Sera's Dragon

by Lexxie Couper

  “So you may have Scottish in you, which would account for the hair,” Tyson commented, and Sera could tell he was trying to make her feel calmer. Her heart really was pounding, and if he could indeed sense it, it must sound like an insane drummer on speed was banging away in her chest.

  “Or you may have Irish, which would account for the temper.”

  “Hey!” She slapped him on the shoulder, and then snatched at said recently slapped shoulder when Tyson gunned the engine, making the bike lunge forward.

  He laughed in her ear. “Okay, so we talk about your mum later, maybe in a few decades. Anything else odd about you?”

  “What? Apart from the fact I let you give me oral sex after knowing you for all of about, hmm, five minutes?”

  “It wasn’t five minutes,” he protested, changing the bike’s gears. His thigh muscle bunched and coiled with each shift and Sera couldn’t help but notice how hard it was moving against hers. What would it be like to swivel herself around his hips and straddle them? Press her body to his, her pussy to his groin?

  “I fear that last idea may make me crash.”

  Prickling heat raced over Sera’s cheeks. He was reading her mind…her vibes again. And it turned her on. “Why do you make me so horny?” she whispered, her throat thick.

  “Slide your hand down my stomach and you’ll find you do the same to me.”

  Tyson was giving her a rhetorical command, she knew that, but she couldn’t help herself. She did as told, her fingers and palm finding a bulge so thick and hard straining at his fly, she wondered how the zipper resisted the pressure.

  “Fuck, hon.” Tyson’s groan played with her nerve endings and her nipples pinched tight. “I was kidding. You’ll kill us both before the Extraho Venawhosit find us if you do that again.”

  She pressed herself closer to his back. “How much longer before we reach the Gap?”

  “About five minutes.” His voice wavered.

  She caught the toggle of his zipper and inched it a little lower. Low enough for his cock to force it open a mite more with its straining rigidity. “Ride faster,” she whispered, dragging her thumb over his velvet-smooth tip.

  He groaned again, and it wasn’t a human noise.

  Sera’s pussy constricted. She tugged his zipper lower still, stroking his length as she revealed it. He didn’t seem to be wearing any boxers or briefs and the thought sent a delicious lick of excitement into the pit of her belly.

  “Fuck.” His voice didn’t just waver, it cracked.

  “I love the heat,” she continued on a husky murmur. “I’m always cold, can’t get enough of the sun. My work colleagues call me ‘Lizard’ because I can’t seem to regulate my body temperature.” Once more she touched her thumb to the tip of his cock, now almost fully free of his jeans, and found it moist. Her mouth filled with saliva at the thought of his pre-come wetting his skin and she wrapped her fingers more tightly around his dick. “Except when I’m with you, that is. I haven’t felt cold since you walked into my home and scooped me naked off the floor.”

  Tyson’s moan rumbled deep in his chest. She could feel it vibrate through his body. His cock pulsed in her hand. “Sera…”

  “I can eat anything spicy,” she all but breathed, working her hand up and then down his shaft in slow, squeezing strokes. “I’ve never met a chili I don’t l—”

  She didn’t finish. Tyson banked sharply once, then again the other way and hit the brakes with such force the bike’s rear tire squealed. The noise sank into Sera’s helmet like a scream but before she had time to register it, or anything else about their sudden stop—like their whereabouts—she was being pulled from the seat.

  Her feet had barely touched the ground before her helmet was yanked from her head and Tyson was kissing her, his dick once again in her hands, long and thick and hard and throbbing.

  When had she grabbed it? Had Ty put her hands around its thick girth? She didn’t know.

  Did it matter?

  He could be crazy, Sera. He could be a psychotic cultist. He could be a nutjob who beats up senior citizens for fun. He could…

  His tongue swept over hers, his cock stiffened in her hands and Sera’s last-ditch effort at rational thought was lost.

  Oh, fuck it.

  Chapter 5

  Her mouth moved over his, her hands gripped his cock. Tyson raked his own up her back, tangling his fingers in the wild tumble of her hair. He’d never been kissed with such hungry fierceness. Her tongue invaded his mouth, mated with his. She sucked on its length before capturing and nipping his bottom lip.

