Scaling Her Dragon: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 8)

by Taiden, Milly

  She propelled back and swished her tongue over his slick length from side to side. He thrust into her mouth, pulling and pushing her head over his cock. His body tensed. Instead of slowing, she sped up. He grunted and lifted his hips off the bed, trying to go deeper into her mouth. She grasped his shaft with one hand, jerking and sucking while she fondled his balls with the other hand.

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  He sucked in harsh breaths, his abs contracting with each intake of air. She sucked and pumped harder, watching his body tense to granite. A thought crossed her mind. She slapped her hand on his thigh, scraping her nails into his leg in conjunction with her sucking and jerking.

  He pulled on her hair hard as he came. A loud roar sounded from him as semen jetted out. She sucked fast, some of it going down her throat, sweet as candy, but his thick semen filled her mouth. She released him while he was still coming. She held his cock over her tits, letting the stream of his seed coat her chest, down to her belly.

  To her surprise, he didn’t go limp. He was still hard as a rock and looking ready to fuck her into the next galaxy.

  She kneeled back, glancing down at the mess covering her body. Driven by pure instinct, she slid her hands over her chest, massaging his cum on her breasts.

  “That is fucking gorgeous,” he growled, sitting up with a lot more speed than she’d seen in him. “You want my scent on you, my beautiful Becca?”

  She nodded, lifting a sticky finger up to her lips and sucking. “I love your taste.”

  She didn’t ask how one second she was kneeling in front of him and the next he was carrying her right back to the massive glass wall.

  “What?”

  “I want to fuck you, my beautiful. I’m going to fuck you under the light of both moons.” He placed her hands on the warm glass, pulling her hips back and spreading her legs wide. “I’ll fuck your hot, wet pussy from behind.” He licked the back of her neck. “You’ll want me to.” He slid his tongue down her spine, until he reached the curve of her ass. “There’s no denying it. You’ll want me to make you scream.” He kissed her cheeks. “Make your legs shake and your pussy burn.” He spread her ass cheeks and ran his tongue down to her hole. “To come inside you and fuck you until your body can’t take any more.”

  “Yes,” she nodded, her head dropping forward and her nipples already beaded tightly from need. “Do it.”

  White-hot fire spread through her body as he flicked his tongue in circles over her asshole. Goddamn, she’d never had anyone do that before. It felt strange and fucking awesome at the same time.

  He growled, going down between her cheeks and back up to the curve of her ass. He placed a hand on her hip, pushing his cock into her pussy. It was even better to feel him taking her this way. Her pussy contracted around his cock as he slid into her.

  “Ah, yes,” he groaned. “So tight.”

  She choked on a breath, putting more of her weight on her hands. She angled her hips farther back, pushing into his cock. He started slow but suddenly drove his cock into her ferociously. Hard. Fast.

  She clawed at the glass, looking for leverage. He grabbed her arm with his other hand, fucking her deep and rough. With every stroke into her, his cock rubbed a new angle.

  “Yesss…,” she mumbled. Her pussy felt on fire. She was so close to orgasm but not close enough. The hand on her waist moved to the front of her right hip, his fingers digging into her flesh.

  Thrust after thrust, he claimed her with his cock. Dominating. Owning. Mastering her with every drive.

  The hand on her hip and arm heated. The closer she got to finding release, his hands turned warmer on her skin. With another passionate drive, he plunged deep into her, pulsing inside her and finally taking her over the edge.

  She dropped her head forward on a scream. Her pussy clamped tightly around his dick. He slowed his thrusts, tensing.

  A loud roar sounded from him at her back. He spilled his cum deep in her contracting channel. Her body and brain refused to work. It was a good thing he was easily able to pick her up and carry her back to the bed.

  She was taken aback when he pressed something and the wall of glass opened to let in a cooling wind. Her breath was still choppy when he lay beside her, holding her close, letting the cool air from the outdoors wash over them.

  She needed to move on. Vikter might be the best man she’d ever met in bed, but emotionally, he was tearing her apart. She wanted badly to be with him but refused to beg. If he didn’t want her, then she wouldn’t mention it again.

