Burn: Dragon Shifter Romance

by Ava Frost

  “Are you still coming this Saturday night? Frank’s having a few guests over for the game and of course you’re invited. I think Jeff is coming.”

  “Eh, who cares,” Emma said, immediately regretting it.

  “Why? What’s wrong? Is there something going on between you and Jeff?”

  “No, mom, I was just making a joke. I’ll be there if I’ve caught up with homework by then. I probably will be, I kind of planned my schedule out pretty well to keep the surprises to a minimum.”

  “Okay, great. I’ll let Frank know. He’ll be excited that you’re coming.”

  Great, mom,” Emma said. “I need to get off the phone, though. I’m getting on the highway and I hate being distracted. I love you, I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Okay, baby, love you too.”

  Chapter 4

  When Emma got to the party on Saturday, she was a little nervous. She hadn’t talked to Jeff after the blowjob incident and really hoped that things weren’t awkward between them at the party. If he showed up. She knocked on the front door and her mother answered it, smiling at her, hugging her as she pulled her inside. The game was already in full swing and as Emma moved into the living room, she saw her stepfather on the couch with Jeff and several of his friends, all holding beers. A few of the wives were sitting separately, talking and laughing over wine.

  “Look who decided to show up,” her mother said with a smile, almost as if she were presenting her daughter to the room for the first time.

  “Hey, Emma, join the party,” Frank said, gesturing her over.

  “No thanks, Frank, I’m not much for football.” She walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder, leaning and kissing him on the cheek. She’d tried not to look at Jeff as she approached the couch. After she straightened, Jeff looked at her with a comical look and stuck his cheek out.

  She stared back at him, a bit mortified.

  “What?” he asked. “I don’t get one?”

  Her mouth closed and flattened into a line. She put her hand on her hip and Jeff shrugged as the room exploded into laughter. He glanced at her again and although his face had a smile on it, his eyes said something completely different.

  She stepped back and finally, after holding her gaze for a few more moments, he looked away, back to the TV and took a sip of his beer. Emma walked to the group of women and made small talk for the better part of an hour before she stood back up and walked up the stairs slowly, feeling Jeff’s eyes on her. She walked into the guest room and sat down on the bed, the door cracked, light from the hallway spilling through the crack.

  Her heart was beating hard as she waited for what seemed like hours. Finally she heard footsteps, light on the stairs, moving up. A shadow passed across the door and she felt a breath catch in her throat. The shadow moved back and then the door slipped open quietly. Jeff’s dark frame filled the doorway and they simply stared at each other for a few moments before Jeff moved inside quickly and shut the door behind them, locking it and stepping towards Emma. Emma tried to stand up but Jeff was already on her, gripping her in his strong arms and kissing her passionately. The room was dark and she fell back against the bed, putting a hand down to brace herself as Jeff let his hand roam over her skin.

  She felt her back arching involuntarily as his mouth found her neck, nibbling and sucking the skin there. She simply let him ravish her, letting her head fall back as his hands slipped underneath her shirt, pushing underneath her bra to touch her breasts. Her nipples were already hard but his fingers quickly made them even stiffer.

  They were about to have sex in her parents’ house. In their parents’ house. Someone could discover them there, or hear them, and for Emma that just made it hotter.

  “Hurry,” she whispered, pushing his head up so she could kiss him some more. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

  They undressed quickly in the darkness, shedding their clothes and falling on the bed.

  Jeff got on top of her and she felt the velvety heat of his thick shaft against her belly as his mouth fixed on a nipple, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, grazing, biting. She felt her legs squirming as he worked. She reached down, finding him and ran her fingers over his hard length.

  His hot, wet breath and tongue trailed down her stomach to her pussy, pausing there. Her heart thudded in the darkness and her hushed breaths filled the room. She reached out, almost squealing in frustration at his teasing, finding his head and pulling him into her crotch. His tongue slipped between her folds, quickly finding her clit and gently licking it. She sucked in a breath, catching it before a moan slipped out and put a hand over her mouth, the hand on Jeff’s head quickly becoming a fist as she gripped his hair. He had her thighs on his strong shoulders, his face buried in her pussy.

  She snorted out a breath, looking down and faintly making out his shadow between her legs. Her toes curled a bit as he worked, his strong tongue expertly ravishing her wet pussy. He sucked her swollen pussy lips into his mouth, humming low as he licked her. Emma felt him insert a single finger, and she clenched around it, biting her lip as he moved it in and out while still licking her.

  She was wet and because of the darkness, even more sensitive to touch because she couldn’t see. Jeff’s tongue felt amazing. She wanted to scream out but continued to grind her teeth in her mouth, holding back the moans and grunts as best she could.

  Shaky breaths filled the silent room with the wet sound of Jeff’s fingers moving in and out of her soaked pussy. Someone walked up the stairs and Jeff paused for a moment. Emma’s heart was in her throat as Jeff began licking her again. The person at the top of the stairs walked past the locked door to the bathroom in the hall.

  Jeff pushed his fingers deep, wiggling them. Emma’s hips jerked up and she let out a quiet moan, immediately putting a hand over her mouth afterwards. Had the person in the bathroom heard her?

