His mouth met hers like he was starved the instant her back was against the wall. She could taste herself on him and feel the weight of his cock press against her as he pulled her hips toward his. He was like a freight train, and she had only moments to change course. She caught his face with her hands, holding him back, and he instantly stopped.
“There’s no way anything bad can come of this, right? No eggs to hatch or STDs?”
He chuckled. She could feel it vibrating throughout his body. “No. Cross-breeding requires magical effort on both sides, and magic cures all ailments. I do have a condom though if it’d make you more comfortable—”
“No…but,” she said, then quickly shook her head. “I’m on the pill.”
Damian pulled back a fraction, to more easily meet her eyes. “What was the but about?”
It felt silly to admit, but this night was already on its own special—and strange—level already. Might as well go ahead. “I’ve never had sex with a guy without a condom before,” she confessed.
He held still for a long moment in which she was afraid she’d said the wrong thing, then began clearly reaching for his wallet. “Then I can—” he started.
“It’s okay.” She grabbed his arm to stop him. “If you’re sure about the other things, it’s okay.”
“You’re sure you’re sure?” he asked her earnestly.
She nodded and watched his eyes narrow in concern before asking, “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
It was her turn to laugh. After everything he’d done to her. “Do you even have to ask?”
He grinned wickedly and rocked into her with intent—making her feel the way he wanted to fit her body—and she bit back a moan. “Different people count different things.”
“Well, I guess I am a virgin then,” she said breathily. He paused again and his eyebrows rose. “When it comes to fucking dragons.”
He made a sound deep in his throat that didn’t sound entirely human, that made her both shudder and shiver—and want more. “Not for long, you won’t be.” He reached up her skirt to pull her panties down, and his other hand went for his belt.
Her hands met his there, unbuckling his belt. As she kicked her underwear off, she helped him, shoving his jeans down, releasing him. Damian moaned as she touched him and watched the expression on her face as she took stock of him with a stroke. He hadn’t been lying—he knew he was large—but he knew she was wet and ready. He leaned forward again, kissing her, feeling her perfect breasts through her thin dress and then reached down to grab one of her legs to pull it around him, sending the silk of her dress cascading back and down, so that nothing remained to block his path. He held her there, pressed against the wall, kissing her madly as he placed the head of his cock against her, nudging up. With her leg wound around his hip, she was open wide for him, and with a sigh of release, he started pushing his way inside.
“Damian,” she whispered as he felt her stretch to take him in.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised and started rocking her into the wall.
With each small stroke, he felt the naked friction of skin against skin and relished it. Knowing that this was the first time Andi’d ever let someone take her without protection made him want to claim her possessively. Any man who wouldn’t wear a condom was a cad, but any man who said he didn’t feel a difference was a liar, and the thought of being the first man to get to come inside her made his cock throb. He bent over, kissing her hard, her mouth fitting perfectly to his, letting him feel each of her moans as he slowly slid in. So close to what he wanted and what was easiest to get it, he reached down and picked her up entirely, spreading her ass with his hands, to pull her hips to his so that her legs could lock around him at the perfect height, slowly settling himself in, in, in, close, close, close.
“Yes,” he hissed, thrusting up, finally all the way inside, locking them together as she moaned. “Ever since you got into my car last night,” he said, breathing into her neck, “I’ve wanted this.”
“Wanted what?” she asked him breathily, looking up. For a sharp second, he worried she was making fun of him, but her eyes were glazed with sex, her long hair in sweaty tangles around them, and he knew that her mind was lost and her body had won. He was the one who was supposed to be half-animal, and yet here he’d completely reverted her to something primal. He smiled down at her wickedly, with an expression that in other circumstances had made men turn and run in fear, before nuzzling his mouth against her neck to whisper, “To eat you. To fuck you.”
To claim you, his dragon chimed in.
His dragon was riding him so quietly he’d almost forgotten he was there. His dragon enjoyed sex as much as killing—he was always present when either was in the offing—but this time, it was as if the beast had been holding back.
Is that what you want? Damian asked it, sincerely.
Before his dragon could respond, Andi’s hand was on his chin, pulling him to look at her, fully present again. “That’s what I want too.” Her eyes were sharp, and her ankles were locked behind him, trapping him to her.
“Which part?” he asked her, barely daring to breathe.
“The eating, the fucking. All of it.” She squirmed against him, begging him with her body to continue. “Fucking fill me up.”
Damian and his dragon growled with shared intent at the exact same time.
It was his turn to lose himself after that—to lose himself in her. He brought her hips to his, again and again, feeling her pussy slick him, stretch, and swell as she got close. He buried his face in her neck, her breasts, her hair, kissing whatever he could, tasting silk and salt in turns. He thudded his hips into hers over and over again, amazed each time at how she fit him perfectly—and he knew he’d never get enough. And then he felt the shift in her as she writhed against him—grinding herself on him as he fucked her, her panting moans and high-pitched whines—and he knew he was going to make her come again. Only this time while he was buried deep inside her, and he would get to feel her pussy squeeze his cock and not his hand. The thought of her coming around him somehow made him even harder, the need to take her fiercer, and it was like there was something flammable building up inside of him, waiting for her match to strike.