  He slid his hand over her belly and traced circles over her skin with so much tenderness she wasn’t sure what to think. Tomorrow she’d cut off all ties to the commitment-phobic dragon. Tonight, tonight she’d keep him for herself.

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  Becca glanced at the marks and didn’t know what to do. He’d marked her. Twice.

  “Becca,” Charlotte called from the other side of her door. “Can I come in?”

  She threw on a long-sleeved robe and opened the door. “What’s going on?”

  Charlotte gave a sad look. “I’m sorry about you and Vikter,” she sighed, her shoulders dropping. “I really thought he’d get his shit together and realize it’s better to have you for a short time than not at all.”

  Becca frowned. “Why would I want him for a short time? Am I not worth long-term?”

  Charlotte’s eyes widened. “I… No. That’s not it at all. But you…you know, right?”

  Becca shook her head. “Know what?”

  “About his dragon and the mate thing?” Charlotte sat on Becca’s bed and started wringing her fingers. “He needed to find a mate before it was too late. If he didn’t, his dragon would disconnect from him and soon the dragon would die. And then he would too.”

  “What?!” Becca gasped. “I don’t understand.”

  “Well, you see, he didn’t find his mate. So that means he’s got very little time left.”

  She gaped. “Why is it so important that he find this mate?”

  Charlotte made a frustrated face and shoved long curls over her shoulder. “Normally, the mate is the one woman he is destined to be with. Only she gets his mark, and she can save him.”

  “Mark?” Becca asked, her heart beating at twice the normal speed.

  “Yes.” Charlotte folded her legs on top of the bed. “When a dragon mates, he will instantly mark his mate with the mark of his dragon. I’ve been told it’s different for each family, and it looks like a tattoo.”

  “You said instantly?” She frowned. The marks had taken days to show up on Becca’s arm and hip. Like a photo being developed, the outline had showed up at first, then the faint color became brighter and the image clearer. Within a week, she had what looked like two brand-new tattoos of a golden dragon on her arm and hip.

  “Yep. Anyway, with Vikter dying, I didn’t think he’d be so hard-headed that he’d turn love away to focus on death.” She inhaled loudly and let it out quickly. “You guys are so perfect for each other. Even I can see it.”

  Becca wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand, she was glad she was Vikter’s mate. It meant he wasn’t going to die. He’d mated and marked her, and now that meant he’d live. At least from what she knew that’s what it would mean. On the other hand, she didn’t want to tell him.

  He refused to love her, because of his situation. If he couldn’t accept his feelings for her, without knowing she was his dragon’s mate, then what kind of relationship could they hope to have?

  * * *

  Vikter didn’t know why, but he felt different. His link with the dragon had started to strengthen. Was this what happened at the end? The link helped him think clearer. He wasn’t angry, and his focus shifted to Becca.

  His office door burst open, and Razzy marched in with an angry scowl. “How could you, Vik?”

  She slapped her hands on her tiny waist and tapped her booted foot.

  “What exactly did I do now?”

  “You let her go. You let her go, and yo
u love her,” she said. “Why?”

  He’d been debating for days how to approach his need for Becca. It had grown every day she was away from him. It wasn’t even the lust driving his thoughts anymore. It was emotions. His heart ached for her, for her touch, her smile. He missed simple things like being near her.

  “It wasn’t fair to keep her when I can’t give her the time she needs,” he said. It hurt him to the depths of his soul, but he knew her attaching to him would be worse later on for her.

  The anger in Razzy’s eyes was replaced with sorrow. “You’re a good man, Vik. But you’re stupid.”

  He didn’t get a chance to reply. She whirled around and headed out. Before she walked away, she stopped at the door. “I’m going on a picnic with Becca by the giant rainbow tree. She doesn’t feel comfortable coming here any longer.”

  Her words stabbed him in the gut. The last thing he’d wanted was Becca to feel uncomfortable in the castle. He paced his office, wondering when the thoughts of her would stop consuming him. The answer was clear: never.

