by Cynthia Sax
Frey! Perla shrieked her preference, desire for him pumping through her veins. She was horny, and he… he was everything a female dragon could want -- big, dominant, and strong. Her great dragon pussy moistened, her passion scenting the air.
The golden dragon struck wildly. Frey twisted out of reach, whipped his head toward his rival, and bit into a golden wing with his deadly teeth. Bones crunched. The smaller dragon shrieked with pain.
Frey held on, shaking the no longer cocky dragon back and forth, raking his golden scales with his black talons and shredding his wing membrane with his huge teeth. His rival whimpered his defeat, and Frey tossed him over his shoulder, like the beast weighed nothing.
Strong. Perla rumbled with excitement.
The golden dragon plummeted to the ground, and Frey released a triumphant roar. He flew toward her. She soared higher and higher, her scales rattling, her dragon pussy dripping with juice, leaving a trail of pungent arousal.
Frey was bigger and faster, and he soon caught up with her, skimming his body along hers, matching her speed. They touched and teased, rubbing limbs and tails and necks, until their forms aligned, his physique larger and male, her body smaller and female.
Perla wrapped her talons around him and clutched him closer, folding her wings submissively. He prodded her pussy with his huge cock, and she tilted her hips, allowing him entry, welcoming his intimate intrusion, reveling in how he stretched her channel and filled her completely. God, he was big. Pain sharpened her pleasure, and she screeched.
He rumbled a reassuring reply and nipped at her shoulder, blowing fire on her scales. She retaliated, squeezing her muscles around him.
Frey jerked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper, his balls pressed against her, before he pulled back out. In and out, in and out, he rutted with her, two primitive beasts fucking in the night sky. His thrusts were fierce and fervent, almost savage, their mating glorious and primal.
He beat his wings to their rhythm, flying with her faster and faster. The rush of air didn’t cool Perla, as she was covered in heat and flames and him, and with each surge of his big body, he spiraled her passion until it climbed as lofty as their altitude. They were high. So high. Too high. She was going to --
Holy shit! She screamed, and he roared, ramming his cock deep inside her, bathing her womb with his boiling hot cum. The rest of the world dropped away. There was only him and her and the New York night, and in that moment of acute connection, his wings stilled and then closed. They fell from the sky in a dizzying dive mirroring their climax, plunging toward the city streets.
Perla was unable to move, consumed by him, by her dragon. Frey released a roar of satisfaction and stretched out his wings once more, catching an updraft. As he flew with her toward the Bronx, she rubbed his neck, overcome with happiness. They were going home.
Chapter Five
“Tell me she has been contacting Perla regularly,” Frey grumbled to Vasile as he walked toward the private rooms, the club closed for the night, and the magical spell on Mele lifted. He’d left his sleepy mate in the bedroom as he worked.
“I told her to.” The vampire’s thin mouth twisted. “But the damn woman doesn’t do anything she’s told. She opened the drapes while I was gone. Almost fried my ass.”
“If she hasn’t called Perla, I will fry your ass.” Frey crossed into his personal domain, leaving his friend on the threshold muttering about how long eternity was.
Frey inhaled deeply as he shut the door behind him. The living room smelled of mate, and smoke. Ash covered the metallic tile, and the walls were blackened. “How was your evening, Perla?” He grinned.
“Fine.” She sat cross-legged on the floor, his red silk shirt draped over her small form, her retrieved phone in her hands. Her stormy expression said she was far from fine.
“Why aren’t you in bed, resting?” He kicked off his shoes.
A shadow of guilt flashed across her beautiful face. “I’m not tired.” She glared at her phone.
He glanced at the bedroom. The door was closed. When he’d left, it had been open. “Do we have a bed?”
“We’re dragons.” She bounced up from her seat and stalked toward him. “Why the hell do you have a flammable bed?” She rested her little fists on her hips. “I woke up in flames. I could have burned the whole club down.”
“We’re dragons?” Frey’s grin spread. Damn. She was glorious.
