Go away! She snarled at him. He’d understand her. Leave me alone! It was universal.
Demi only hoped he would leave soon. Why was he just standing there? What was going through his mind? What did he want?
She prowled, just outside of his immediate reach, keeping her eyes on him, trying to decide on her next move. He roared as she came at him again. It was loud and terrifying. His whole body vibrated. The sound scared her enough to keep her from doing too much damage. Her paws glanced off him, barely leaving a scratch. Demi jumped away. She was already panting. The long run had taken it out of her. She couldn’t carry on like this indefinitely.
The dragon snarled, finally making his move and holy crap but he was quick. The creature was like liquid lighting, and on her in a second. He knocked her over, crouching over her, so that he had her pinned with his big body. Heat radiated off of him.
Demi fought to free herself, she was horrified to find that she was whining, like she’d lost already.
No!
Screw that!
A growl found its way out of her as she scratched and clawed at his chest. He leaned in, his face directly over hers. His snout almost touching hers. His lips curled back. His eyes…by fur but they terrified her. Slitted, like a reptile. She couldn’t see much human in them. Normally shifters kept their humanity, even in animal form. Not this dragon. All she saw was feral rage. Maybe he would kill her after all.
She whined again, softer this time. There was no way she was winning this fight on strength. Not with that jaw poised above her. Or those claws on either side of her. Long and sharp. It wasn’t going to happen. She needed to appeal to his human side. The male side of him had to be in there somewhere. Buried deep and perhaps even unreachable.
No, that wasn’t true. He’d been holding back. He was still holding back. He had her. He could kill her or worse, and yet, he didn’t do anything. She didn’t know what to make of him.
Demi had to force herself to shift. It was no easy feat. Her instincts compelled her to stay in her fur. She was stronger as an animal than a human. Stronger, faster and more difficult to kill. It was ultimately safer, but she couldn’t communicate that way. Not really. She needed to make herself vulnerable and hopefully he would leave her be.
His eyes stayed on hers. Hard and cold. She forced herself to look away. She would never be able to shift under such scrutiny. Summoning all her strength, Demi shifted. It took a few seconds longer than normal. Seconds that felt more like minutes. She’d never felt more vulnerable in her whole life. Never more terrified than in that moment.
“Please,” she whispered, as soon as she was in her human form. “Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.
His eyes narrowed and he growled. She could feel the vibration run through her body.
“What do you want? My name is Demi. My family will be searching for me.” Not true. She was known to disappear for hours at a time, sometimes even for a whole day. That meant that she was completely at his mercy.
Demi realized she was panting, but couldn’t stop, not with the amount of adrenaline coursing through her system. The need to shift back was almost overwhelming but she managed to suppress it. There was a flash of something in his eyes as he leaned in to sniff her. Something human? It was too quick to tell.
Demi whimpered, trying hard to stay still. The dragon sniffed some more. It could only mean one of two things, he was going to kill and eat her, or he wanted to rut her. She very quickly got her answer. The beast tilted its head back, arching away from her. He roared loudly, more smoke billowing. This was it. She was dead. Yet, instead of ripping her to shreds, she heard the first telltale cracking noise as he began to shift. He didn’t plan on killing her then, or he would have done so. That left the other… Stay calm, Demi! Stay calm! She didn’t know that for sure.
He growled and snarled as his features began to shift, scales receding. His jaw pulled in and then lengthened. The scales popped back out. He snarled again, sounding frustrated and angry.
This beast was so far gone that he couldn’t even shift. He arched his back again, more smoke billowed. His wings were only half the length they had been. They flapped aimlessly as he tried to shift. His body was misshapen. Somewhere in-between. It had to hurt.
This was her chance.
Maybe her only chance.
Demi squirmed her way out from under him and flipped herself over onto all fours. She began to crawl, feeling fur sprout. She fell forward as a weight settled on her. His weight. His breath was in her ear and against the crook of her neck. His body was crouched over her. Pushing down. A hand splayed on her belly holding her in place. She felt both skin and scale. Hands and talons. Not long enough to pierce but certainly long enough to feel. He was still somewhere mid-shift, but then so was she.
“Don’t move,” he growled the words. They sounded deep, resonating and guttural.
She squirmed, wanting so badly to lash out. To run.
Her body must have tensed, poised itself to do just that because he said, “Don’t!” His hand tightening on her belly.
She could feel his cock. Hard and ready, pressed up tightly against her ass. No! No! No!
“I won’t…” The rest came out sounding like more of a growl than words.
Demi was gulping down air, trying not to panic. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop herself from whining. It would only incense him. She needed to stay completely still, completely quiet and remain submissive, otherwise, she was dead.
“…won’t…hurt…” more growling. He ground his teeth, sounding frustrated. He was trying to tell her that he wasn’t going to hurt her. If that was true, why was he holding her down like this?