Her arms were wound around his shoulders, holding on for dear life, her head thrown back, her shameless cries bouncing with each of his thrusts, until the moment when she screamed, “Damian! Oh, Damian…oh my God…” and clawed his back through his shirt with her fingernails, and he knew, oh, he knew. He redoubled his thrusts, feeling her milk him, both wanting it to last forever while knowing that if he waited for another second he would die. He held onto her with one hand, pinned her against the wall with his hips, and punched the wall to the side of them to try to make it last and then…
“Yes, God! Yes!” he shouted, unable to hold himself back anymore, as a flurry of drywall dust scattered down. He spasmed into her, shoving his hips up, thrusting his coming cock deep inside. “Andi, Andi, Andi,” he said, calling her name with each pulse of his cock, claiming her with his cum, making her take it, keeping himself inside her until he was sure he was utterly spent, and then taking a few more strokes after that just because she felt so fucking good.
He slowly let go of her, letting one of her legs sink and then the other so that she was standing shakily on her own two feet like a newborn colt and he had a hand on either side of her—as if he were holding up the wall. Her eyes met his, as her dress slipped down to cover her from him again. They were both slicked with sweat and breathing hard, and at that moment, he felt completely exposed to her—and completely human.
“Satisfied?” he asked her, the same as he had earlier in the day.
She gave him a sly smile, remembering her former answer, and breathily pushed a lock of hair out of her face. “Not even vaguely.”
Be careful what you ask for, his dragon warned her—and his moment alone was gone.
Damian just shook his head and pushed himself away from the wall as he adjust
ed himself. That…had been spectacular. She was amazing. And there was so much more he wanted to do to her—and what’s more, he felt she may be game. He closed his eyes, remembering the wanton way in which she’d already given herself over. He was half-tempted to command her to fall to her knees right now, just to see if she’d obey. To tie her hands behind her with her napkin and blindfold her with his and—not here, he told himself. Not yet. He took a deep and cleansing breath, willing his urges down, telling himself to be pleased with what he’d already gotten—no matter that all it did was make him hunger for more. When he felt in control again, he opened his eyes to the destruction all around them.
His dragon was unfazed, but he knew this was what happened when he was around. Broken glassware, spattered food, toppled chairs, the dent he’d made in the drywall—and in the fucking metal of the vault behind it—to distract himself from coming, just to extract a few more moments of sheer pleasure from her body.
Their dining room represented all the chaos and danger of being near him, especially when he let himself loose. The people who worked for him, they understood. But Andi – even when she’d taunted him and wanted him to press on—didn’t know any better. She didn’t know what she was asking for in the least.
He glanced over at her and caught her looking around the room herself, her eyes widened in surprise. See? he told himself.
He had no right to torment her with his presence, much less any of his desires. She was too beautiful, too smart, too funny—and too human. She didn’t deserve this. He couldn’t drag her down to his level.
Not even if she wanted to go with him willingly.
Chapter 17
It took Andi a moment to parse all the destruction—after she’d found her underwear again and pulled them on. Between the table that Damian had shoved, the food on the floor, the wine they’d spilled, and the chair, and the wall—not even counting what he’d just done to her—she put her hand to her mouth. “Wow. That…was a lot.”
By then, Damian had himself tucked away back inside his jeans, and he shrugged. “I can afford it.”
“That sounds like something a villain might say.” She glanced over at him as he turned toward her. Something in his mood had shifted, but she didn’t know what.
“At any point in the last thirty minutes, did you want me to stop?” he asked.
She bit her lips before speaking. “Not really, no. But that doesn’t mean I’m used to this…this…mess.”
He inhaled, as if he were going to say something, then changed his mind and said something different instead. “That’s what I’m good at. Making messes. And only sometimes cleaning them up.” He righted the chair that he’d kicked, and then went for the table.
Andi watched him. There’d been a subtle change in his demeanor. She couldn’t have pointed it out to a jury, but it was making her nurse-sense all tingly. It was the same feeling that you got in certain rooms when you knew you shouldn’t turn your back on a patient—not because they were going to hit you, but because they were going to code.
“Life is always messy,” she said softly.
He snorted, picking up the table to return it to its proper spot. “I imagine working in the hospital gives you certain skills, and for what it’s worth, I don’t enjoy the messier aspects of my occupation. But I’m not sure that that makes it any better philosophically when it keeps happening to me.” He made sure to look her directly in the eyes when he spoke next. “Just because you are used to a thing doesn’t make it safe or good.”
She squinted at him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to scare me off.”
“Because I am,” he admitted.
“By taking me out to the best restaurant in the city and then fucking my brains out?”
Damian chuckled darkly and gave her an indulgent smile. “Oh, Andi, I never said I was smart.” He walked to the vault’s door and hit a button on its side. Andi heard the muffled tones of a bell ring and watched him pull out his wallet as he returned. “So, how much should I pay you, princess?”
She froze. “Excuse me?” she said, trying to keep her voice flat as her heart beat up into her throat. Everything—from her last boyfriend, to shit with her uncle and her dad and Danny—all of it came rising up, and it took all of her strength to stay still and not let anything show.
