by Ellis Leigh
Yes. Definitely yes. “Of course not.”
“You’re lying.”
I totally was. “Am not.”
He grabbed my hand, tugging me against his chest and nuzzling my neck. Making me tremble. “I can smell it on you, Sparky.”
“Oh god,” I said as his hands began to roam and his lips brushed my skin. So hot, his touch. So blissfully hot and strong and perfect. I wanted more. Needed it. Had to have it. And yet… “Please don’t ruin this with that annoying nickname.”
“Ruin what?” he asked as his teeth skimmed over my neck.
I squeezed his biceps, trapping him against me. Unsure if I wanted to tell him to bite me or not. Knowing it was time to get a little daring with him. So I laid my cards on the table…or boulder, seeing as we were on a mountain. “Our first kiss.”
“Are you going to kiss me, Sparky?”
“Not if you keep calling me that name.”
“But I like it. It suits you.”
He would never give up the name, and I was tired of focusing on it. “Hey, Kingston?”
“Yeah, Sparky?”
Jerk. I rose onto the balls of my feet. “Shut up.”
And then I kissed him. Deep and hard and groaning softly as flesh met flesh and tongues tangled, I kissed him with everything I had and everything I’d ever hoped for. I kissed him for seconds, minutes, and hours, kissed him in every way I could think of. I planted my lips on his and refused to remove them as the wind blew past us and the scent of cinnamon practically bathed the area. Now that was a kiss—every sense involved, every touch magnified by the energy between us. A kiss to end on, to replace the memories of all others. An absolutely perfect last first kiss.
As Kingston’s tongue tangled with mine and his growl became the only sound I could hear, everything I’d ever thought I knew about kissing and attraction and life in general exploded around me and resettled into a new sort of truth I hadn’t known existed. This man, I could focus on. This man, I could give all of my attention to. If I’d been a shifter and he’d been anything other than a dragon, I’d have said that the fates had thrown us together intentionally.
But I was human.
And his breed didn’t have fated mates.
Which meant, even before I took a ride on Kingston’s little dragon, I was utterly and completely screwed.
Here’s to hoping he was worth it.
5
Ginger
Dragon shifters tasted sweet and spicy like cinnamon candies.
I should know. I’d likely been kissing Kingston for hours—standing up, sitting on his lap, lying in the grass. The kisses had grown passionate and rough then settled down into soft pecks and smooth brushes of tongue and back again. They’d been deep, and they’d been barely more than our lips brushing. Kissing Kingston had become my life, my world, my only pleasure. Not his hands as they roamed slowly over my body and the way he rocked his hips into mine in a telling rhythm. No…just kissing. I couldn’t get enough. And that flavor of hot cinnamon candy certainly added to the moment.
Yet, knowing what Kingston tasted like didn’t explain my obsession. Not completely. As much as I loved kissing him—and let’s be honest, no one would want to spend hours engaging in mouth foreplay unless they truly adored every second of it—I had to stop. I needed to catch my breath and think, but when I pulled my lips from his, Kingston simply moved on to other parts of my body. Naughty dragon.
“Oh, my sweet Ginger,” he murmured as he left a trail of tingles down my neck. I groaned and tilted my head back, giving him room. Shivering as he flicked his tongue against my skin. I had a feeling he had more dexterity in that particular appendage than a human male. I also had a feeling I was really going to like it if he kept moving down my body.
Maybe stopping wasn’t such a good idea, after all.
“Kingston,” I gasped as he laid me back against the rocky ground before biting my collarbone and hovering over me.
“I’m right here, beautiful. Right here.”
And he was…right there. And I mean right there. I didn’t know how he’d slipped between my thighs—damn dragon magic—but he had. I could feel him. Feel his little dragon, which obviously wasn’t so little. Could feel how much he wanted me. And I liked it. I was ready for more than just kissing. So ready
Kingston licked his way down my neck, hissing and growling with every taste. Biting softly as he rocked against me. So good. Everything he did felt so good, every sound he made ramped up the heat within me. I was burning alive for him, a sensation I’d never experienced. One I wanted to drown in. One I—
He bit my nipple.
