Gale Dragon (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Dragons of Cadia Book 1)

by Amelia Jade

How did she tell him? That yes, everything was perfectly okay, and yet she was also more terrified than she’d ever been before. Not about having sex with him. That she was excited for. No, it was the idea that he was going to see her naked, and would compare her body to his.

  Riss was okay with her thick curves, but she wasn’t comfortable with showing them off. Especially not to someone who didn’t have an ounce of fat on them. The contrast between the pair couldn’t have been more stark.

  And yet…

  “It’s been a long time,” she said.

  Zander relaxed. He ran a finger up her arm, blazing a trail of goosebumps across her chest and up her neck until he hooked it under her jaw and drew her close to him with the lightest of motions. Warm, thick lips covered hers as he kissed her slowly and fully.

  “It will be okay,” he promised, breaking the kiss to whisper in her ear. “You just have to trust me.” Fire walked its way across her jaw as he kissed his way down to her neck.

  Riss felt her knees threaten to buckle at the sensations his touch evoked within her.

  “Okay,” she said, as she acquiesced to it.

  The dragon shifter took the hems of her shirt, his eyes locked upon hers, intense passion blazing away. The black long-sleeve came away as he pulled it over her head, exposing her soft stomach and large breasts to his hungry eyes. Riss felt her nerves calm slightly as he devoured the sight of her almost-naked upper body.

  “You are gorgeous,” he rasped, his voice catching as she stepped back, gaining a modicum of her nerve back.

  “Thank you,” she said, and reached back to undo the clasps of her bra.

  The wordless sounds emerging from his mouth brought her nipples fully erect, reaching out as if begging for his fingers, or perhaps even his mouth, to lavish them with attention.

  Zander bent down and swiftly did just that, taking one of her sensitive nubs into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with a gentle flick that made her gasp at the exquisite pleasure he was inflicting upon her.

  He quickly had her riled up and ready for more, fingers and tongue working in time with each other to choreograph a symphony of delight that was only just beginning. Riss couldn’t wait for the rest of it to be played out.

  Recovering some more of her courage as Zander worked hard to show her that he liked her the way she was, Riss reached out and hooked her fingers through his belt loop, pulling his waist tight against her. The angle prevented him from continuing his ministrations, but it did allow her hands to drag up his legs until they found what she was looking for.

  Zander jerked as she ran the palm of her hand along the hard bulge of his shaft, tracing the outline through his jeans as it strained to be set free.

  “What’s the matter?” she teased in her best seductive tone. “Nervous?”

  “Not at all,” he replied, gently flicking one of her nipples, making her jerk.

  “Good,” she replied, working his belt and button free. “Wouldn’t want you screaming or anything.”

  Zander’s angry rumble at her teasing remark died abruptly as she dropped to her knees in front of him, pulling his jeans down carefully over his cock, setting it free. It became a low-level growl as her thick fingers wrapped around his shaft, gripping it firmly in front of her face.

  “Keep this up,” he said as she went to work with her tongue, “and I promise I will make you scream.”

  A shiver of delight ran down her spine. “Do you promise?” she asked, hovering over the end of his cock.

  Zander nodded.

  “Good,” she said slyly and took him deep into her mouth, savoring the feeling of him jerk in surprise, blood surging into him, making him harder than he had been just a moment earlier.

  There was no more talking for the next few minutes as she devoted her full attention to pleasuring him. With her wet lips firmly around his shaft, her hands were free to run up his legs and across his hard stomach, feeling the outline of each individual muscle as she went. It served to further emphasize just how outrageous it was that she was sucking the dick of a man who was so ripped he could be used as a dummy in an anatomy class.

  Just then though, she was concerned with one part of his anatomy as it began to buck and pulse in her mouth. She moved one hand to the base of his cock and began to stroke it up and down as she sealed her lips firmly around the tip.

  “Riss,” Zander groaned from above as warmth filled her mouth.

