“No, but let me please maintain some form of dignity. You’ve already seen me naked…twice. You’ve had your hands on my body and now you get to watch me masturbate. No fucking way, Garrett. Two choices, I watch you first or you get to make me come. It’s only fair.”
Garrett could understand why she felt this way. Her hands were fisted at her sides and her eyes were narrowed. Although she was angry as all hell, he couldn’t help but notice the red tinge across her cheeks and neck. Brice was embarrassed about having to do this in front of him. “How about we do this together? You can lie on the sofa, I’ll stand there.”—he gestured to the floor directly next to the sofa—“You understand that I have to watch you though right, Brice? Just in case you change without warning. I have to be ready.”
“What are you going to do to me when I start to turn?” her voice was timid. Her golden brown eyes were almost too large for her beautiful face.
“It would be better if you didn’t know.”
“Will it hurt?” her voice quivered.
In that moment he wished he could lie but knew it would be futile to even try. “Yes, but I’ll be as quick as I can. There is no other way.”
“Okay.”
She trusted him. Believed in him. This had to work.
“Okay then.” Garrett swallowed, his mouth suddenly feeling dry, “Let’s do this.”
He gestured to the sofa and Brice made her way over, pulling down her sweats revealing luscious thighs on legs that went on forever. He pulled off his shirt as she lay down. Brice watched him as he unsnapped his jeans. There was a knife in a sheath at his back so he decided to leave his pants on. Garrett took a deep breath and pulled out his already semi erect cock, her eyes widened, her breathing hitched and she sucked her generous bottom lip into her mouth. Oh how he wished he could kiss her. Slant his mouth over her generous lips whilst pumping into her. The cock in his hand sprang fully to life under her scrutiny. She hooked her fingers in the neck of her t shirt and pulled the garment over her head. Her nipples were tight little berries, he longed to lick his way around the full curve on the underside of her breasts before feasting on her ripe nubs. He had to stop himself from taking a step forward. His cock twitched. Brice stretched herself out on the sofa keeping her hands at her sides and her eyes locked with his.
Half a minute went by. It seemed she was waiting for him to start the festivities. A drop of precum had beaded on the tip of his cock. Garrett moved his legs further apart, he fisted himself a little tighter and moved down the length of his shaft before sliding back up. Slow, even, rhythmic. He’d jerked off at least a couple of million times in his life, but never like this. Already his balls were tightening and Brice hadn’t moved a muscled. Her eyes darted from his face to his cock and back again. Her mouth was parted, her cheeks flushed. When she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked, he groaned imagining himself between her moist lips. Garrett groaned again when those same fingers slid between her folds and circled her clit. He had to force himself not to fist his cock harder and pump faster.
“You’re beautiful. You know that?” His voice had dropped about two octaves.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I want to touch you, would love to be inside of you.” He choked out the last few words as he watched one of her fingers dip into her pussy.
Brice threw her head back and moaned, he grabbed the head of his cock trying hard not to shoot off like some inexperienced teenage boy. Brice did something to him, the experience was new, unnerving. He could feel his heartbeat, could hear it inside his head, could feel his blood heat a few more degrees.
She continued to arch and moan. One finger buried deep inside herself with her thumb firmly on her clit. Garrett pumped the length of his dick trying to keep it slow, still trying hard not to come. That pretty much summed up the last twenty four hours perfectly, his balls in his throat trying not to come.
He just wished he could touch her just a little, but he knew if he did that it wouldn’t stop there. Brice was too damned tempting and he wanted her too damned much.
“Touch your breasts for me, Brice.” Her hooded eyes caught his. “Please, pretend it’s me.” She nodded. Her hand slid up her body from its place at her side and cupped a generous mound. Garrett couldn’t help but to pump a bit faster, he bit the inside of his cheek still trying to keep some semblance of control. Brice was a vision. She squeezed and released her breast in time with the hand she was using to finger fuck herself. “That’s it. Now squeeze your nipple, roll it between your fingers.” She did what he asked and her little pants and moans turned into heavy groans.
“I’m close Garrett. Oh God…I’m close. I’m going to…” She threw her head back giving him a perfect view of her mouth, more specifically, her teeth. His fog riddled brain managed to access that there was no sign of fangs.
His free hand moved to the knife hilt whilst the hand fisting his cock pumped harder. He hadn’t planned on allowing himself to come, but he couldn’t seem to stop his hand from moving. Garrett had to force himself to keep his eyes open whilst a scorching orgasm rocked through his body. He grit his teeth to stop himself from shouting her name. Brice’s back bowed, her hand moving frantically as it thrust in and out. She moaned, shuddered, moaned and shuddered some more and then fell back onto the sofa breathing heavily.
When she seemed to have her breath and composure, she sat up. “Nothing happened. I didn’t change. Hot, it…” She looked down at her legs and back up at Garrett, her eyebrows lifted.
