He smiled, letting his hands wander over the delightful curve of her arse before journeying the length of her thighs and back up to her waist again. “What? You telling me I’m not special, hon?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
He nodded. “Damn straight I’m special.”
“And egotistical.”
“Yep.”
Sera slapped his shoulder. “Answer the question. How many dragon shifters are there in Sydney? Do you even know?”
He chuckled. “Not an exact number, no. Most of Australia’s dragons are located in Sydney, Brisbane and Melbourne, although quite a few have found themselves settling down in more rural, less-populated areas. There are both European and Asian dragon shifters in this country, although the majority is European, as far as I can tell.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Are you sure your last name isn’t Wang?”
She laughed, a low chuckle that vibrated through her body and squeezed his cock with gentle pulses. It was a deliciously unexpected sensation and Tyson’s dick reacted the way all good, hot-blooded male dicks should—and cool-blooded dragon-shifter dicks, for that matter. It twitched with rising interest. But as much as the idea of flipping Sera onto her back and bringing her to another long and thoroughly satisfied orgasm was, he remained still.
“No, my name is Hayes, I’m afraid.”
He shrugged, grinning. “It was a thought. You mentioned a cousin?”
She nodded. “My cousin Yorick.”
Tyson blinked. And then laughed. He couldn’t help himself. “Yorick? You’re kidding me, right?”
She shook her head, the tousled waves of her hair brushing the naked curves of her breast and, once again, Tyson’s cock jerked in appreciation. He had to hurry up and get his answers. Otherwise he’d be fucking her during his half-arsed family history interrogation.
“No, his real name is Yorick. Yorick Wentworth Hayes, in fact. But only I call him that. Everyone else calls him Rick.”
“And Yorick,” Tyson had to pause to chuckle again, the action making his rapidly stiffening dick dance and jerk and jump about in Sera’s sweet heat. “Yorick isn’t remotely…lizardish?”
She threw back her head and laughed, the wonderful sound both rising into the night sky and sinking into his heart. He loved the way she laughed, with unabashed humor and glee. “Yorick is far from lizardish. In fact, I’d say he’s decidedly bearish.”
Tyson pulled a face. “Ugh, bear shifters are always grumpy. God save us if he is a bear shifter. Christmas dinners will be a ball of fun.”
“Hey,” Sera gave his shoulder a whack, her eyes twinkling with mischievous indignation in the moonlight, “that’s my cousin you’re talking about, lizard boy.”
His eyebrows rose. “Lizard boy?” He tangled his hands in her thick mane of hair, unable to deny the want in his body any longer. He’d get back to the family-tree investigation later. After he’d sated himself on her deliciousness. Grinning, he tugged her closer. “Lizard boy?”
She laughed, squirming in his hold. Her pussy gripped and squeezed his fully engorged shaft as she stretched out along his chest and it was all Tyson could do not to moan and shoot his load there and then. Hells bells, she made him hornier than a teenager and hotter than a…well, a dragon in heat.
“Hmmm, lizard boy,” she echoed, sliding up the rigid length of his dick. “But don’t worry.” She paused at the very tip of his cock, her folds wrapping the head, her gaze holding him just as imprisoned. “I have a thing for lizards.”
With an arch of her back, she slid back down his cock, burying him to the hilt.
He stretched her so fully. So completely. She stared down at his face, reveling in the utter pleasure that ignited in his eyes. Loving the way his nostrils flared. The way he sucked in a swift breath as her pussy gripped his shaft. The glass beneath him slid against her knees, a highly surreal and totally arousing reminder of who he was, what he was. It made her heart quicken and her pussy throb.
He was a dragon shifter. Her dragon shifter. And yet, even that wasn’t the most amazing, arousing part. It was the fact that he could just be a man, a simple human, and she still would want to spend the rest of eternity with him.
Would want to spend the rest of her life laughing with him, living with him, making love to him.
Is that just the mating bond talking, Sera?