  She swallowed as fast as she could, but there was a lot, and some of it pushed past her seal, dribbling down her chin. Maintaining her attention on Zander, she waited until he was done before she allowed herself a giggle, using a finger to clean up the spillage. Zander looked at her with glowing eyes, and much to her surprise, a still-rigid cock.

  “You’re gonna put that to good use, right?” she said with a very gentle flick of her finger against the tip.

  Zander growled and reached down, easily picking her up and laying her on the nearby couch. Riss felt her blood practically boil at the way he manhandled her around like she was nothing, simply putting her where he wished.

  Her hand shot out as he made to drop to the ground in front of the couch. “No, I want you,” she said in her own passionate growl, pulling him back until he was standing over her. “Now,” she commanded.

  “Are you sure?” he halfheartedly protested.

  “Positive. You can make it up to me later if you feel that bad,” she said with a wink. “Right now though, you need to fuck me. Got it?”

  A primal grin spread across his face. “Got it. But I’m going to need more room,” he said with an eye to the couch. Again he picked her up, this time lowering her down to the carpet.

  Zander positioned himself between her knees, and Riss braced herself for what was to come. That first moment when a man entered was the most shocking and delightful moments ever. It felt unbelievably good, and yet was so…unique as well. She craved it badly, and yet would still be slightly sad when it was over.

  “Holy shit,” she hissed as his first few inches slid in. “Fuck, that’s a thick cock,” she said, her insides protesting, unused to such an intrusion for too long.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Oh hell yes,” she moaned. “More.” Her legs wrapped up around him, pulling him inside of her. There were a few moments of pain, but that twisted with the pleasure to produce a blissful agony that was driving her wild.

  She whimpered as Zander slid all the way inside of her, buried to the hilt as his hips bumped against hers.

  “Fuck me,” she growled as he opened his lips.

  Riss didn’t care if he’d been about to ask if she was okay. The throbbing pressure between her legs was increasing, and she needed him to do something about it. His cock pulled out of her, and then reversed course, thrusting deep once more.

  “Yes,” she said, the word practically a moan as it was drawn out.

  Zander propped himself up with one hand and cupped her head with the other, pulling her up so that she could watch his cock fuck her. He started slow and built up the pace, never spending too long before going faster again, keeping her on the edge of her toes.

  “Don’t you stop,” she said fiercely, her eyes boring into his as she pushed one of her hands between her legs, easily finding her clit and beginning to rub it.

  Zander’s eyes widened as her walls tightened around him instinctively, and she threw her head back with a loud cry as his hips picked up the pace to another level. Her climax drew nearer as they continued to fuck.

  At one point he picked her up and rolled over, so that Riss was on top. But his muscles held her aloft with ease, so she had to do nothing but splay her fingers across his chest and enjoy it as he thrust up into her with abandon.

  “Bend me over,” she said, her voice practically challenging him, as if he wouldn’t dare.

  But Zander was game and he flipped her over, pushing her head to the carpet and hoisting her hips in the air. She waggled them at him, but her moans became cries as his cock thrust
into her suddenly and without warning.

  Big, powerful hands found her hips and began to pull her back against him, even as he pushed forward into her. His cock was deeper than it had ever been, and she slid her hand between her legs once more, the hard nub of her clit practically crying out for attention.

  It only took seconds for her to fall over the edge. She began to shake in his hands, but Zander kept her still, his cock slamming into her from behind over and over again, her breasts bouncing wildly as she came around his cock.

  The tightening of her insides around him must have triggered Zander’s own orgasm, because he pulled out from inside her and she felt hot, sticky fluid splash across her ass and even up onto her back as he groaned loudly, uttering her name repeatedly as they both finished together with a shudder.

  Riss lay there, her ass still up in the air, exposed and available.

  She figured Zander would likely collapse to the ground next to her, but astonishingly, a few minutes later, she felt the tip of his cock press up against her wet opening.