Over my shirt, no warning, no gentleness to it. He bit my nipple hard, making me gasp and arch off the ground. Driving my body up and into his.
Later. I could drown in experiences later.
“Someone likes a little rough play,” Kingston murmured, breathing hot and hard over my nipple as if to exacerbate the sting of what he’d done. “Don’t worry, Sparky. I’ll learn your wants. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Right at that moment, what I needed was more of him. Everywhere. I gripped Kingston’s hair and tugged him back up my body, needing his taste on my tongue again. Wanting to have my lips on his as I ground against him. As we teased each other with the writhing motion of our bodies. The flavor of his tongue, the pressure of his mouth on mine, was a drug I couldn’t have stopped craving. One I’d never quit…unless he took it away from me. A sobering thought, and one I shoved to the back of my mind. Screw the train wreck headed my way. This would be worth it. Kingston would be worth it. I could already tell.
“Want you,” I gasped, giving myself over to the desire swirling within me. I never made the first move, but Kingston brought out that side of me. From the kiss to this—I was taking charge. I tugged him closer, using his body heat to burn through any distracting thoughts. To lose myself in his body. He rocked his hips at the perfect speed to send shivers of desire up my spine, making it pretty easy to stop thinking altogether. “I want you now, Kingston. Please.”
His growl shook me down to my toes. “Is that consent, my beautiful girl? Because I need that from you. I can’t coerce you into anything.”
“You looking the way you do is coercion enough.” I grinned as he chuckled, enjoying the buildup between us. The way we fit. The comfort he gave me. This was real. So very real.
“You have to be sure. My dragon magic can lead you down a path you don’t mean to follow, which is why I need…” Kingston stopped moving, stopped kissing and licking and writhing to stare down at me with the most intense expression on his face that I’d ever experienced. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the lust in his eyes. I felt everything between us, and the heft of it—the solidness—stole my breath.
“What do you need?” I asked, my voice low and breathy. A whisper of sound so as not to break the spell of the moment. “Anything, just tell me. I’ll give it to you.”
His lips kicked up a tick. “I need you. This. My cock inside you. Your body wrapped around mine. Your taste on my tongue and your thighs pinned against my ears as I eat your sweet cunt. I need to bury myself in your heat and come inside you. I need to hear you scream my name as you milk me dry. I need it all, Sparky. But what I need doesn’t matter—what you want does. Give me your consent to all of that or just some, to kisses and petting or full-out fucking. Whatever you want, I’ll provide. Whatever you don’t want will be withheld.”
My choice. My decision. My words could end this or take me right over the edge. Drop me on the hard ground below and shatter everything inside of me when he left me behind. My words could be a shield to hide behind or a key to set myself free, even if only for a moment.
I would always choose my freedom. “You. I want all of you.”
“Is that consent, beautiful?” Kingston asked, his entire body rigid over mine, a deep rumble to his words. “I’ll give you every part of me without blinking, but will you reciprocate? Are you telling me I get all
of you?”
All of me. Every inch. Every piece…even the ones I worried he’d break. Just for one night, I’d give myself to someone else. Just one. “Yes. All of me.”
“Thank the fates.” Kingston lunged, taking my mouth in a kiss so hot and strong and powerful, I practically came from that act alone. But he wasn’t finished with me—not by a long shot. Without words, he tore himself away and dove down the length of my body, teasing my hip bones as he yanked my skirt down my legs, rumbling against my pussy as he spread my legs wide with his shoulders.
“Wanted to taste you since I first saw you in the bakery. Wanted your flavor to coat my tongue as I licked your perfect pussy.”
But he didn’t. He waited, staring down at me with a rapt expression on his face, looking so lost in thought that I worried he’d leave me hanging. That he’d distracted himself enough to stop. Not happening.
“So…go ahead.”