  Jeff’s fingers were loud now and she knew that his fingers were coated in her creamy pussy juice. She clenched around him as he slipped in and out, her toes still curled as he kept licking and sucking. Her stomach heaved as she rolled her hips up against his mouth and tongue, feeling the heat rising. Jeff sensed her urgency and he moved his hands up, his rough fingers rolling her nipples as she frantically rubbed her pussy against his mouth.

  Her breaths came out in tiny, quiet puffs, the slick sound of her pussy against his mouth filling the room. Blood rushed through her head and she covered her mouth, unable to stop the moan that came from her lips. Her orgasm exploded like a bomb in her skull, the blast wave rushing through her veins, sizzling her nerve-endings.

  Her ears were ringing a little as pleasure dulled all the rest of her senses. She was aware of Jeff’s hand over her mouth. She didn’t know where her hands were. After a few more moments of bliss, she opened her eyes and looked around. The bathroom door opened and Jeff took his hand off her mouth.

  The toilet must have been flushing while she came. The shadow passed in front of the door and Emma watched it go by. As soon as he heard feet on the stairs, Jeff was slipping up, moving himself forward and using the head of his cock to find the entrance to Emma’s pussy. His breath was heavy as he bumped against her over and over before finding the spot.

  Emma was holding her own thighs and Jeff slipped forward, pushing inside her. She let out a shaky sigh as he slipped deep into her, pushing, pushing until she felt his balls. He held himself there and Emma felt like she couldn’t get a breath. He pulled back, and pushed in again, the creamy sound of her pussy filling the room.

  They’d have to hurry because the sound was hard to mask.

  He pushed into her, cock throbbing for release. The bed started to creak rhythmically and although the creaks were quiet, they were still creaks. He leaned down, finding her mouth and kissing her deeply as he increased his pace, his muscles tight, coiled like springs. He felt his balls pull up as Emma’s pussy squeezed him, milking him ever closer to release.

  He gritted his teeth, snorting throu
gh his nose as Emma’s tiny, shuddering breaths tickled his ear. He was going to cum soon. He felt it building inside him, a release he’d been waiting for for days. He’d known they’d eventually meet each other again and he’d known he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. Her legs wrapped around his back as if she’d heard his thoughts and her hands wrapped around his neck as he pumped into her. She pulled him closer, her arms trembling even as his hips trembled and his thrusts became frantic, his whole body urging him towards climax.

  He felt himself harden, harden so hard he knew he was coming over the hill. He reared up, breaking Emma’s grip and she pulled him down again as they heard someone coming up the stairs. Her pussy clenched and he felt himself jerk. He moved to pull back but her legs squeezed him, holding him deep as the stairs creaked under the weight of steps. Jeff shuddered, his nostrils flaring as he came, spurting over and over in Emma’s wet pussy. He felt her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, pulling his hot cum in. The person at the stairs walked back down.

  “Did they step out?” Jeff heard a woman say.

  Emma took her hand off his mouth and Jeff quickly lurched out of her, cum still dripping from his head. He’d just cum inside her, and cum inside her hard.

  “Emma,” he whispered harshly, climbing off the bed. Would she be pregnant? What were they going to do if she got pregnant? He hadn’t thought to have condoms on him. He hated condoms.

  Emma slipped off the bed and they sorted their clothes out in the semi-darkness.

  “It’s okay,” Emma said. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill. Trust me.”

  He nodded, and they dressed quietly, allowing themselves time to slip back into a normal state before Jeff opened the door.

  “Should we go out the window and come in the front door?” he whispered.

  “Yeah, that sounds good.”

  They walked down the darkened hall to the window at the end. He opened it and she slipped out onto the roof. The stars were out as he followed her out there, shutting the window after himself. She stood on the roof and then sat down, looking up at the stars.

  “Or maybe not,” she whispered. “I think I’ll watch the sky.”

  He looked up at the beautiful night sky and sat down beside her, allowing his hand to find hers. She gripped it, glanced at him and smiled, leaning her head into his shoulder. He smiled as well, looking up at the stars again.

  THE END

  Paranormal Romance Collection

  True Mate

  Chapter 1

  Nothing smelled worse than bacon and egg at six o’clock in the morning, but even that could not wipe the smile off of Alison’s face. At twenty-six, she may not have had much, but she had her dignity, and she had her life back. It had been nearly a year since she left Chicago to come to the village in Big Bear Lake California. Nearly two thousand miles away from the place she once called home, she was able to put that entire past life behind her. When she first arrived in California, she had nothing but the clothes on her back and the few hundred dollars cash she carried on her person. She had closed her bank accounts, changed her name and vowed to never look back. Marjory Olsen was dead and gone, and in her place was Alison Jennings. She had undergone a complete transformation from being the slightly padded, blonde with sad blue eyes, to a stick thin brunette with youthful green eyes, and she was content. Happier than she had ever been.

  Being a waitress wasn’t at all as dreadful as she originally anticipated. There were far more upsides than drawbacks. She got to meet different people; she got to know the regulars that came to Teddy Bear Restaurant and most of all, the tips were good since a lot of visitors passed through the small village.