  “Are you serious right now?” she asked in disbelief.

  “I’m shocked too,” he said with rumbling laughter. “But the sight of you like this just triggered something in me. Is that okay?”

  Riss giggled. “What’s not okay is you just teasing me like that,” she told him, waggling her hips suggestively.

  “Let me see about fixing that,” he growled, and any more words Riss might have had were lost in the ensuing cries.

  ***

  Zander

  Something was wrong.

  He sensed it the moment they reached the halfway point of their journey. After spending the rest of the weekend in bed with Riss, taking only the occasional sleep or food break, the pair of them had woken up in a tangle of covers Monday morning only to realize they needed to get back to the real world. She had to work, and he needed to report in to Guardian HQ to see where he was posted for the remainder of the week. Zander had been hoping for a border patrol assignment while he walked Riss to work.

  But as they entered one of the frequent alleyways between buildings, his senses began to scream at him with an urgency that caught him by surprise. Warily he looked around, peering into every nook and recessed doorway, behind trash bins and up along fire escapes and roof ledges. Anywhere and everywhere his training told him something could lurk, he explored as they walked.

  Muscles were tense, reflexes poised on a razor’s edge as he waited for whatever was going to happen, to happen. At one point, nearly three-quarters of the way to her work, Riss finally picked up on his change in attitude.

  “What is it?” she asked in a low voice.

  There was only one word, the one his senses were screaming at him.

  “Danger.”

  Riss stiffened and almost stopped walking, but he used their linked arms to ruthlessly encourage her along.

  “Don’t stop now,” he whispered. “That’s the worst thing we can do. They haven’t shown their hand yet, which means they either aren’t ready, or something went wrong.”

  “They?” she hissed.

  “Yes. Multiple sources, but I can’t pinpoint them. They’ve been tracking us since we turned off Medway Drive.”

  “What the hell is going on, Zander?”

  “I don’t know,” he said slowly and truthfully. “But the shop is just up ahead. If they’re going to make their move, they’d better do it soon. Otherwise you’ll be inside, and they won’t attack you there.”

  “They won’t?”

  “No. That would make it an official Guardian issue. In the streets, it could be ruled that they thought you were a human intruder, instead of here legally. A slap on the wrist, maybe some community service. No, if it’s going to happen, it’ll be shortly.”

  The door to the shop appeared sooner than he expected. They hurried up to it, and as Riss began to fiddle with the key and lock, he spun around with his back to the door, eyes roving the surrounding building. But still he could see nothing, no movement or signs of anything. But the danger was there. Of that he had no doubt.

  “Got it,” she said.

  “Okay, get inside. I’ll figure this out,” he said.

  Riss hesitated, then leaned back and kissed him on the cheek. “Be safe.”

  She darted inside and closed the thick wooden door behind her. Zander waited until he could hear the sliding of the deadbolt and another lock. Then he strode from the door into the middle of the alley and raised his hands.

  “If this is gonna happen, let’s get on with it. I’m getting impatient,” he called out to the empty air.

  A head appeared on the roof of the opposite building. Then another.

  And another.

  Two figures appeared at the mouth of the alley behind him, and another pair came around the corner from the direction he’d just come.

  Seven then.

  The figures on the roof began to leap down, landing with a smooth grace. They moved toward him, not so much walking, but as prowling.

  “Panthers,” he spat. “I should have known.”

  Nobody liked panthers. Thugs, mercenaries, and troublemakers almost to the last, they were the constant source of problems for the Guardians.

  They also had no issues with breaking the law. Which meant he was in for a fight.

  Three between him and the alley. Four blocking him from reaching the street that ran in front of Challer’s. Any one shifter was no match for a dragon, even the biggest grizzlies and polar bear shifters, though they would be a handful. Even three panthers was a laugh. Five was a fight.

  But seven?

