Burn: Dragon Shifter Romance

by Ava Frost

  THE END

  Forbidden Pleasures

  Chapter 1

  Sarah looked at the Drew across the dinner table and sighed silently. Why did her mother have to marry John Mallory, Drew's father? She knew this was a very selfish and unfair thought, because her mother deserved to finally find some happiness in this life, but she could have married a man that didn’t have a son who just happened to be the hottest guy she had ever seen in her life. Tall, brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, perfect tanned skin, a muscular body and a smile capable of melting a woman's heart in no time.

  Ever since she had seen him for the first time at the wedding she had felt extremely attracted to him, to the point she couldn’t think of anything else. The only thing good part of this whole messed up situation was that he no longer lived in the family house, with the three of them. He had his own apartment in town, but he still visited them more times than was good for her mental health.

  The worst part of this was that their parents expected them to act as loving brother and sister, and that made things even harder for her. After all she was sure the feeling was one-sided, and that he saw her as an annoying little sister, even though he was only about six years older than her.

  Again, she considered the idea of moving into a room in her college dorm, but she knew her mother wouldn’t understand it, and John might think she wasn’t happy with his presence in their lives, which wasn’t true.

  So, she just had to forget him. She should get herself a boyfriend hotter than Drew, maybe one of those football players who were always swarming the campus.

  "Sarah darling, will you join us tonight? We have plans to see a musical play this evening, I think it will be a lot of fun," her mother's voice took her out of her thoughts.

  "No, I don’t think so mom. I have to finish writing a long essay that’s due by the end of the week." She excused herself.

  "Oh, that’s too bad, I was hoping you could make it. What about you, Drew?" she asked her stepson.

  "I'm sorry, Anne, I'm just too tired today. I think I'll head home as soon as we finish here." He answered with a loving smile.

  Sarah had to admit he treated her mother in a caring and loving way, and that only made her want him more.

  "If you are that tired, you shouldn’t go back to your place, sweetheart. Use your bedroom here, and that way you would do me a favor as well. I hate leaving Sarah all alone in the house at night." Anne replied.

  "Mom, I think I'm too old for a babysitter." Sarah protested dreading the thought of being home alone with Drew, at night.

  "I think it's a good idea, Drew. We are never too careful. What do you say? Can you stay?" John supported Anne's idea.

  "Oh, come on, not you too John. You do realize I'm twenty years old right?" Sarah added, but John only smiled at her.

  "I'll stay, if that makes you two feel better. I still have clothes here, so that won't be a problem." He said, with a strange smile on his face. He didn’t look exactly pleased.

  Sarah fell into to a sulking silence, and excused herself as soon as she could. She went to her bedroom to work on her essay, determined to avoid Drew's presence at all cost.

  Anne went by her daughter's room to say goodbye.

  "We're leaving now, sweetie. Drew is watching TV if you need him." She told Sarah.

  "Why should I need him mom? You shouldn’t have asked him to stay." Sarah scolded her mother. "You'll make him hate me."

  "Of course not, sweetheart. He's your brother." Anne dismissed her daughter's protests.

  "Not really, mom, and you know it." Sarah clarified, hating her mother's statement.

  "Well, I’m married to his father, so he is your brother. I have to go now, I'll see you in the morning." She said before she left.

  Chapter 2

  Sarah tried to forget about Drew's presence in the house and concentrate on work, and she managed to do so. At 11:00 pm she was too tired to continue, so she decided to take a bath and get a nice cup of hot chocolate. Winter was just around the corner and you could feel the cold wind whistling outside.

  She took a quick shower and put on a silky nightgown, one of her few indulgences. The one she grabbed was short and black with thin straps. Her cleavage was decorated with the lace design of the nighty, and a red ribbon was tied just beneath her big, round breasts. She just loved the feel of the fabric against her skin, and how it looked on her, the dark color making a beautiful contrast with her pale skin and her blonde hair.

  She didn’t bother to put on a robe to go get her cup of hot chocolate, her parents wouldn’t be back so soon and she guessed Drew would be sleeping by now, after all he was tired.

  She went to the kitchen and the house was surrounded in silence. She had just finished preparing the beverage and washing the dishes she had used, when the kitchen door opened up and she heard Drew's sleepy voice.

  "Is that hot chocolate that I'm smelling?"

  In total shock, Sarah turned around to see him, with only a pair of shorts on. He was awake. She looked at her nightgown and groaned inwardly. Well, damage was done. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice, right?

  "I thought you were sleeping." She said, trying to sound normal. But when she looked at his face any pretense of normal fled out the door. His mouth was open, his eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head at any minute and he was shamelessly staring at her.

  "Is that what you wear to sleep?" he finally asked, his voice sounding hoarse, all traces of fatigue gone from his voice.

  She stiffened, hearing reproach in his voice.

  "Yes, do you have a problem with that?" she answered, annoyed.

  "Who do you wear that for?" he demanded, this time scold was obvious.