It wasn’t. Her heart knew it, as did her body. The surreal lust-fever she’d experienced in the car park when she’d gone down on him without a single thought for their surroundings…that was the mating bond. The euphoric happiness she felt now was something altogether more powerful. More real.
And wonderful.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, smoothing his palms up her thighs to her hips. His fingers curled into her flesh, his eyes closing for a brief second. She squeezed her inner muscles and slowly slid up his length. Up, up, until her pussy lips circled the rim of his cock head.
“Do I?” she murmured, watching the play of emotions on his face. Tortured control, aching pleasure. Her pulse pounded a little harder. God, she knew exactly what he was feeling. She felt his response not only in every fiber of her body but in her heart. A benefit of being his Fire Mate? She didn’t know. Whatever it was, she loved it.
He opened his eyes and stared up at her. “You do. So very, very good.”
With a slow curl of her lips, she inched down his shaft, holding his gaze as she did so. Her body still smoldered from their previous lovemaking, and not in the oh-God-he-burst-into-flames way. She’d had lovers before—three in her lifetime, to be exact—but none had given her what Tyson had. Four orgasms and his heart. She wanted to give him back just as much pleasure. He’d set her on fire, literally. She wanted to make him burn just as hot.
Rolling her hips forward, she ground her clit against the root of his cock, leaning forward just enough to brush her nipples over his chest.
Tyson groaned, his nails digging a little deeper into her hips. His nostrils flared again, the skin around his eyes tight.
“Will you ignite every time we make love?” She let the question fan over his lips, his chin, in a soft whisper.
His breath hitched in his chest and he raked one hand up the line of her spine to the hair at her nape. “I-I don’t…I don’t know. I suspect…” He paused, moaning as she squeezed her sex around his cock in a quick series of tight pulses. “I suspect with how fucking good you feel,” his hand fisted in her hair and he thrust his hips upward in a savage buck as if to prove his point, “how good you make me feel…yes.”
Sera drew a long, slow breath. “Better buy some fireproof sheets then.”
He opened his eyes, desire shining in their dark depths. “Exactly.”
She chuckled, lowering her head to capture his bottom lip with her teeth. It was meant to be a quick kiss, just to tease him, that’s all, but he held her still, his tongue swiping over her lips, his hand, a balled fist at her nape, his cock, a throbbing pole of hard heat embedded in her pussy.
Oh God, yes.
She sank back on his length, up again, down. He pushed into her with each sliding stroke, thrusting deeper and deeper into her sex, his hand in her hair, the other gripping her arse. Her folds burned with the stretching girth of his cock and she savored the pain. It was unlike anything she’d experienced before. It was raw and tormenting and exquisite.
“You are so fucking tight, Sera.” His voice was a husky croak. “So tight. So wet and so hot.”
The words caressed her senses. Her breath left her in a ragged whimper, only to catch in her throat when the fingers on her backside dipped to the puckered hole of her anus.
“I know you’ll be tight here too.”
Her heart smashed into her throat. Her belly knotted. Her pussy contracted. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, a wicked tension stealing through her. Did she dare ask him to enter her there? Is that what he wanted?
Would it hurt?
“Tyson,” she whispered. Her f
lesh prickled with an incomprehensible urgency. “I want…”
His cock throbbed in her pussy as his fingertips pressed to her anus again. “Tell me, hon,” he groaned. “Tell me what you want.”
Sera closed her eyes. He thrust into her, a forceful stroke that made her whimper. Her anus constricted, her clit ached. God help her, she’d never been so on the brink of complete pleasure meltdown.
“Tell me what you want, Sera, and I will do it. There are no taboos between Fire Mates.”
Her throat grew tight, her pussy tighter. She could feel her juices seeping from her, slicking his ever-thickening cock. Fear and excitement and concentrated lust poured through her. Made her ache all over. Made her tremble.
She opened her eyes and stared down into his face. Saw the same emotions burning in his face.