  The bell on the front door sounded and Alison was on her feet, ready with a menu in hand. And as expected, right on time, Oron appeared in the doorway. The first time she saw him she was intimidated by his size, and the intense look in his eyes. He was built like a lumbar jack with strong forearms and broad shoulders that blocked out the light. She had found him both attractive and scary at the same time when he first came to the diner, but over time she had grown accustomed to his ways. He never spoke much, and when he placed his order, it was more of a mumble than anything. Everyone in town knew him, but no one really socialized with him. He was a total enigma, but she felt somewhat drawn to him. Of course it wasn’t at all on a romantic level, it was something deeper. She had empathy for him, because in the end, they were the same. She was a stranger in her own world, that didn’t fit in anywhere but somehow belonged, just like him.

  “Good morning Oron, will it be the usual?” she said in her normal bubbly tone.

  He nodded and glanced down at the menu, not daring to meet her eyes, “Can you bring extra ketchup this time?”

  She smiled and nodded, “Sure.”

  She half skipped away from him and placed his order with the cook. They were making progress, she thought. From mere nods to asking for Ketchup. Maybe next he’d ask her for orange juice instead of coffee.

  Now and again, when she moved from table to table, serving customers, she could feel his intense gaze rest on her. But every time she looked his way he was, as always, staring out the window or looking down at the newspaper in front of him. She couldn’t help but wonder what made him tick. She also never dared to ask anyone about him, just in case they got the wrong idea. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to suggest that she had the hots for him, which she didn’t, but still. Okay maybe a little. He was handsome, and those dark, almost black eyes that were hooded by dark brooding eyebrows were something that always haunted her.

  She arrived at his table with his order and placed it before him. Maybe it was time she tried to at least have a conversation, even if it was about something generic, like the weather.

  “So, it’s a lovely day out today,” she said as she put the extra ketchup on the table.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “You should try the Eggs Benedict, they’re really good,” she tried a different angle.

  “I like the egg on toast,” he mumbled.

  “Well if you ever want to try anything else, just let me know.”

  He didn’t answer, simply took his toasted egg sandwich and crunched it between his fingers before taking a big bite.

  That went well. She chided to herself and then turned and headed back to the kitchen.

  She studied him modestly from across the diner, pretending to make notes on her ordering pad. There was something unusual and unique about him that intrigued her to a point that she wanted to stroll over to him and join him for breakfast. Just so that she could pick his brain.

  “If you daydream any longer, you’re going to lose out on tips.” Maurice said as he handed her a bill folder.

  “Oh, no, I was just… um… making sure I have all the orders tabbed,” she lied and took the bill folder from him. “Tell me something. What’s the deal with Oron?”

  There, she did it, she officially asked, and the amused look on Maurice’s face made her cringe inwardly.

  “Why? He’s just a normal guy.”

  She shrugged indifferently, “Just curious, that’s all.”

  “Don’t go down that road Ali,” he suggested calling her by his self-appointed nickname, “He’s a loner, he doesn’t fit in with people.”

  “Of course he does, he’s been here every Wednesday and Friday for the past, what, six months?” She tilted her head sideways, “I think he’s just misunderstood.”

  Maurice laughed, “Many people are misunderstood, he’s just outright strange. He reminds me of a hermit.”

  “That’s not nice!” she exclaimed.

  “Well why don’t you get to know him and you can report back to me what you find, and we’ll see who was closer to the truth?”

  Alison laughed and shook her head, “No thanks, I’ll just drool over him from afar.”

  Maurice chuckled and rang up the bill for one of the tables, and Alison took the tab over to the couple. It was an awkward pred
icament though. When she got to their table, the young woman was sitting with her face hidden in her hands, and Alison knew that she was crying. Her partner, who looked like a coloring book with brightly colored tattoos that covered almost every inch of exposed skin except his face, seemed callous and kept telling her to pull herself together and not embarrass him. He reminded her of the man she never wanted to see again. He was stick thin and looked like a heroin addict, not to mention filthy. And the gold tooth that shimmered every time he dug a toothpick between his teeth, made her want to take a baseball bat to his mouth. She had to use every bit of restraint she could muster not to put him in his place.

  “Excuse me, can I get you some water?” she offered the woman, completely ignoring her partner.

  “She’s fine,” he snapped and yanked out his wallet.

  “She’s crying,” Alison piped up, “It’s none of my business, but maybe she just needs a moment?”

  “Who the fuck do you think you are?” the man muttered under his breath, “If I want your help I’ll fucking ask for it.”

  Alison pursed her lips and forced a smile, “Let me just get her a glass of orange juice at least, on the house.”

  “Listen lady, if you want a tip, then I suggest you back the hell off.”

  Alison’s tolerance was running out, and she was close to asserting her opinion about his crappy attitude when Maurice appeared next to her.

  “Is there a problem here?” he asked crossing his arms over his sagging gut.

  “Yes, your waitress seems to be convinced she’s a capable therapist, maybe you need to reconsider your choice of staff.”

  Alison glared at the man, but kept her mouth shut.

  “Alison?” Maurice said and looked at her, “Why don’t you go assist Oron with his order.”