  "That's none of your business. I'm an adult, and what I do or don’t do is my own business." She replied, feeling angry. Who the hell did he think he was? She grabbed her cup of chocolate and walked to the door, wanting to get back to her room as quickly as possible.

  He didn’t get out of her way. Even more, he stepped in the middle of the doorway, making it impossible for her to pass.

  "Please, get out of my way." She asked as politely as she could.

  "Answer my question and I might consider moving." He answered with a stubborn look on his face. Silence fell between them as they looked at each other until she gave in.

  "Right now, I don’t have a boyfriend, if that's what you're asking, or a lover, or a friend with benefits or anything like that. I just happen to love lingerie." She answered furious. "Happy now? Now get out of my way." She hissed.

  "Yes, that makes me very happy, because that leaves me free to do this." He took the cup out of her hand, putting it on a counter nearby.

  "What…" before she could finish her sentence, he had taken her face between her hands and was passionately kissing her. She struggled for a second before surrendering to the gritty passion of his kiss. Her hands pulled him closer, freeing all the repressed hunger that had been building for months.

  “God, I need you so badly.” He growled as he grabbed her thighs and carried her to the kitchen table where he sat her, standing between her legs, as he continued kissing her, wildly.

  His hands were over her thighs, drawing up a trail to get right where her thighs joined her pussy, dragging her nightgown with it.

  His thumbs grazed her pussy slightly over her lace thong, sending shivers down her spine. His mouth left hers, kissing her cheeks, nibbling her ears, going down her neck.

  “Drew… please…” she pleaded.

  She was trembling so much she could only grab him by his neck, feeling her arousal reach unanticipated heights.

  His mouth reached her breasts over the nightgown, and he sucked them hard, moistening the thin fabric. Meanwhile, his hands were pulling her thong out of the way, down her legs, exposing her soaked pussy to his curious thumbs. He ran them up and down her slit a few times before he opened her lips and pushed a finger inside her, while his thumb covered her clit.

  "Oh, god…
yes…" she moaned out loud, as she buried her fingers in his hair.

  His mouth was still playing with her hard nipples, after he pushed her nightgown down to her waist. He was kissing them, licking them and even nibbling them, creating maddening sensations.

  He pushed a second finger inside her, going in and out in a fast pace, her breath matching his moves.

  “You’re so tight, so hot!” he moaned.

  "Oh, please… please…" she begged, totally overcome by desire.

  And he pleased her. He pushed his shorts down, slid his hard cock up and down her slit, coating it with her juices. Then he rested the tip of his cock at her entrance for just a second before he thrust it all the way in, making her cry out in pleasure. He started plunging in and out of her, increasing his speed and force with every thrust. Her moans mimicked his groans and soon he was dragging her with him, over the edge into a wild sea of pleasure and bliss.

  Still panting, they leaned on each other for a few moments.

  And when the heat came down, so came the realization of what they had just done.

  “Oh God.” She whispered.

  “Damn!” he slipped out of her, pulled up his shorts and helped her get down from the table, and get her nightgown back in place. “I can’t believe I just did that. I had promised myself I would never touch you.” He added rubbing his face with his hand.

  The regret in his voice felt like a stab to her heart, even though she felt the same. This had been a mistake, a huge mistake, but it still hurt to hear it from him.

  She picked up her thong from the floor and put it on.

  “Let’s consider this an act of temporary insanity. No one needs to know, and we can pretend it never happened.” She said, heading out of the kitchen.

  “Wait!” he grabbed her by the arm, preventing her from leaving, cuddling her face in his other hand, resting his forehead on hers. “God, Sarah, I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you, but our parents…”

  She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling how his words appeased her ache. But he was right. Their parents wouldn’t understand.

  “I know, I know.” She replied, looking at him. “It’s better for all of us if we pretend this never happened.”

  He kissed her forehead, before he let her go.

  “I guess we can try.” He said, sighing, as he left the kitchen.

  She stood there for a minute, her eyes closed, her chest heaving, fighting the urge to cry. She had never felt the way she felt in his arms, and knowing she would never experience it again hurt like hell.

  She pulled herself together, threw the now cold chocolate away and cleaned up the kitchen before going back to her room.

  Chapter 3

  When the alarm clock rang next morning, she felt as if she hadn’t slept at all. She dragged herself out of bed and got ready to go to her early class.

  When she entered the kitchen, she was praying to all gods that Drew had already left the house. She didn’t want to face him so soon.

  To her relief, she didn’t see Drew in the kitchen. Her mother informed her he had already left for work, so she hurried to leave too. She didn’t want to answer questions about that night.

  A few days passed before Drew returned to the house. He was already there when she arrived home after class, and her heart almost stopped when she saw him sitting at the kitchen table.

  “Hi, Drew.” She greeted, her heart racing in her chest.

  “Hi Sarah.” He answered, just glancing at her.

  She kissed her mother’s cheek.

  “How was your day, sweetie’” her mom asked her.

  “Busy and I still have to finish some work for tomorrow, so I won’t be joining you for dinner tonight. I’ll just grab a sandwich later.” She announced.