  Hot pleasure speared through him, down to his balls. He groaned, pumping his cock upward in her grip. It meant fuck-all that they were standing in an empty car park with nothing but the dark night to hide them from anyone who happened by. It meant even less that locals used the road skirting the other side of the car park to access their homes—homes that overlooked the spot where they stood now.

  None of it mattered because Sera was pumping his dick with such amazing, talented hands he could barely think at all.

  What if someone drives past? Looks out their window? This isn’t what you brought her here for, idiot. This isn’t what you—

  She squeezed her fingers and dragged her thumb over the tip of his cock, the friction sending fresh pleasure through his groin. He moaned into her mouth, capturing her tongue in response.

  Christ, he was about five pumps away from coming at this rate.

  No. You have to stop her. You can’t come. Not until you—

  The thought vanished the second Sera pulled from the kiss, dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.

  Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes, yes…

  She sucked on his length, her tongue working the underside of his dick as the back of her throat pressed down on his cock head.

  Tyson slammed his hips forward, incapable of doing anything else. It felt so good. So fucking good.

  With a low moan, Sera’s hands found the waistline of his jeans and tugged them down over his hips.

  The warm night air kissed his naked arse. Lightning raced through his veins. He threw back his head, fisting his hands in her hair. His skin prickled with heat, his pulse pounded in his ears.

  Sera’s tongue laved the root of his cock with slow strokes before sliding her mouth up his length, sucking firmly all the while.

  “Honey,” Tyson groaned, his fists balling tighter. “You need…I can’t…”

  She plunged down his length again, one hand cupping and tugging his balls, the other squeezing and kneading his arse cheek.

  Scalding pleasure ribboned through his dual existence. Deep within his soul, the beast roared. He gritted his teeth, willing away the climax rushing toward him. He had to stop her. He couldn’t come, not yet, but damn if he wanted her mouth anywhere else but his dick. Fuck if he could stop his Fire Mate.

  Fucked if you don’t, Ty.

  The bleak thought tore through his mind and he bucked, yanking at Sera’s hair.

  Stop her, Tyson!

  “Sera,” he tugged at her hair again. Tried to pull away. “Honey, you need—”

  She sucked down his cock once more, so deep he felt the back of her throat on his cock head.

  His head lolled back, his eyes fluttered closed. How could he fight this? He wasn’t strong enough. Her mouth was so wet, so hot, so tight…

  Stop her. Before it’s too—

  Sera pressed a fingertip to the puckered hole of Tyson’s anus.

  Pleasured lashed him. His balls rose up, grew hard and his hips slammed forward. He cried out, part rapture, part terrified frustration. “Sera,” he choked out, throat strangled with overwhelming pleasure. “Oh honey, you need to…” He pumped into her mouth even as he tried to pull away. She wouldn’t let him escape. Her moans of pleasure vibrated around his turgid dick. Her finger pushed at his arsehole again, sending fresh, horrifying, exquisite heat to his core. With every push deeper into his hole, with every tight suck on his cock, Sera pushed him
closer and closer to oblivion.

  “Sera,” he ground out, unable to look at her. The second he saw his cock disappearing between her full lips—lips no doubt glistening with moisture—he’d be lost. He would come.

  And Sera would die.

  Stop her!

  “Sera!” he gasped, pulling at her hair. “Sera! I’m going to…I’m going to ignite!”

  The last word tore from his throat in a hoarse scream. He shoved her away, stumbling backward. When his cock popped free of her sucking mouth, he bit back a groan. The sensations of her lips and tongue sliding over his erection as he escaped almost undid him. His cock throbbed. His orgasm was still close. Too close.

  She looked up at him, still on her knees beside his bike. The moon cast her in a pale silver glow and he could see how glazed her eyes were, how fogged and crazed with lust. The mating fire had claimed her as well, had held her in its rapturous grasp. If he had doubted she was his Fire Mate before, the raw, elemental need in her eyes destroyed that doubt. The magic of their destined joining burned in her eyes, a desire so hot, so potent, just looking at it made his cock pulse in harmony.