“I’m cleaning up my messes. Surely your fancy dress needs cleaning too,” Damian said matter-of-factly—like five minutes ago, he hadn’t been calling out her name when she’d let him come inside her.
She flushed in deep shame. “Are you being a jerk now on purpose?” He didn’t deign to respond; he just started pulling out and folding a hundred-dollar bill lengthwise. “Has anyone told you that you’re very good at it?” she questioned, blinking back tears while wanting to punch him.
“I’m showing my appreciation,” he answered, as he leaned forward and slid the money underneath the strap of her dress with a practiced hand like it was a stripper’s thong.
“I see,” Andi said. She swallowed tightly. This was what happened when she trusted people—men, stupid rich men—even for a moment. She held a hand up as if to pardon herself and turned around looking for something—anything—and found it. A carafe half-full of water that had somehow survived their destruction. She picked it up, brought it back, and calmly threw its contents at his face.
He closed his eyes in time but let the water hit—he had to’ve known what she was going to do before she did it. He reached up afterward to flick wet hair out of his face as the rest of it soaked into his shirt, and he narrowed his golden eyes at her. “I suppose I deserved that.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Andi said, as her phone went off again. She went and retrieved it and her clutch from the floor, welcoming the interruption to…whatever was happening between them now.
“Hello. This is General…” began a robotic voice on the far end of the line. She turned her head away from Damian to concentrate. It was an automated message from her hospital, an all-hands-on-deck plea for any available staff to come in. The last time she’d gotten one of those was when a tanker turned over on the freeway and caused a twenty-car pile-up.
Just as she hung up, Damian’s phone rang too. As he took the call and paced to the far wall of the room while listening, she removed the hundred-dollar bill and crumpled it up, dropping it to the floor.
“Are you all right?” he asked. And then, “I’m on my way.” He hung up and looked over at her. “I can’t take you home. I’ll call a cab.”
She wanted to ask why, but who was she kidding; there was no way he would tell her. “You really know how to treat a girl.”
There was a flicker of pain in his expression—so fast that Andi wouldn’t have noticed if she weren’t so trained to look for it—and then he went entirely aloof. “There’s trouble. You know what kind. I have to go.” He was already putting on his coat.
She looked at the phone she held, and then over at his. “Does that trouble involve a certain friend staying at a certain place I work at?” He took too long to respond, so she knew it did. “Just drive me there.”
“What?”
Andi shook her phone at him. “Work just called. They’re offering double time, and there’s still seven hours left tonight.”
“I just gave you ten thousand dollars this morning.”
“Some of that is spoken for, which you already know.”
He sliced through the air with his hand. “No, I’m calling you a cab—”
“Which I’m going to tell to take me to work then.” She picked up her clutch. “I’ve got spare scrubs in my locker, and I always bring my badge, for opportunities like this.” She flashed him the inside of her wallet, where her badge was like a cop.
“You reek of sex.”
“As do you, but I’ve got bath wipes in my locker because sometimes my job isn’t sanitary. Besides, you have no claim nor say in what I do.”
He growled and lunged back to the door to hit whatever buzzer he’d hit earl
ier.
“Sorry, sorry!” said Bastian, appearing on the other side of the opening vault door. Bastian blinked at the damage, then swallowed visibly. “Dessert? Nightcap?”
Anger ignited within Andi. This was apparently so normal, it wasn’t even worth commenting upon. How many other women had Damian brought here and then wrecked the room with?
Andi put on her best smile, one honed by years of front-line customer service. “We’re done here. Thank you, it was truly a meal to remember.” And then she strode out into the hall. He could follow her or not.
“Add all of this to my tab,” Damian said behind her, confirming her guess. How could she have been so stupid—to think somehow she was special? She heard him following her as he asked, “Where do you think you’re going?”
Andi quickened her pace, darting through the empty restaurant, needing to put distance between him and her. “Like I said, to work.”
He grabbed her arm just inside the back door of the kitchen. She tried to shake her arm free, but he wouldn’t let go. “Put your coat on,” he commanded.
She gritted her teeth and turned on him, still trying to wrestle from his hold. “Let me guess, it’s for my own good, and you’re not going to tell me why?”
“We’re in a rush,” he said forcefully. “Put on your goddamned coat,” he said in a tone that broached no argument.
Andi dug in her heels. She practically got paid to argue with people at work—she wasn’t going to let herself be bullied now. “Why should I trust you? With anything at all?”
His eyes darkened, and he let her go, stepping back. “You’re right. You shouldn’t.” It sounded like a confession to her.
Andi put on her coat for herself—not him—because it was cold out and her dress was thin. But after that, he reached for her, and though she couldn’t say why, she didn’t move away.
He popped her collar up, then opened the door.
And right outside, someone was waiting—with a camera and a flash. She squeaked when it went off, and Damian propelled her to the passenger side of his car, holding his own coat out to try to protect her, tossing it into his car after her. So much for getting her own damn ride out of here. The flash blinded her three more times before the door closed all the way and it was so disconcerting—she pushed her silk skirt down, hoping she hadn’t accidentally flashed anyone, experiencing a sudden strange sympathy for celebrities.
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