“Take me there, Ty,” she whispered, her sex gripping his shaft, her pulse pounding in her ears. “Take me there and make me—”
He had her on her back before she could finish the command. One second she rode his hips, the next he loomed over her, his hand between her spread thighs, his fingers deep inside into sodden folds. The glass beneath her was warm, the melted sand a smooth bed against her damp skin. The night air played over her limbs like an invisible lover’s caress, but none of that mattered.
Not when Tyson lifted one leg and then the other and rested them on his broad shoulders. Not when he gazed down into her face with eyes that burned with desire and wondrous hunger.
Not when he stroked his cream-painted fingers over her clenched hole with steady, gentle fingers.
Oh God, Sera, he’s going to…he’s going to…
He pulled a deep, slow breath. “If you want me to stop I will.”
She shook her head, jerking her hips a little higher, aligning her butt a little closer to his jutting cock. “Don’t you fucking d—”
He pushed the head of his cock against her anus.
“Oh, oh…Ty…”
Her breath burst from her in ragged pants. Her belly hitched. She stared into his eyes, the eyes of her dragon.
He inched his hips forward and leaned into her, pushing her legs back. The bulbous dome of his cock head penetrated her. Slowly. So excruciatingly slowly.
Searing pain and pleasure radiated through Sera. She hissed in a breath…another…another, teeth gritted.
“Fuck, Sera.” Tyson’s murmur flayed her senses. “You’re tighter than I thought. Do you want me to—”
“Deeper,” she groaned.
He let out a moan, and pushed his cock deeper into her arse.
Wicked pleasure tore through her. She grabbed his arms, a distant part of her mind noting the way his biceps bulged. Hard and sculpted and perfect. So perfect. Like the pain and pleasure searing through her now. Pleasure she’d always held to be forbidden and wrong. God, how naïve she’d been.
“Not naïve, babe,” Tyson’s voice trembled, his stare holding hers, his cock sinking inch by amazing inch into her virgin flesh. “Just waiting for your Fire Mate.”
She squeezed the muscles of her anus, gripping his length as tight as she could. “Waiting for you.”
Her words, spoken on a ragged groan, seemed to unleash Tyson’s control. With a purely dragon growl, he sank fully into her arse. His eyes, equally as inhuman, blazed. He held himself motionless inside her for a beat and then withdrew, sliding out until the very rim of his cock head stretched her anus before plunging back into her tightness again.
Sera cried out, sounds without words. Words were lost to her, lost to the unrivalled sensations he filled her with. She dug her nails into his arms, bucking her hips into each stroking thrust. She cried out and whimpered and moaned and then, when she didn’t think she could take any more, when she didn’t think it was possible to feel more than she was already, he pressed his thumb to her clit and rolled it back and forth in quick, fierce strokes.
And she knew there was more Tyson could give her. So much more he would give her.
And it was that thought that pushed her over the edge. Pushed her to a release beyond the physical, a release beyond emotional.
His name tore from her throat the very second Tyson threw back his head and roared. The very second the world turned blue and they were both engulfed in white-hot flames. Flames that danced over their flesh, licked over their bodies. Flames that joined them together as they surrendered to their simultaneous releases.
The release of the Fire Mate. Powerful. Consuming.
Incinerating.
* * * *
Trying to redress was a bit of a joke. Tyson had tossed her jeans too near the surf, and they were thoroughly damp and sand-covered. He’d also ripped the zipper toggle clean off in his urgency to undress her. She held them up, giving him a pointed look.
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m an animal?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, you’re a reptile. That still doesn’t mean you can damage all my clothes every time we bonk.”
He laughed, swiping his hands over his sand-flecked knees. “Does it help if I say I’m ridiculously wealthy and will buy you a new pair of jeans every time I break a zipper while yanking them from your delectable body so I can fuck you senseless?”
Sera gave him a wide grin. “Oh, well in that case, break away any time you like.”
He laughed again, his eyes twinkling before, with a shudder she felt in her core and a blinding flare of shimmering golden light, he transformed.
The massive dragon looked at her, stretched wings just as massive and thumped his tail.