  “Ty?” She reached for him, his name a husky breath.

  He shook his head, taking another step back and pulling up his pants. How the fuck he had the self-control to do such a thing, he didn’t know. Not when his dick throbbed with such urgent need, not when his skin burned with the incinerating blaze of the mating fire. It physically hurt to pull up his zipper. “One more suck of your mouth,” he croaked, his mouth dry, his throat tight, “one more stroke of your tongue on my cock and I’m going to come.”

  She straightened to her feet, her eyes still ablaze. “So?”

  That single word made his balls ache. His cock jerk. He closed his eyes and shook his head again. “Remember what I told you on the ride up here, Sera? One soul-shattering orgasm and I’ll spontaneously combust. With how turned-on you make me, with how fucking aroused I am, my soul isn’t just going to shatter when you make me come, it’s going to obliterate.”

  Her eyes cleared of her molten lust and she stared at him, catching her bottom lip with her teeth.

  Tyson bit back a groan. Damn, he so wanted to step closer and do that for her. Wanted to suck on that lip so recently teasing his dick. Instead, he took another step away from the temptation she presented. He had to.

  “If I come in your mouth, you’ll be engulfed in flames, hon. You’ll die. I need to be inside you. I need to be buried in your sweet pussy. I need to be mated with you in the most carnal way before I come.”

  She stepped toward him, her fingers moving to the zipper of her jeans. “So come inside me. I’m ready. I want—”

  He held up his hand. Christ, how could he keep going when all he could smell was her juices? All he could hear was her thudding heart and ragged breath? “And,” he continued, keeping his voice steady, “I have to show you.”

  “Show me what?”

  “What I truly am. I’ve told you but you still don’t believe me. I can taste your doubt. You’re under the spell of the mating fire, your body and mind is controlled by its force now, but you need to see me in my other form. Your mind needs to comprehend it. I need you to believe what I am, to acknowledge it before I enter you…otherwise I’ll wonder for the rest of my long, long life if you would have run away from me screaming before we mated.”

  She stepped toward him once more. “Tyson, I—”

  “Watch me, my love,” he whispered, a second before he turned and ran for the chest-high, steel-and-wire barrier lining the footpath alongside the cliff’s edge, fifty yards behind him.

  He heard Sera shout. He heard her feet scramble for traction as she came after him. He heard her heartbeat slam against her breastbone. He felt her shock in every fiber of his body, and then his fingers were curling around the cold, steel top of the barrier that separated him from the lethal, one-hundred-and-thirty-foot plunge, and he was throwing himself over it. His feet hit the narrow strip of ground on the other side of the barrier then prickling, scalding heat erupted over his entire body…

  And in one fluid leap, he dived headfirst off the Gap.

  Sera screamed, her throat stripped raw. She ran for the barrier, threw her hands over the top and tried to scale it. She failed. The barrier was four feet tall and slightly curved, arcing toward the sea, a design intended to hinder people from doing exactly what she was currently attempting.

  She let out a choked cry, her stare locked on the black emptiness beyond.

  Her chest ached. Her heart smashed into her throat.

  He’d done it. Oh God, he’d done it! He’d brought her up here, made her believe he was something unreal, something magical, made her want him, need him…and then thrown himself to his death. Oh God, he—

  Something massive and red shot upward from the darkness. Something moving so fast she could barely track it. She stumbled back a step, her mouth falling open.

  Holy shit, that can’t be…

  The massive red blur spiraled upward, upward, until the only way she could watch it climb in the sky was to bend her head back so far her neck protested in pain.

  Oh God, Sera, are you seeing this? Are you really seeing this?!

  Her pussy throbbed. Her nipples pinched tight. So tight they hurt; a glorious ache that fed the want in her core. A squirming heat blossomed in her sex and her pussy throbbed some more.

  The sound of something like massive wings—wings!—thumped twice way above her head and then the red blur curved in the air, the moonlight glinting off scales the color of blood, and the dragon dove straight toward her.

