’m sorry. Please excuse the language.”

  “If you hadn’t said it first, I would have.” She focused on their unexpected guest as she rose. “So, now what?”

  “Now you can take precautions. I imagine she’ll show herself again. Perhaps more directly. I have the feeling she’s becoming more desperate. I’ll stay with you, Bliss. Drake, you should be safe as long as you’re surrounded by people. I doubt she’d reveal her supernatural identity in public.”

  “Why not?” Bliss asked. “If she’s getting desperate, why wouldn’t she use all the powers at her disposal?”

  Drake picked up the rest of his clothes and tossed them in a hamper she hadn’t noticed. It was neatly concealed in his nightstand drawer. “Because paranormals know better than to do that. There would be far-reaching repercussions.”

  “But what if she just loses it? She seems easily unhinged and doesn’t care about anyone but herself.”

  “If she was caught, can you imagine what would happen to her?” Drake exchanged a look with Vulcan, making her think there was more to it than just government experiments. Drake crossed to his dresser, grabbed a pair of jeans from the bottom drawer, and hopped into them.

  “No, I can’t. Why don’t you tell me? We promised to be honest with each other, didn’t we?”

  Vulcan groaned and looked away.

  “What?” Now I know there’s definitely more to it. But would she be able to drag it out of one of them? She sighed, then thought about how her mother always advised that she’d catch more bees with honey than vinegar. Maybe she could try that approach.

  “Drake, my darling, my love, what is it you’re not telling me?”

  He bit his lip and loo
ked to Vulcan as if distressed. Vulcan raised his hands, palms up. “Don’t look at me. You’re the one who made that stupid promise.”

  “Stupid?” Bliss was indignant that this whatever he was would call total honesty in a relationship “stupid.” It made him seem less like an angel. Maybe he was some kind of demon, but why would Drake call him a friend?

  “No one is saying honesty is stupid, honey. It’s just that some things require the right timing or circumstances.”

  “And some things are on a need-to-know basis,” Vulcan added.

  Obviously, she didn’t need to know whatever they were trying so hard not to say. Bliss bit out the word, “Fine,” between clenched teeth, then grabbed her overnight bag and stomped off to the bathroom.

  Chapter 15

  When Bliss shut the door a little firmly, Vulcan looked at Drake and shrugged. “I’ll never understand women.”

  “What’s so hard to understand? She knows we’re hiding something and deliberately keeping her in the dark. Considering it may have to do with a crazy she-dragon who wants to kill her, I think she has a valid point.”

  “But you cannot tell her about the Council. Mother Nature’s adamant about that.”

  “I know. I wasn’t planning to do that anytime soon.”

  “Is that how you keep your promise to Mother Nature and also manage total honesty with Bliss? I’ll tell her… but some other time? Like on her deathbed?”

  Thinking about Bliss dying brought him up short. Yes, some day he would lose her. The Council, on the other hand…

  Drake sank to the floor with his face in his hands. “What can I do to end this? If you can’t find Zina, I doubt I can.”

  “I think she’ll find you. I just need to keep Bliss out of the way.”

  He sighed. “Yes, I know. It’s for her own safety, but I’d like to tell her what I’m planning to do if I find Zina.”

  Vulcan raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

  “Just that I’d turn her over to you. I don’t have any idea what you’ll do with her after that, and if you don’t tell me, I won’t have to lie about it.”

  Vulcan paused and tapped his lip. “I think that might work.” Then he started to laugh.

  “What’s funny?”

  “Man, you really screwed yourself with that total honesty promise. There are so many things you should not tell a woman like her.”

  “What do you mean… like her?”

  “A woman with a temper.”

  The bathroom door flew open and Bliss stood there, looking fabulous. She had changed into some tight jeans and a super-soft-looking light blue sweater. Her hair was still a mess, but with a hairbrush in her hand, she looked as if she was planning to remedy that—or beat him with it.

  “You look gorgeous.” Drake got up and strolled over to her. No raised hairbrush. That’s a good sign.

  She started to smile, then quickly pasted on a frown. “Is it safe to come out now? Are you two finished planning your super-secret strategy?”

  “There’s not much in the way of strategy, hon. If I see Zina, I’ll call Vulcan and he’ll take it from there.”

  She stuck a hand on her hip. “That’s it?”

  “Well, yeah. Keeping it simple seems best.”

  “You aren’t planning to lure her somewhere?”

  Drake shrugged. “Like where? And how would we do that? We don’t even know where she is.”

  Bliss turned to Vulcan. “Have you checked the warehouse?”

  “Several times,” Vulcan said. “She doesn’t seem to be staying there.”

  Bliss blew out a deep breath. “So that’s it, then? You just have to wait until she finds Drake?”

  “Pretty much.” Drake rubbed her back and hoped she’d let the subject drop. But this was Bliss, and she wasn’t about to let anything drop.

  “How will you keep in touch with each other?”

  “We have a code. If I yell a particular word, Vulcan will hear it and find me.”

  “What word?”