She sighed, her anger deflating before him, the animation vanishing from her face. Her head bowed, and her shoulders slumped. “I’m not normal, Frey,” she whispered, her voice heart-wrenchingly small.
“Come here.” He pulled her against his chest. “I agree, you’re not normal for a puny human, but you are normal for a dragon.” A young, sexy dragon. He stroked over her back. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He lowered his hands. Or panties.
“Am I?” Perla glanced up at him, her normally brilliant blue eyes tinged with red. “Am I normal for a dragon?”
She’d been crying… because she wasn’t human. “Very normal,” Frey assured her. He kissed the tip of her nose. “If there were a handbook on dragons, your picture would be featured.”
She frowned at him. He frowned back and widened his eyes, striving for an expression of sincerity. Her lips twitched. “So when we get together with the other dragons, I’ll fit in?”
Get together with other dragons? Frey straightened. Hell, no! Dragons were solitary for a reason.
She gazed at him expectantly, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.
Hell. For her, he’d host a fuckin’ dragon tea party. “You’ll fit in perfectly.” She beamed at his answer, and he continued. “Look at how well you fit in when you get together with this dragon.” Frey stripped off his shirt, fabric shredding, buttons flying.
“I haven’t heard any complaints.” She tucked her talons into his waistband and yanked down, the razor-sharp tips grazing his skin, leaving a burning trail of glorious pain.
“Mate!” Frey roared, clenching his fingers.
“You like that, don’t you?” Perla teased his hard cock with her talons. His skin armored itself with protective scales.
“Two can play at this game,” he rumbled. He gripped the collar of her shirt and ripped, baring her small breasts, her pink nipples mouth-wateringly tight. Frey traced them with his talons, accentuating her white skin with a circle of shallow red scratches, her blue scales shimmering under the surface.
“Hmmm…” She moaned, her eyelids lowering, her mouth open. The scent of her arousal cut through the smoke, teasing Frey’s nostrils, enhancing his desire. “And you’ve been playing longer.”
“Not like this.” He dropped to his knees, pain shooting up from his kneecaps. “Never like this.” He licked where he’d marked her, flattening his tongue against her charcoal-flavored skin. “Only with you.” Frey sucked her right nipple into his mouth, suckling on her sweetness. “My mate.” He smiled at her flushed cheeks. Such passion.
“More.” She clutched him to her other breast greedily, and he obeyed her command, feasting on her tit while she writhed against him. “Burn me, Frey. I need your heat.” He blew flames on her scales, and she dug her talons into his skull.
He needed her. Frey laid Perla upon the hard floor, covering her with his body. She cradled him between her thighs, pressing her wet pussy lips against his shaft. He scratched and licked and burned, growing urgent with desire.
“Fuck me, Frey.” She pushed her hips upward.
“Yessss,” he hissed, easing into her hot, welcoming pussy. She felt so good. He stilled, savoring the connection.
“We fit.” She smiled up at him, her face soft with passion.
“Perfectly.” He bent his head and blew flames between their bodies. She gasped, and he kissed her open mouth, his fiery tongue branding hers. As they kissed, Frey rocked into her, sliding his black scales against her blue, silently, ardently worshipping her dragon-shifter form. He’d leave no doubt in her mind where she fit… with him, forever
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She hooked her ankles around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him faster, deeper. He increased their rhythm, but that didn’t appease her. She kicked him harder and raked at his back with her talons. He broke their kiss and roared. She was so hot, so perfect, so his.
Their bodies slapped together, his chest smacking her breasts, his balls bouncing against her ass. She was a wild creature under him, calling his name, bathing his shoulders and neck and face with fire, and he slammed her into the concrete floor, driving into her with all his dragon strength. She simply laughed, her husky sounds of joy adding to his ardor.
“Come for me, Perla,” he coaxed. His balls ached. His cock burned, gripped in the hottest pussy he’d ever fucked.
“You know what I need.” She dared him with her eyes.
He did. He gripped her hips with his talons, his tips piercing scales, and he rammed into her, expelling a flow of flame over her.