  Zander wasn’t sure he’d ever been quite this outnumbered before. He needed to even up the odds, and quickly.

  The panther shifter gang circled up around him, and it looked like the leader was going to say something. He was of average height, but a little more muscled than the others. That, and there was also the way the rest kept looking at him for instruction. That was what gave him away more than anything else. Panther shifters were notorious for strict obedience to their alpha, even if in the wild they weren’t pack hunters. In fact they were quite the opposite.

  Before he could speak though, Zander went on the offensive. They had arrayed themselves in an arc from his left to right by this point. He labeled them one through seven, with the leader being number four.

  Six had come too close though. He was the first to die. Zander’s hand flashed out with fingers so strong they may as well have been titanium. He crushed the panther’s windpipe beyond recognition.

  The angry dragon, his temper flaring incandescent at the knowledge that they were here to attack Riss, went on a rampage. A grin spread across his face as he waded in, using the dying Six as a shield while his left hand blocked blows and returned them.

  Having drawn them in, Zander suddenly whirled, right hand outstretched. The almost-limp Six, on his last legs before darkness closed in, went whirling around like a club, his feet knocking shifters aside and scattering them. Finishing his movement, Zander threw Six at the second closest shifter, Five, and closed in on Three, who had the unfortunate luck to be knocked down almost at the dragon shifter’s feet.

  A booted heel rose and slammed into the man’s face. Bone and cartilage cracked and blood began to spew from Three’s nose. Zander hit him again, and broke the man’s orbital bone. He pulled his foot back, and kicked as hard as he could. Three’s neck snapped back and he went abruptly still.

  “You’re dead now,” Four, the leader, spat as he and the others got back to their feet and closed in.

  “Now?” Zander scoffed, laughing in their faces with the confidence only a dragon shifter possessed. “You must be joking. We all know why you’re here.”

  “You have no idea why we’re here,” Four replied. “And now you never will.”

  They charged as one, and there was no more time for words. But the odds had tilted in Zander’s favor with his unexpected and unprovoked attack. By lashing out before they had a chance, he
’d eliminated two of their number.

  There were still five opponents, but he felt more confident in his ability to take them now. Especially as his fist landed in Seven’s face and the man spun to the ground with a whimper. Clearly not all of them were first-class fighters.

  Blows rained down on Zander, but he shrugged most of them off and began to laugh through the pain, an evil, mocking sound spurred on by the blistering rage inside of him. An arm wrapped around his throat from behind, squeezing off his airway.

  With a growl, using the last of his air, Zander reached behind him until he could find his opponent’s face. He had no idea who it was, but he found what he was looking for, and stiffened thumbs dove deep into the attacker’s eye sockets. Something popped under them and a scream pierced the air.

  The arm disappeared from his neck.

  Now there were but three, though the fourth looked about ready to reenter the fight.

  One, Two, Four, and if he got himself together, Seven.

  Which meant he’d just taken out Five’s eyes with his move.

  “Still want to go on?” he taunted, feinting at One, who backed off quickly.

  Zander laughed, and then it was his turn to charge. He grabbed Seven by the collar, as he was too slow to move, and physically hurled him at the far wall. The shifter yelped as he flew through the air, hitting the brick face-first, upside down. The blow stunned him and he fell the ten feet to the ground without a reaction, hitting head-first.

  There was a sickening crunch as he landed, and Seven lay still.

  The Gale Dragon was still on the attack, however.

  Two turned to run, but he caught up to him in two strides. A hammerblow to his back froze the panther shifter’s spine. Before he could fall, Zander shifted his weight onto his back foot and delivered a brutal kick square in the center of his spine that sent Two cartwheeling through the air and into the street beyond, where at least one passerby jumped to avoid being hit.

  Something hard slammed into Zander’s side and he half-fell half-rolled out of the way as Four took another swipe with the metal pole he’d found. The blow missed, and Zander reached out to catch it on the backswing.