  “I’m sure you can take a few minutes to have dinner.” Her mother complained.

  “Yes, mom, but that makes me lose my concentration. I’m not really hungry anyway.” She explained. “See you around, Drew.” She added as she left the kitchen.

  In her room, she leaned her back against the closed door, her eyes shut as she tried to control herself. She had to get used to looking at him without thinking of that night. She just had to.

  She started to work on her project, concentrating on it, trying to forget he was so close.

  Hours later she heard her parents going to bed, so she decided to take a break from her work and go grab something to eat.

  She had just finished eating her sandwich, laying on the couch, in front of the TV, in her stepfather’s studio, when the door opened and Drew entered the room, wearing his pajamas pants, and closing the door behind him.

  “Drew… I thought you had gone home.” She murmured, blushing.

  “That’s why you only came down now?” he asked, his tone serious.

  “No… I heard mom and dad going up and I remembered I hadn’t eaten.” She explained, as truthful as she could. She didn’t want him to feel guilty.

  “Do you hate me for that night?” he asked, quietly, his head lowered.

  “No, of course not.” She assured him. “It just happened.”

  He walked over to Sarah and kneeled in front of her, his fingers caressing her face. She cuddled her face against his hand.

  “Are you sure?” he asked again.

  “Yes…”

  He leaned over her and kissed her gently on the lips.

  “I haven’t been able to forget that night. I think about you day and night.” He whispered in her ear.

  “I think about you too.” She sighed.

  He kissed her again, leaning closer.

  "I just can't resist you. All I can think of is your scent, your taste… I need you so much." He whispered between kisses.

  She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and soon he was laying on top of her on the couch. She could feel his hard cock through the thin fabric of his pants and her skirt.

  He was kissing her passionately, his hands pulling off her top, and her bra, exposing her breasts to his eyes, hands and mouth. She had her legs crossed over his hip, pulling him even closer to her. His cock felt as if it would drill through the fabric.

  He took his mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples, as his hands kneaded them, she pulled his head closer, completely overcome by the pleasure his touch created on her.

  He pulled her skirt up, trashed her thong and opened her legs, as he slipped one of his hands between them so that he could reach her drenched pussy. He caressed her clit a few times, rubbing and gently stroking it, before he shoved a finger inside her, while his thumb kept working on her clit. He thrust once and twice and then he added another finger. Her moans were becoming whimpers and she was biting her hand to muffle them. All of a sudden he flipped her around, positioning her on her hands and knees as he kneeled behind her.

  “I need to have you, now.” He growled, panting.

  He pushed his pants down, and in no time his cock was slipping up and down her slit before he plunged it inside her, going so much deeper.

  “Oh, yes, yes… please!” she whimpered, gasping for air, her body covered in sweat.

  His hands were grasped at her thighs as he pushed harder and faster with every thrust.

  She buried her face in the cushion to muffle her moans as she felt his cock go deeper and deeper inside her, stretching her walls. She felt him slid a hand and grasp her clit, pinching it hard and she totally lost it.

  Her body started to shudder as wave after wave of pleasure covered her whole body. She was still wrapped in the turmoil of bliss when she felt him quiver and come hard inside her.

  She fell forward and he fell over her, still buried inside her, the two of them panting and heaving.

  He kissed the back of her neck, as he slowly left her body and laid next to her on the couch.

  "We have to stop doing this." She whispered, her face lying on his chest.

  "I know, but this need is stronger than me." He admitted.

  "I should
get back to my room. I would die if mom found me here."

  "Yes, I would too." He kissed her one more time before he helped her off of the couch and to gather her clothes.

  He picked up her ripped thong from the floor, and put it in his pocket.

  "I'd better dispose of this away from here. You would have a hard time explaining to your mother what happened to it." He explained, with a crooked smile.

  She smiled back, admitting that fact.

  He kissed her one more time before she left the room.

  She got to her room without being seen and once in her bed and rewinding the whole thing she scolded herself for being so reckless. They could have been caught by either of their parents and that would have been terrible.

  She really loved being in his arms, being driven into a world of maddening pleasure by his whole body, but the risk was too high.

  Chapter 4

  Just like the morning after their first night together, when she got to the kitchen next morning, Drew was already gone. She went back to her routine, determined to forget all of it and even more determined not to fall again in the temptation he represented for her.

  That following Friday, when she was leaving class, she had a huge surprise.

  Drew was there waiting for her, leaning on his car.

  "Drew! What are you doing here?" she asked, curious.

  "Hi Sarah. Can we talk?" he asked signaling his car.

  "Is something wrong?"

  "No, nothing is wrong; I just need to talk to you." He assured her.

  She got in his car and waited for him to get in as well. She thought they would talk there, but he started the car and pulled out.

  "Where are we going?" she asked puzzled.

  "To a quiet place, where we can talk." He answered.

  He took her to a park, just outside town, and he parked the car in the empty parking lot.

  "What's the matter? What's going on?" she asked in face of his silence.