Hold on tight this week as I'm taking you on a fiery ride with my dragon. :-)
“You’re thinking mighty hard there, wee one. Care to share some of those thoughts with your Dom?”
A shiver went through her from hearing him refer to himself as her Dom. To mask her reaction, she took a deep gulp of her coffee and winced at the burn going down her throat.
“Silly lassie, I have the asbestos mouth, not you.” Before she could react, he was on top of
her, tugging the mug out of her hand and holding a glass of ice-cold water for her to sip on.
Lord knows how he got hold of that so quickly. Then again, he was a dragon, and common folklore stated they had something called magick, so…
“Can you do magic?” She blurted the question out before she could stop herself, and heat rose in her cheeks when Duncan threw his head back and laughed.
“As in silly magic tricks, you mean, like you see on the TV?”
Not trusting her voice to work, she simply nodded. Duncan flicked her nose in response.
“No, sweetheart, we can’t.” That unexpected endearment gave her a nice warm glow inside, and her previous embarrassment fled. “Well, I suppose we could, but that would be a waste of our talents. Besides, most of what humans would call magic is simply sleight of hand, clever lighting, and fast reflexes. Drop your water, go on.”
Kerry couldn’t see the point in that, but she dutifully let go. Duncan caught it almost the second she’d let it slip from her fingers, and smiling at her astonished expression, he put the glass on the counter next to them.
“Like all shifters, a dragon has reflexes much faster than a human’s. We also have the ability to affect the light around us and how it reflects so that we appear invisible, like this.”
He waved his hand, and Kerry gasped when the large appendage seemingly disappeared into thin air. It hadn’t, of course. He demonstrated that quite effectively by stroking what felt like an invisible, calloused fingertip along her jaw. His eyes softened when she leaned into his touch and her breathing sped up.
The air shimmered and his hand was visible again. He had also changed clothes, as had she.
How the hell did he do that?
The little summer dress she was now wearing should be hanging in her cupboard back at the flat in Inverness, not making the girls look as though they were in danger of spilling out of the far-too-low neckline. The dress had been a never-worn impulse buy because it was really too small for her, and she’d felt uncomfortable with all her curves on such display, especially as the spaghetti straps meant she couldn’t wear her usual scaffolding.
Duncan didn’t seem to have that problem, because he slid his index finger lower until it skimmed over the top of her breasts.
“Beautiful, you should wear clothes like these more often. Just one more thing.” Another flick of his hand meant her knickers disappeared, and she shrieked in surprise.
“We also have the ability to teleport small objects, such as clothing. A very handy tool to have when your little subbie chooses to hide her luscious body from you.”
His grin grew positively sinful as he leaned down so that her entire vision was filled by him, then inhaled sharply.
“Fuck, you’re so deliciously wet for me. I have to taste you.”
With that, he kicked her legs apart, forcing her to hold on to the worktop for support. He dropped to his haunches in front of her, lifted up her skirt, and then buried his face between her thighs. Kerry cried out in stunned delight at the feel of his tongue stroking her in several places at once, it seemed. His earlier comment came back to her, as she could feel him tunnel into her pussy at the same time as he rimmed her asshole.
The sheer forbidden nature of it all made her grow even wetter for him, and Duncan murmured his approval into her pussy. The blast of heat that accompanied those few words made her knees buckle. Duncan caught her easily and shifted her so that she lay on the worktop like the proverbial virgin dragon offering. Not that anyone could ever mistake her for one of those, but the nervous anticipation remained. Kerry was so out of her depth it wasn’t even real. Not that she had to worry about it, because Duncan smiled down at her as he grasped her thighs and pushed them back and apart until she was utterly exposed to him.
“What have we here? My little subbie is a naughty wee lassie, I see. All wet and puffy for her Sir.” He winked at her before he grasped hold of her hands and curled them around her ankles. “You keep them right here, sweetheart, while I feast on all that bounty. Do not let go, are we clear?” His voice dropped to that deep, growl-like snarl, and she saw the swirling fires of his dragon in his eyes when she looked at him.
“Yes, Sir.” Her whispered reply didn’t sound like her, but lord almighty, Duncan looked magnificent as he stared down on her.
“If I hurt you, if this gets too much, your safe word is ‘red.’ Got that?”
His voice came out distorted, more animal than human, and when she managed a nod, his dragon burst forth. Blue flames shimmered around his head seconds before he blew a stream of heat over her wet pussy. Kerry threw her head back and screamed as her clit contracted in need, and yet more of her juices spilled out of her. That sting of pain was exquisite, especially followed by the soothing wetness of his tongue as he lapped at her sensitized tissues. Long strokes alternated with quick flicks of his oh-so-talented tongue, which made her climb those rungs of arousal to new dizzying heights. Every time she came too close, he pulled back and blew another stream of heat over her inner thighs. Flashes of blue alternated with the burn of yellow, licked up her skin until they hit her clit in staccato bursts that made her writhe on the hard granite she lay on. Her fingernails scored her skin in her desperate attempt to keep her hands locked around her ankles, while she dug her feet into the counter and pushed her hips closer to the delicious, painful pleasure he was tormenting her with.
How long he kept up this dance she didn’t know, all her senses focused on him. Kerry was dimly aware of her pleas for him to let her come, for him to do something, anything, to please, please…
“That’s my very good lass. Come for me now, sweetheart.”
Oh, thank God!
Fainting is a perfectly appropriate response to being confronted by a huge dragon—right?
While humans have been marked for and by the dragons for centuries, they do not know dragons exist. So, tattoo artist and dragon shifter Duncan Strannach faces a unique problem when he scents his very human mate.
Kerry Jo Watson cannot understand the insane attraction she feels to this muscle-bound, broody, and clearly dominant man. She came here to get a tattoo checked, not lust over the artist—or get a job as his receptionist. She’s determined to not get involved with the boss.
Duncan needs Kerry’s submission of her own free will, and it kills him to keep his distance. The “I turn into a fire-breathing dragon” revelation tends to wreak havoc on a relationship, not to mention the décor. In the end, it’s all rather simple. They’re dragon mates, and when Kerry accepts the dominance of her Sir, magic happens.
Available now at Bookstrand
Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.