  TWENTY-NINE

  Becca sighed. On one side, she had Charlotte, Gerri, and Razzy trying to make her feel better about Vikter, and in the process making her feel worse. She didn’t want to talk about him or the fact that the man didn’t want to commit to her, even if he thought he was dying. Then there was Laina making stupid remarks every few moments.

  “Aunt Laina…” Razzy grinned. “I said you could join us, because I thought you were right. You shouldn’t be punished for what Drayken did, but can you stop trying to defend him every few seconds. We aren’t interested in why he did what he did. He was wrong for abducting Becca. Period.”

  Bam! Becca tried not to smile at the polite but firm way Razzy took down her aunt.

  “I know, darling, but he is truly a good man,” she said, giving Becca a side glare. “Some men just don’t know how to handle rejection.”

  Becca’s anger rose. “Maybe you should have taught him he’s not always getting what he wants,” she snapped. “Instead of looking for excuses for what he did.”

  “Really, Razzy,” Laina stood. “You’re not letting some Earth whore speak to me that way, are you?”

  Charlotte, Gerri, and Razzy jumped to their feet. Becca was the last to rise.

  “Whore?” Becca asked, between gritted teeth. “Where the hell are you getting your information, you old hag?”

  “I knew you had no shame,” Laina spat. “I knew you were letting Vikter manhandle you under the table. We all knew.”

  “Mother!” Drayken yelled, coming into view from between the trees. “I didn’t ask you to bring her here for this.”

  Laina rushed off to Drayken’s side. “I’m sorry, son. I don’t understand what you see in her. Vikter’s already had her. He didn’t want her.”

  “Say another thing, you crazy bitch, and I’ll forget you’re almost twice my age and show you what an Earth ass-whoopin’ feels like,” Becca promised. “Go on. Say one more thing.”

  “Becca,” Drayken said, taking a step toward her.

  Gerri and Charlotte rushed to stand in front of her. Razzy moved ahead of the line to get in front of them.

  “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said.

  Razzy turned to look over her shoulder at Becca. “He’s being honest. We’d know if he was lying.”

  Becca met Charlotte’s worried gaze and Gerri’s angry one.

  “It’s your decision,” Charlotte said.

  “But if he tries anything,” Gerri added, “we’re right here.”

  Razzy nodded. “I can fly.”

  They were trying so hard to make her feel better, but Becca knew it was unnecessary.

  She took a few steps forward and stopped some feet away from the others. She waited for him to approach her.

  “I’m sorry, Becca,” Drayken said, marching toward her. “I let my frustration and anger control me. What I did was wrong.”

  She nodded. “I appreciate the apology, but let’s just forget it.”

  He took another step. “I was hoping you’d forgive me. I’d like to start again.”

  He offered her a hand. She met his gaze. “I’m not looking for a relationship, Drayken. I’m not the one for you.”

  He closed the distance between them. “Just give me a chance. I can be your friend first, if that makes you feel better. We can start slow.”

  She shook her head and stepped away. “You don’t understand. I already love someone else.”

  Anger brightened in his red eyes. “He doesn’t want you,” he spat. “He’s going to die.” He continued closing in. “I want you. I want you for myself. Fuck Vikter. Once he’s gone you and I can rule together.” He shot a hateful look at Razzy. “She’s no competition. I can take her out and we can own Dragosland.”

  “Are you fucking crazy?” She gasped.

  He grasped at her arms. “Let me show you what it means to be appreciated. I will make you my queen. Vikter’s going to die and I’ll be there to replace him when he does.”

  She didn’t make a struggling move. Not when her anger had gone through the rough. “You think his dying will change my mind? That doesn’t make any difference where emotions are concerned,” she said. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

  He started to squeeze at her arms when Vikter showed up. He marched forward, yanked Drayken off Becca and hooked a left, catching Drayken’s jaw and sending him flying in a full turn. He landed on his ass, bleeding from his lip.

  “Stay away from her,” Vikter growled. “She’s mine.”

  “Vikter, you don’t want her,” Drayken yelled. “Besides, you’re as good as dead.”

  Vikter dropped down to the ground, picked Drayken up by his collar and tossed him against a tree. “Next time you touch her, I’ll kill you.”