“I’m sorry…really sorry. Don’t move, I’ll bring you a towel or something.” Garrett closed his pants. What the hell had come over him? He’d never come on a woman before. There were men out there that enjoyed spraying their seed all over the women they were with. He was not one of those men. Women needed to be respected. His actions did not constitute respect in his book. Yet, when he played the moment back, he’d actually taken a step towards her when he’d felt he was about to come. He’d done it on purpose. Garrett handed her the towel. “I’m so sorry…”
****
There was a part of her that liked the fact that he had come on her. It was like he was marking her as his. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that it felt like the right explanation. They were aligning themselves to one another. They were bonded. Why didn’t he see it? “I didn’t mind that it happened but your come was hot. You could’ve at least warned me, any hotter and it might have burned me.”
He furrowed his brow. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t warn you because it’s never happened to me before.”
“Oh.” This revelation made her feel special which was a bit ridiculous considering he had come on her. “I understand. Why didn’t I change?” She used the towel to clean her legs.
Garrett shook his head scrubbing a hand through his hair. “I don’t know.”
“You have to touch me. Maybe it doesn’t work unless you’re touching me.”
He turned his mostly silver eyes on her. At least he wanted to touch her even if he wouldn’t let himself. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” he took a deep breath. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea. There’s definitely something here”—he gestured between the two of them—“but it can’t work between us. I come from a broken home. I have no idea what a healthy relationship is. I don’t think I’m capable of one.”
“You just needed to find the right person.”
He smiled and cupped her cheek. “If ever that person existed, it would be you, but it’s not you that’s the problem it’s me. I will hurt you Brice.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
“I don’t deserve your trust.” Garrett stood back up. “I’ll end up leaving you or cheating on you.”
“No, you won’t. We’re meant to be together. I can’t even think about being with another guy. What about you?”
“No, men don’t do it for me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Think about it Garrett, right now,
think about being with another woman.”
His eyes stayed on her. “I can’t think straight, let alone about another woman. Not with you on my sofa, naked, so damned sexy.” His gaze slid down the length of her body.
“You need to make me come. Once I’m under control, we can figure out the rest of the less important stuff.”
“Less important. As in you think we’re mated? How’s that less important?”
“That’s it.” She’d been trying to figure out what the right word was to describe them being together. “Mated. That’s right, we’re mated.”
“This is what I’m afraid of Brice. We’re not mated and us having any kind of physical contact would only make your belief…you’re feelings stronger. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Brice stood facing him head on. “You are hurting me because you don’t want to acknowledge what’s between us. You don’t want to take the time to try and understand. It’s probably because your blood is so diluted. I can feel my demon, Garrett. I know that what we have is real. Our being mates is not important because it is how it is and you will come to figure that out eventually.” She was poking his chest with her finger. “Also, for your information, one lousy orgasm is not going to change my mind either way. Just forget it. I’ll get dressed, you can call the demon cops to come and exterminate me. I’ve never had to beg a man to touch me before and I sure as hell am not about to start now.”
Just like that his eyes turned dark and dangerous, he picked her up by her elbows and pulled her against his hard body. Her breasts smashed against his chest, their mouths meeting somewhere in the middle. She wrapped her fingers around ample biceps and moaned against his mouth as their tongues clashed in an all-out war. Brice wrapped her legs around his hips, would have crawled under his skin if it was possible, she would give anything to feel him inside of her.
Garrett lowered his head to bite the sensitive skin on her neck.
“The bedroom,” her voice was shaky with need.
Garrett let out a curse but walked to the bedroom tossing her on the bed. “No sex.” He pulled her toward him by her ankles before kneeling between her legs. “I’ll make you come and fix you. Then I’m taking you home.”
Brice opened her mouth to argue, but Garrett lowered himself between her thighs using his broad shoulders to push her legs wide open and fastened his mouth on her clit which pretty much stopped the oxygen from going to her brain. Coherent thought, a thing of the past. Soft tugs together with gentle laps from his tongue had her clutching the sheets. She groaned trying hard not to make too much noise, but failed dismally. She looked down. Garrett was watching her, he picked up the pace and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Just when she thought her heart might explode from overuse, he lowered to her entrance and proceeded to fuck her with his tongue. It felt incredible. So much so that she wriggled and squirmed beneath his ministrations, needing more wanting…Garrett grabbed her hips locking her in place, and he moved back to her clit.
“Oh God, Garrett I’m going to….”
He straddled her thighs using his hand to carry on where his mouth had left off. The orgasm started in her core exploding through her entire body. She grit her teeth, her back arching off the bed, her hands tearing at the sheets. He slowly eased off and she collapsed, a panting, sweating mess. The best orgasm she’d ever had and he hadn’t even had sex with her.
He cursed.
“I’m sorry, Garrett.” Aside from a light tingling of her gums, her demon had given her no sign of appearing.
“It’s not your fault,” he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“It sort of is.” His dark eyes flashed to her. “It wants you to fuck us. Won’t come out until you do.”
“That’s your fault how?”
“I want you to fuck us too.” She wasn’t normally this brazen, but he was hers and if he didn’t see that…yet…then it was his own problem.
Chapter Eight
His already hard cock hardened up a whole lot more.
“You were marking me by the way.”