  “Taxi.”

  “That’s weird. Vulcans can find people from miles away? I never saw Spock do that.”

  Vulcan sighed. “I’m not that kind of Vulcan.” He rose and wandered toward the front door. “But, yes, I can find people most of the time. The way I found you in that warehouse bathroom.” He tapped the side of his nose.

  Whatever that meant… Did he smell her? She wrinkled her nose but finally stopped questioning Vulcan. Instead, she put her arms around Drake and said, “Well, I guess I’m going out for breakfast with Vulcan and planning my day from there. Will you call just to let us know you’re okay at some point?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Good.” She let out a deep breath and lowered her voice to a whisper. “I love you. Don’t get killed.”

  ***

  “So, are you ever going to tell me who you really are and how you did what you did?” Bliss swirled the dregs of her coffee and set the cup down.

  Vulcan glanced around the fifties-style room. “Cute little diner. If you didn’t know where it was tucked away, you’d never find it. And the food…”

  “Don’t try to change the subject.” Bliss leaned back against the padded booth and crossed her arms. “I mean it. I want to know.”

  Vulcan leaned in and lowered his voice. “There are certain things I’m not at liberty to tell you and, fortunately, I never promised you total transparency.”

  Bliss snorted. “Are you really upset with Drake for promising to be honest with me? That seems like an important part of a successful relationship.”

  He smirked. “Sure, honey. Tell yourself that. You’ll learn.”

  “What?” Outraged, she was about to toss her napkin onto the table and storm out, but she’d promised Drake to let the maddening Vulcan watch over her, so she was stuck with him. Well, Drake didn’t say I had to be pleasant company, did he? She was tempted to toss a snark bomb at Vulcan, but again her mother’s warning chimed in the back of her head. Honey, not vinegar, Bliss.

  “Fine. We can agree to disagree on that, but I really want to know what you can tell me.”

  He cleared his throat. “You already know too much.”

  “Why? Are you in the Mafia? Do I have to worry about getting whacked?”

  Everyone in the North End diner immediately fell silent and turned to stare at them. Bliss wanted to slink down until she disappeared under the table.

  Vulcan did what anyone in that situation would do. He laughed out loud. Pounding the table might have been overplaying it a bit, but at least the rest of the patrons relaxed and went back to their own conversations.

  Bliss tried to think of another tactic to get the information she wanted. Realizing it might be fruitless, the only thing she could come up with was hammering at him until she wore him down.

  “Seriously, there must be something you can tell me—just a morsel of information.”

  He sighed. “Well, you already know about Drake. That must tell you something…”

  “Like what? That there are certain legends that might be true after all?”

  “Now you’re getting it.”

  “Ah. So you’re something of a legend yourself.”

  He smiled. “Something like that.”

  Bliss racked her brain for what legendary creature could materialize through solid walls and transport a person from one place to another in seconds. All she could come up with were her memories of Star Trek and the Vulcans with pointy ears using their transport pad—or whatever they called that thing that turned them into a column of bubbles. But does a TV show qualify as legend? Maybe if it’s in reruns…

  “Why don’t we finish up here, and I’ll walk you back to your apartment,” he said.

  “Why walk? Why don’t you just transport us there instantly?”

 
He raised one eyebrow. Suddenly, he looked just like the Vulcan on TV who used to do that. Pointy ears, severe haircut, the works.

  “Oh, come on. Now you’re just messing with me.”

  He chuckled and returned to his former countenance. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

  “Believe me, I understand not being able to resist a good joke… but it was a joke, right?”

  “Yes.”

  She balled up her napkin and gave her fingers a final wipe. “Weren’t you afraid others in the diner would see you change your appearance like that?”

  “Like what?” He tipped his head as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

  “Like Dr. Spock.”

  “I think you mean Mr. Spock. Dr. Spock was a pediatrician and authority on parenting.”

  “Hmmm… I imagine you’d have to have a doctorate in something to run a spaceship.”

  Vulcan looked like he was about to burst out laughing. He covered his mouth as if to hold it in, but his eyes danced with mischief.

  When he seemed more composed, he said, “I understand why Drake likes you. You’re very… entertaining.”

  She didn’t know if that was a compliment or not. At any rate, she was ready to get out of there. She waved the waitress over. “Check, please.”

  The bubble-gum-popping waitress said, “Sure thing, honey,” and produced an order pad from her apron pocket, much like the one Bliss used herself.

  “Are you getting the check or am I?” Vulcan asked.

  Bliss thought he might not have any money, so she was prepared to pay with her credit card, but the idea of his treating her to breakfast held a certain appeal. It might make up for the frustrating company.

  She leaned back. “You can pay, if you want to.”

  “Okay.” He retrieved a wallet from his back pocket. “What do you use for currency here?” Opening his wallet revealed money in all sizes and colors.

  “Uh… forget it. I’ll pay with plastic.”

  “I was just kidding. I know how the dollar works.” He plunked down enough American cash to cover the tab and a generous tip. “Let’s get you home.”