She shrieked, flying upward into him, clenching her pussy down on his shaft. He roared with satisfaction, releasing streams and streams of boiling hot cum, setting off her second climax.
“Perla.” He tumbled upon her. “That is where you fit forever.”
Big City Vampire
Cynthia Sax
Carly doesn’t believe a word men say, and she doesn’t want a relationship built upon their false promises. She takes her sexual pleasure where she finds it, not expecting anything from anyone, especially not from a dark, handsome man who claims he’s a vampire.
Vasile is a vampire. He’s spent centuries searching for his beloved, the woman he is destined to love for all of eternity. When he does find her, she doesn’t believe him. She doesn’t believe he loves her, she doesn’t believe he’s a vampire, and she doesn’t believe there’s a lunatic rival out to kill her.
If Vasile can’t earn Carly’s trust, and soon, their eternity together may become mere minutes.
Chapter One
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Right there,” Carly encouraged the stranger thrusting into her. She grasped the man’s lean arms and lifted her hips, taking him deeper and deeper, savoring the sensual slide of latex-covered cock against her aroused flesh.
Grunts and moans and sighs of satisfaction echoed off the walls of the crowded sex club. The scent of hot, sweaty passion filled her nostrils. There was no room in her mind or heart for memories of past disappointments or fears of failed future expectations. There was only here and now and the man positioned above her, working for his own selfish satisfaction.
“Fuck me harder, baby.” Carly curled her fingers around the curves of his pale shoulders while he plunged into her again and again, driving his thick cock deep inside her pussy. As he rode her, he nibbled on her neck, his mouth firm and warm on her skin, and she arched into him, brushing her breasts against his chest, the sensation of nipples teasing bare skin sending shivers of lust down her spine.
She moaned and writhed and raked her nails across his skin, her erotic performance amplified for her audience. Although there were dozens of men in the crowded sex club watching their public display, she performed for only one man. Carly peered over her current lover’s shoulder and met the red-rimmed gaze of her mysterious voyeur.
He was dressed all in black, his hair as dark as his long leather coat, and he looked at her with an intensity that made her tremble. She didn’t know him, and she didn’t know of him, yet their connection had been instant.
His scarred friend had called him Vasile, and he’d arrived two partners before her current lover. He hadn’t touched her. He hadn’t queued up to fuck her. He’d merely stood in the shadows and watched her, his fists clenched and his handsome face stormy with unspoken promises.
Carly dismissed those promises, not trusting he’d keep them, as no man ever had, but she couldn’t as easily dismiss the desire swirling between them. Under his dark-eyed gaze, her arousal escalated to levels she’d never before experienced. She fantasized it was his leather-clad shoulders she gripped, and his slim hips pumping between her spread legs. He’d press his lips against her neck and --
Sharp teeth pierced her skin, the unexpected pain pushing her over the edge of ecstasy. “Yes!” she cried out as she plummeted, bucking upward, release ripping through her, the waves violent and intense.
“No!” An animalistic roar rocked the club, and the weight on top of her lifted, cold air flowing where warm man once was. The man she’d been fucking shrieked as he slammed against the far wall, the impact cracking the plaster. His naked body crumpled onto the metallic flooring.
“Do NOT touch her!” Vasile bellowed, his black hair disheveled, and his eyes wild. “Remove them.” He flicked the long, razor-sharp claws extending from his hands, and beefy bouncers plucked protesting male patrons from the seats surrounding her.
Carly blinked, both stimulated by his dominance and frightened by his violent display. The man had claws! She peeled her ass off the leather couch and stood to confront him. “I --”
Vasile clutched her to him, burying her face into his hard chest, smothering her protests against his muscle, his touch demanding and sure, his body heat warm and inviting. Carly didn’t struggle, allowing him to handle her, trusting him on an instinctual, primal level.
He mumbled words she didn’t understand and threaded his long, slender fingers through her loose hair, his claws pricking her scalp. She leaned into him, inhaling the arousing aroma of leather and rich, dark earth, sensing this was where she belonged, with him, forever.