“You’re catching on to this consent thing,” he said, and then he stopped talking and started licking. Sucking. Flicking his tongue against me. Wrapping his lips around my clit and making me arch against his body as fire blazed under my skin. The man was good—really, really good. He had me rocking against his face and riding his fingers in no time, had me crying out for more and hanging on to his hair for leverage, too. A girl could get used to being worshiped that way.
She shouldn’t. But she could.
Banishing thoughts of non-matings and partners and things ending eventually, I let my body take over. Let the pleasure ratcheting me higher build and grow and throw me right over the edge. Let it crest within me as every muscle clenched and shook. As I came. Kingston didn’t stop, though. Oh no. He slowed a little, humming softly against my skin like some sort of human-dragon-vibrator combo. He kept his hand teasing through my slit and his breath against my clit until I calmed enough to moan his name, and then he started all over again. It didn’t take long for me to come again, to yelp and clench and try to pull the man inside of me as my body demanded to be filled. Demanded we move on to the next level. The one that involved his cock inside of me.
“Enough,” I said, tugging Kingston back up my body again. Wrapping my legs around his hips when I finally had him on top of me. “More. I need more.”
“More what, my beautiful girl?” Kingston kissed me softly, sharing my taste. Moaning softly before saying, “Tell me what you consent to, and I’ll do it. Anything.”
Consent. Again. He gave me the power to say what we were going to do. I hadn’t expected that. Not from a dragon especially. But I liked it. A lot.
“What if I said I wanted you to take off all your clothes?”
“Is that what you want?”
Duh. “Yes.”
The man rose to his feet, all animal grace and danger, before stripping out of his clothes. Naked. He looked so damn good naked.
“Now what?”
It took me way too long to answer, seeing as how I was distracted by all the naked. “Come back down here.”
He laid his body on mine, both of us sighing when the warmth of our skin coming together grew. “I’m down here. What is it you want me to do?”
Oh, he was going to make me ask for it. Not yet, though. I liked the idea of teasing him too much. “Kiss me.”
I didn’t even have the words out before his lips were on mine, his tongue caressing my own. Kingston knew how to kiss for sure. No overly wet or rough movements—just the silky glide of his lips on mine, the deep pressure of a man who wanted to be kissed, and the delicious taste of cinnamon. Always.
“Now what?” he asked when he finally pulled away, breathing harder than usual.
I wasn’t faring much better. “My breasts. I want to feel your hands on my breasts.”
“Just my hands?” He grabbed one breast, kneading softly as he watched his own actions. “Be specific, Sparky. Will your nipples be satisfied with just a tweak from my fingers?”
He tweaked.
I nearly arched right off the ground. “Your mouth. Please.”
“My pleasure.”
Lies. The pleasure was all mine. His soft lips surrounded the tip of my breast. His tongue—wet and hot and so very dexterous—flicked my nipple as he sucked. So much, and yet it wasn’t enough. My pussy clenched on air, wanting more. Needing to be filled. And as much as I liked teasing him, dragging this out and making him wait to get his, I was beginning to think the person suffering was really me.
Even though I’d already gotten off.
Twice.
Whatever. I was greedy.
“Kingston,” I gasped as he bit—actually bit—down on my nipple. “Now. More…now.”
“More what? I need the words, Sparky.”
I’d love to have said that his use of my nickname brought me to my senses and made me stop. That would be a lie, though. It did nothing of the sort. In fact, I sort of liked it.
Dragon magic was no joke.
“Come on, my sweet girl.” Kingston rocked his hips against mine, teasing me with his hard cock between my thighs. Rubbing against where I was so wet for him, so swollen and needy. “Tell me, and it’s yours. You don’t even have to ask. Just say it. Consent for me, and I’ll give you everything.”
Why would I say no? “I want you inside me.”
“What part of me?” Kingston slipped a hand between us, circling my clit with his finger before sliding it back. Teasing my entrance instead. “My finger? My hand? Or my cock?”
“Kingston,” I whined, trying so hard to rub myself against his evil hand.