Sera chuckled, then grimaced as she shoved her legs into the damp jeans. She really looked silly, what with the front gaping open, but at least she would be dressed—sort of—when they landed back in the Gap’s car park. As much as she loved the idea of riding naked on Tyson’s back, she didn’t love the idea of riding his bike barelegged through the streets of Sydney. They did have to get home somehow, after all.
Yanking at both sides of her fly, she cast her sand-dusted legs a woeful look. Well, if nothing else, she was trendy. The grungy-surfer look was a popular one at the moment, if the hordes of teenage girls visiting the zoo every day were anything to go by.
At the thought of the zoo, Sera’s cheeks filled with heat. Tomorrow she would go to work to tend to Puff and spend every freaking minute thinking about her real dragon. How on earth was she going to last the day without rushing to the loo to relieve the—
A hot fan of air tickled the backs of her legs and she turned around, finding Tyson crouched behind her, head lowered, wings spread.
“Okay, okay, I get the message.” She moved to his shoulders and climbed onto his neck, settling herself astride his muscled form. “You just better be in a rush to get home so we can…how did you put it? Experience the rapture of fucking each other senseless again?”
He lifted his head and stretched his neck to face her, regarding her with a steady gold-green gaze before the flattened spines between her thighs grew a little stiffer, pressing at her still-sensitive folds and clit through the denim of her jeans.
She wriggled against the wholly pleasurable contact. “Good.”
The spines stiffened a little more, pressing at not just her sex but her arse as well. She let out a soft moan. Her dragon’s eyes shimmered in response and then, with almost silent swipes of his majestic wings, they were airborne.
He took the long way back to the Gap’s deserted car park, a gloriously wonderful flight involving low, sweeping glides over the water’s surface and graceful arcs high in the sky. It truly was amazing, and Sera found herself just as aroused by the flight as she was the thought of Tyson’s naked human body moving inside hers. Her pussy tingled and her nipples pinched tight. Flame-proof sheets or not, when they got home—his place or hers, it didn’t matter—she was jumping his bones. Jumping his bones, bonking him silly and fucking him senseless. Maybe even all three.
The deliciously wanton thought was still tickling her funny bone when they landed in the wide clearing next t
o the cliff face. She laughed, swinging her leg over his neck to slide from his body. Her feet hit the ground, her hands trailing over his scaly shoulder as she lifted her face to smile at him.
At the very second a soft thwak sounded behind her—and a long, thick arrow was suddenly jutting from the crimson beauty of Tyson’s chest scales, as if it burst out of his body from within.
Her dragon threw back his head and screeched, a deafening wail that ripped the silent night apart. The bolt trembled in his body, bright green blood seeping from the puncture with sickening ease.
Sera froze for barely a heartbeat then spun around. Her heart slammed into her throat and she let out a strangled gasp.
Oh fuck!
The little old lady from the Bondi Beach esplanade was running toward them from the far side of the car park, pink lips pulled into a hideously gleeful grin, coke-bottle glasses crocked on her face, a wicked-looking, three-stringed silver crossbow gripped in her gnarled hands.
The old lady last seen lying unconscious on Sera’s hallway floor.
The old lady who wasn’t just an old lady, but an Extraho Venator.
How the fuck had she found them?
Sera spun back to Tyson, a scream tearing from her throat. The dragon swung his head toward her, the silver bolt in his chest now somehow glowing…
Tyson threw back his head and roared again, so loud Sera slapped her hands to her ears. A shudder rippled over his body and fresh blood gushed from around the bolt.
No no no!
“Tyson!” she screamed, her heart smashing against her breastbone. “Go! Get away!”
His iridescent gaze locked on hers and everything slowed down. Slowed while a lifetime of thoughts whipped through her mind in the time it took her frantic heart to manage a single beat.
A lifetime of isolation, of loneliness. Of never feeling connected to anyone, of finding her only solace by working with reptiles. The rapture of being kissed by Tyson on Bondi Beach, of feeling his heat, of watching him fly. The ecstasy of riding his strength, of being engulfed by his fire. Of loving him after only a day, of needing him, knowing she couldn’t live without him. Knowing he was hers and she was his forever.
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