Hell, no, Carly. She raised her head. You don’t believe in forever, remember? Forever is for suckers.
“Hey, buddy, it isn’t your turn yet.” She pushed at his shoulders. Vasile didn’t budge, ignoring her weak attempt to move him. “You have to play nice with the other kiddies and wait your turn.”
“I don’t play nice with anyone.” His deep voice flowed over her like melted caramel, dripping into all of the empty spaces inside of her. “And I won’t wait my turn.” Vasile lowered his hands, spanning her neck with his cool fingers, teasing the puncture marks on her skin.
“Kerrick’s man bit you, Carly.” He glowered at her with red-rimmed eyes as though the biting had been her fault.
Carly bristled. She didn’t know who Kerrick was, why he needed to have a man, or how Vasile knew her name.
She did know men, however, and she heard the jealousy in Vasile’s accusation. Jealousy implied they had a relationship, and relationships were built on empty promises.
“I didn’t mind the biting.” Carly forced a laugh to show him she didn’t belong to him. They didn’t have a relationship. She was her own woman, and she could do whatever she liked, fuck whomever she wanted. “So relax.”
“Relax? He bit you. And I do mind.” He swept his thumb over her wounds, his touch painfully tender. “Very much.” His top lip curled. “Only for you would I do this.” He bent his head and swept the flat of his tongue across her skin, bathing the bite mark in warm moisture and setting all her nerve endings on fire.
“Hmmm…” She closed her eyes, tilting her chin upward and sliding her palms under his leather coat, up his silk-covered chest, his muscles undulating under her fingers.
“Carly.” He murmured her name like it was a fervent prayer, and rubbed his cheek against hers. “Vow you’ll never let another male bite you.”
Vow…promise…
She stepped back from him, her calves hitting the edge of the couch. “Why do you care who bites me?” she taunted, curling her lips into a smile she didn’t feel.
He circled her neck with his hands, the pressure on her flesh a silent threat, and Carly held his furious gaze, her smile unwavering. He could threaten her all he wanted. She knew men, and she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Do you care, Vasile?” she asked softly, knowing he’d deny any feelings for her. Only a fool or a child would care for another person so quickly.
“Biting can be dangerous.” Vasile released her, dropping his hands to his sides. He no longer
had claws, if indeed he’d ever had claws. She must have imagined them. No humans had claws. “And I told Frey I’d look after you.”
“Ah, right.” Carly guessed that Frey was Vasile’s scarred friend, the man who had spirited Perla away from her. “And you always do what you say you’re going to do.” As if. She laughed.
Vasile’s lips flattened into a grim white line. “Yes.”
He lied. She had yet to meet a man who kept his promises. Carly sank back down on the couch, emotionally weary. “Is that all you’re going to do… look?” She cupped her breasts and spread her thighs, needing the distraction of sex to ease her pain.
His eyes darkened as his gaze dropped to her pussy, and she hid her disappointment under a knowing smirk. Yes, Vasile was a man like all the others, and a good, hard fuck was the only thing she could depend upon him for.
He frowned and drew up to his full height, his form tall and lean and imposing. “I don’t lie, Carly.” His cold voice sliced through the thumping tribal beats, silencing the conversations around them. “And I’m unlike any man you’ve ever met.”
She narrowed her eyes, her smile fading. “How are you reading my thoughts?”
His brown eyes glinted. “As I said, I’m unlike any man you’ve ever met. You would do well to obey me.”
Obey him? Carly opened her mouth to tell him off.
“Hush.” He held up one long, pale finger.
He dared to hush her? She straightened, preparing for a fight. “You arrogant son-of-a --”
“Master.” A green-haired waitress stepped forward, her head lowered. She had big boobs, a tight ass, and a beautiful face, and Carly’s fingers twitched, the embarrassing urge to touch Vasile, to announce her possession of him, almost overwhelming her pride. “Your help is needed. Kerrick’s men aren’t taking their removal from the club well.”