He shook his head trying to follow what she was saying.
“With your semen. You were trying to mark me as yours. That little piece of dragon inside of you instinctually knows what I am.”
Garrett opened his mouth to tell her she was crazy and then shut it again. There was some merit to what she said. Even now, he felt a driving need not only to fuck her, but to spill himself inside her over and over again. To mark her as his. He moved away. Why would he be feeling like this? Unless, unless she was right. They were mates. Even though he didn’t want it to be true, everything in him told him that it was.
A string of curses left his mouth as he paced. “This is worse than marriage. How the hell did this happen? Brice this means you’ll be dependent on me. I can do a lot worse than just break your heart, my indiscretions could end up hurting you, killing you. Mates are physically and emotionally dependant on each other…”
“Listen to yourself Garrett, you said ‘each other’ you would be just as dependant on me. We would be in this together.”
She was kneeling on his bed, naked, so beautiful, so pure and innocent. Brice had no idea what he was all about. If she did, she would leave and never look back and it was up to him to educate her. He needed to come clean about his past…but also about Evelyn.
Garrett had wondered how the hell she had managed to control the hybrid demon inside her. It was unheard of for a hybrid not to go on a killing spree. The amount of sheer will power it would have taken. She would have to have concentrated twenty four hours a day, every day since the hybrid inside her had come into its own. Since spending some time with her, he knew that she was too good and cared too much about others to have let her guard down even for a second. She was special, unique, trusting and he was not about to fuck her up in the long run. He had to explain to her why he would never be a suitable mate. This couldn’t work.
“Like father like son right? At least that’s how the saying goes. My father liked to screw anything in a dress. From my childhood I remember having to listen to my mom cry herself to sleep at night while he hung around in bars and cheap motel rooms or worked late.” He couldn’t help but grind out the last few words.
“My mom would always try to leave him and he would somehow manage to talk her into staying. He’d behave for a couple of months and then it would start again. When I was old enough to understand I asked her why she stayed. What the hell is wrong with a woman to stay in a situation like that? She explained that my father was…sick was how she put it, that he really did love her and she him. It was so fucked up. He died in a car accident coming home after a bar session one night,” he grit his teeth for a few seconds. “I felt nothing but relief."
“Oh, Garrett.” Brice scooted off the bed and slid her arms around his waist. “You’re nothing like him.”
She felt so good up against him that he couldn’t help but hug her back. “Yeah, except I look exactly like him. I am exactly like him. I may be highly diluted, but I have dragon blood in my veins.” He released her and took a step back. “Dragons are sexual beasts. My mother was not enough to satisfy my father. I won’t hurt you in the same way.”
Brice looked down. “Do you pick women up in bars?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean anything. I know what I am, so I stay away from temptation.”
“Do you date?” She looked back up, her golden eyes almost his undoing.
“Yeah, but I’m sure to break it off before any attachments are formed. Before I can do damage.”
“Why? Did you have the urge to cheat on them?” Her lip went back between her lips, her eyes still on him.
“There have never been any exclusivity arrangements so it wouldn’t be cheating, but no it’s not something I make a habit of.” Evelyn was on the tip of his tongue. If she asked him outright he would have to tell her.
She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “You are nothing like your
father, Garrett. You don’t sleep around and you’ve never cheated.”
“I never said that I never cheated. You asked me if I date and I do, I just don’t let things get serious. I was in a relationship that got serious. It only happened once.” He needed her to understand. Needed to keep her safe even if that meant not being a part of her life. “I grew up with a girl named Jessica. We were neighbors, the same age, went to the same school. God, our relationship was romance book worthy. Once we reached a certain age, our relationship seemed to naturally progress.”
“As in puberty.”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “I guess I noticed that she had breasts one day. She saw me notice and next thing we knew, instead of hanging out we were making out. Jessie had it all planned out. After two years of steady dating we were going to go to college together, finish our studies, and get married. The plan was five years to get our careers going and then we would have our first child…a boy.”
Brice sat on the edge of the bed, she folded her legs and leaned back using her arms to keep her upright. Naked, beautiful and so comfortable in her own skin. “Wow, she planned the sex of your first child.”
“Yup. She could be a little over the top. Jessica knew everything about me. That I had strange premonitions sometimes, how fucked up my family was. She was my best friend and I cared about her deeply.” He took a deep breath. “We were invited to a party and Jessie wasn’t feeling well so I went on my own. A couple of drinks later and one of the girls from the cheerleading team”—Garrett shook his head, still disgusted with himself after all these years—“she gave me a blow job. I let her. I can’t blame alcohol or anything else. Shit, I didn’t even know the girls name, didn’t kiss her. One minute I was at the party and the next I was in a back room with a pretty girl sucking on my dick and I couldn’t say no.”
“Did Jessie find out?”
“I told her what had happened. She was so angry, understandably so. Jessica told me that I was exactly like my old man and you know what? She was right. I hurt her so badly. She never spoke to me again. Ignored me flat out, which I deserved. I’ve never let myself forget. I can’t allow myself to forget now.”
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