  Dragon.

  It was a dragon. He was a dragon.

  Tyson was a dragon!

  Sera couldn’t help herself. She laughed.

  As if the joyous sound had drifted all the way up to it, the dragon opened his long, elegant muzzle and screeched. The cry was so like the noise most movie T-Rexes made, Sera wondered for a surreal second if Hollywood directors were dragon shifters too.

  She watched the dragon dive toward her. Watched him draw closer, closer, until, at the last second, he extended wide and majestic wings and swooped just over her head.

  Laughing, she lifted her hand, her fingertips skimming his belly as he passed. The contact of silken scales to her flesh almost made her come. Her sex constricted in a powerful convulsion of wet heat. Her juices flowed, turning the junction of her thighs damp. She let out another stunned laugh, watching as the dragon spiraled upward again before winging his way out over the ocean.

  The moon reflected off his impossible presence, turning his scales to shimmering jewels. He was glorious. Divine. Sera couldn’t find the words to describe him.

  Mine?

  She smiled, nodding to herself. He was hers. And she was his. Her Fire Mate. It made no freaking sense—hell, she was watching a dragon the size of a whale fly over the ocean, why would it make sense?—but she believed it utterly. She was his and he was hers.

  A soft noise dragged her stare from Tyson’s magnificence. The footpath was empty, as was the car park, where Tyson’s bike stood. Even the road was deserted, and the houses on the other side of it sat dark, their windows devoid of light. She squinted into the night, turning her attention to the car park and the black shape of the Honda.

  Was someone there?

  She frowned. “Hello?”

  No one answered.

  Sera stared hard at the Honda. Something felt off, but—

  “Shit, the keys.” The sudden realization the keys still hung in the ignition sent a chill through her euphoric joy. Tyson hadn’t removed them before pulling her from the bike when they’d first arrived, and she sure as hell hadn’t thought to do so when he’d run for the barrier. He may be a dragon shifter with a built-in mode of transportation, but Sera had no doubt he’d be pissed if his bike were stolen while he was flying around proving to her what her heart should have known without proof.

  With a quick glance at the dragon winging his way toward h
er from out over the sea, she hurried for Tyson’s bike.

  Another T-Rex-like cry cut the silence behind her, sending additional waves of primitive lust slicing through her. Skidding to a halt beside the bike, Sera snatched the keys from the ignition and shoved them into her pocket. Her heart raced, her pussy pulsed. As soon as Tyson stood before her as a human again, she was jumping his bones. It didn’t matter that they were in public. If any late-night jogger or tourist came along, they could sit back and enjoy the show. She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to have him inside her. She had to feel his—

  The noise came again. Louder this time. She jerked around and peered into the darkness just in time to see something small and gray leap into the scattered bits of low scrub next to the footpath.

  A short, nervous chuckle fell from her lips. “Cat,” she muttered.

  With a narrow-eyed stare at the spot where the cat had disappeared, she shook her head and ran back to the barrier.

  The dragon waited for her, wings tucked against his muscled body, tail wrapped around his back feet. The spines along his back lay flat, the long, needle-like horns extending from his head shimmery in their luster. He watched her approach, his iridescent golden-green eyes unblinking. He extended his swanlike neck, drawing his head closer, nostrils flaring.

  Sera slowed to a halt, her gaze holding his. “You are truly magnificent.”

  A small lick of yellow flame danced from his right nostril.

  “And there’s no way I’m running anywhere unless it’s with you.” She had no idea if he understood, but the tiny flames licking at Tyson’s nostrils suggested he did. As did the way he lowered his head before her, dropping his body closer to the ground.

  Sera smiled. She knew what he wanted. What he offered. Without hesitation, she walked toward him. Her fingers traced the jeweled length of his muscled neck, the flattened spines, as she made her way to his shoulders. Using his bent leg as a step, she climbed onto his back and straddled his neck where it met his powerful body. “If you let me fall,” she said, shifting about until she found the perfect position, “I’m gonna be mighty miffed, do you understand?”