“This is fun, my love. Making you ask for what you want, gaining your consent at every step along the way. Fun and necessary. So tell me what you want. What part of me do you want inside this perfectly pink pussy? My finger?” He dragged a knuckle along my clit, the evil dragon. “My hand?” He pulled away from me just a moment before his palm came down harder than I’d expected, making contact with my most sensitive area from top to bottom. Smacking it and giving me another small orgasm with his forcefulness. “Oh, you like that one. But there’s another option. If you ask for it, I can give you all of me. My cock buried so deep inside of you, filling you up the way you crave.” He dragged the head of his cock along my slit, soaking it, teasing my entrance with the tip. “Which part of me do you want?”
As if I could think with him right there. “All of the above?”
He chuckled. “Greedy girl.”
Told ya so.
“Let’s save something for later. Right now, I want this.” I reached between us to grab hold of his little dragon, squeezing and running my fist up and down his length. “Can I have this, please?”
“Such a good girl.” He brushed my hand aside, angling his body to drag the head of his cock over my clit. “I’ll absolutely give you what you want, especially since you asked so nicely.”
“What if I hadn’t?”
He paused, his brow furrowing. “Hadn’t what?”
“Asked nicely. Would you still give me what I wanted?”
“Yes.” He slipped inside, giving me more than just the tip this time but still holding back. “But I would have made you work a little harder for it.”
I gripped his shoulders as he pressed deeper, filling me slowly. So very slowly. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I know how to say please.”
“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll teach you how to scream it.”
Thankfully, the man lived up to his promise. Within seconds—not minutes—he had thrust deep, stretching me around his considerable girth and filling my pussy in a way that had me moaning like a porn star. Or so I assumed. It wasn’t like I watched porn on the regular.
Okay, fine. I did. And I liked it. But I liked the real thing better, especially with Kingston. The man knew exactly what to say to rev my engine.
“Fuck, Sparky. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So perfect and hot.”
See?
Kingston pounded home so deep and hard that I slid across the rocky ground, hanging on to his
shoulders and speaking partial words and nonsensical syllables with every thrust. Clinging to him as I crested again, as he made me come harder than I ever had before. As he groaned and arched and pressed deep, coming inside me. Bare. Raw. Unprotected.
Not the smartest thing I’d ever done, but too good to stop.
And afterward, as we lay in the shadows wrapped around one another, as he drifted off to sleep in my arms, I basked in the warmth of staying the night with a man. Falling asleep with one. Something I’d never done before. Something that could possibly change the way I looked at relationships forever.
Something that made me hunger for long term and potential and matings and things I’d never wanted.
Until him.
6
Kingston
The night of no sleep must have caught up with me, because I couldn’t remember saying even a word after I’d finally come inside my mate. Not one. Nothing sweet or loving to soothe her. Nothing to pontificate on the gloriousness of our coupling. Nothing to explain who I was or how our mating would work. I went from the perfect heat of her body to the blackness of sleep like some sort of human male.
What woke me up from my much-needed slumber was a vibration against my hips and the feeling of something hot running along my cock. Something wet like a—
“Fuck, Sparky.” I grabbed her head and arched back as she took me into her mouth. All the damn way into her mouth. So deep, so hot and wet and fucking perfect. No way was I going to last. Which only meant I got to taste her sweet pussy that much sooner. “Ah, yeah. That’s it. Suck me harder.”
She did, groaning softly as she bobbed over me. Fuck sleep. Who needed it when I had a gorgeous, sexy girl doing such naughty things? Not me. Or, at least, I’d convince myself of that, no matter how heavy my eyelids grew or how slow my brain felt. I could stay awake for this. Definitely.
Fighting hard not to ruin the moment by falling asleep and missing it, I rocked my hips slowly, forcing myself a little deeper as Ginger hollowed her cheeks and sucked me like her life depended on it. By the fates, the woman gave good head. Not too wet, not too sloppy, and a fuckton of pressure drawing me into her throat. I could live forever in that heat. Could die inside her mouth with no regrets. Save one.