  A collective gasp went through the women.

  “Hang on a fucking second here,” Becca retorted. “You can’t claim I’m yours and do your He-Man session, then tell me you don’t want me.”

  Laina rushed to Drayken in full screams. She turned to them, her voice filled with fury. “This family is a disgrace. It would be too soon if I never see any of you again.”

  Drayken wiped at the blood on his lips and leaned on his mother. They left, the others staring behind them.

  Vikter took his sweet time turning around to look at Becca. When he did, she was waiting for his answer.

  She glanced over her shoulder and saw Razzy, Charlotte, and Gerri quietly moving back to give them space.

  “Rebecca,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “I can’t stay away from you.”

  “Nice way to get this going,” she said, raising a brow.

  “What do you want to hear? That I love you?” he growled. “Yes, I love you. I don’t know when or how, but I couldn’t stop the emotion from taking control of my heart. I tried to do what was best for you by keeping you away.”

  She shoved her hands into her loose-knit pants. “Why was that best for me? I would think if you loved me, being with you is the best thing for me.”

  He shook his head. “I do love you. Totally. So fully it hurts my soul to know I’ll leave you alone.” He glanced at his hands and then back to her face. “I’m dying.”

  She cleared her throat, emotion clogging her airways, making her eyes well up with moisture. “No, you’re not.”

  He nodded. “I couldn’t find my dragon’s mate.” He shrugged. “But none of that matters, because I found the woman I love. I found someone to fill my heart with love.”

  THIRTY

  She tried to contain the tears, but it was damn hard with the things he was saying. “Vikter…”

  “No. Let me speak. I was wrong in saying what I did. If I only have a few days to live, then I want to spend them with you. No one else.” He gave her such a tender look, she didn’t know what to say. “I may die tomorrow, but as long as I have you by my side, it’s okay.”

  She started crying at that point. He finally realized he wanted to be with her wheth
er she was his dragon’s mate or not.

  “You’re not dying, you hard-headed dragon,” Gerri said, walking up on them.

  Becca tried to agree with her, but the knot in her throat was too big. She swallowed what felt like sandpaper.

  “Gerri,” Charlotte said. “Maybe we can wait until later to try and make him not give up on life?”

  “Yeah,” Razzy whispered. “He’s finally admitting his feelings.”

  Gerri rolled her eyes and turned back to Becca and Vikter. “You,” she said pointedly at Vikter, “are not dying.” Then she turned to Becca and grinned. “And you are much too smart for your own good.”

  Becca smiled through her tears and nodded. Gerri pushed back Becca’s long, flowy sleeves, so everyone could see the golden dragon tattoo on her arm.

  “You found your dragon’s mate, Vikter. She’s right here,” Gerri said.

  Becca tried speaking again. “It’s true,” she met Vikter’s shocked gaze. “You’re not dying.”

  “I didn’t see that on you when you were at the castle!” Vikter exclaimed, moving forward and taking in her massive dragon mark.

  “It took a lot of days to develop, but I have two,” she said, lifting her top to show him the one on her hip.

  He slid his fingers over the mark, curling his hand around her hips and hugging her to him.

  “I don’t understand,” Charlotte said, her tone more than a little confused. “If she was his mate, why didn’t he instantly recognize her from the beginning? Isn’t that the norm?”

  “Yes. Unless you’re dying,” Gerri said. “Vikter’s disconnect with his dragon and their fading link meant the dragon couldn’t communicate with him like most dragons do. So while the dragon knew she was his mate, Vikter didn’t. It wasn’t until the dragon marked her that it strengthen their bond again and gave Vikter his life back.”

  “Why,” Becca cleared her throat. “Why didn’t you mark me the first time we…ah…you know?”

  “He wouldn’t know.” Gerri grinned. “But I can deduce why. You see, for a marking to happen, the link has to be solid, and both the man and the dragon in full agreement of it taking place. It sounds like the weak link didn’t allow for it the first time.” She smiled. “But your continued time together gave the dragon that extra strength to connect with Vikter and make it happen that last time.”