She wanted to believe him but was struggling to do so. Then again, he hadn’t hurt her. Not yet. Not intentionally. The fall had been her own clumsiness. Her face already felt mostly healed. He hadn’t actually touched her. Most of the blood was his. Maybe he meant it. “O-okay.” Her voice was still a touch panicked. Her breathing still labored. “Let me go,” she tried.
“Can’t.” The word sounded more human. Now that she thought about it, she could feel more skin instead of scales. His hand was no longer tipped with claws. It felt like any other hand. His dick, however, was just as hard. Still pressed firmly against her. Still huge.
“W-why…” she was almost too afraid to ask, “n-not?”
“Lose…” His voice was still deep. His chest vibrated against her back. “Control.” It was like he had to concentrate to say each word.
His chest heaved. His breathing sounded labored. His cock still throbbed against her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying hard to calm down. “Lose control how?” She swallowed. “You’ll hurt me? Kill me? Oh god!” she whined, her wolf practically begging to be let out. She needed to shut the hell up! To stop showing weakness.
“Don’t run.”
She pulled in a deep breath and nodded once.
“Don’t fight.”
“I said I wouldn’t,” she snapped back at him. “My instincts are telling me to do both though.”
“My…” he growled, “instincts…hunt…want…hunt…you.”
“You have me.”
He kept his arm clutched around her. They stayed that way for a good minute. The seconds ticking by slowly…ever so slowly. It was killing her.
“Are you starting to feel better yet?” It seemed to be working. His muscles had relaxed some.
He made a low growling noise. It sort of sounded like an affirmation. Then he loosened his hold on her belly. “Don’t…run,” he warned again.
“I said I wouldn’t.” Her voice was much less panicked. “You could have hurt me already, but you haven’t. I’d wager that you have far more control than you think.” She prayed it was true.
“Not…much.”
Shit! “Okay. I’ll stay still. I won’t fight. Please, just calm down.”
“Trying.” His voice was laced with frustration.
It helped her to know that he was trying
so hard. At the same time, it was more difficult to stay still without him holding her against himself. “My name is Demi.”
Nothing. Just the throbbing of his cock against her ass.
“This is the part where you tell me your name.”
“Obsidian.”
Even his name had a scary ring about it. It was a strong name. “Obsidian.”
He growled, sounding angry again. His hand tightened around her belly once more.
“Easy,” she whispered. “You don’t want to hurt me. We can get through this.”
Again nothing. Shit!
“Can you let me turn over. I want to talk to you.” Demi wanted to look into his eyes. He couldn’t harm her as easily if he was looking into her eyes. “Please. I’ll stay on my back. I won’t move. I swear. We’ll talk.”
He loosened his hold, finally taking his hand away. “Don’t like to talk.” His voice was still incredibly gruff. It certainly didn’t sound like he used it much.
“Why is that?” He still felt tense. His body poised for action.
She felt movement against her. It felt like he had just shrugged. Good! It meant he was relaxing. “People talk a lot but, in the end, they say nothing. No one listens much either.”
She thought back to her earlier discussion with her father. Demi recalled her conversation with Cody as well. “You’re right about that.” She slowly lowered herself to her stomach, feeling dirt and clumps of grass beneath her. Then she turned over, moving carefully and deliberately so as not to spook him.
The first thing she noticed were his eyes. They were a beautiful light chestnut color. They were soft now that the slitted pupils were gone. She saw intelligence. Looking up into them made her feel instantly calmer. There was still animal there but not like before. Not nearly. He wasn’t going to hurt her. She was almost certain of it.
When she looked beyond his eyes, she realized how good-looking he was. It was pretty crazy of her to notice at a time like this, but there it was anyway. His dark hair was a bit shaggy and overgrown, which actually added to the appeal. His lips were full, for a male. His lashes were also long and dark, making his eyes quite beautiful. His jaw was very masculine, as was the stubble on his face. He was hands down the biggest male she had ever seen, which was nuts considering that her pack was made up of both wolf and bear shifters. Bears, Cody included, were massive both in their human and animal forms. They had nothing on Obsidian. Even Cody, the biggest of them all, had nothing on this male. His shoulders were broad. His arms and chest were well-muscled.
He was still in a crouching position above her. Now that she was flat on her back, there was a fair bit of space between them. She was sure to keep her eyes on his face though. Not wanting to give him any ideas. She was pretty sure he would still be sporting an erection. Something like that didn’t just disappear.
His eyes narrowed on her and he cocked his head slightly. “You are sad.”
Her first thought was a cocky one. No shit! Of course I’m sad, I’m about to be eaten by a big, bad dragon. A look of concern crossed his face and he gently, ever so softly touched her face with the tip of one finger. It was a ghost of a touch. Leaving her feeling like she might have imagined it.
“Yes.” She gave the tiniest of nods. “I am.” It scared her to realize just how sad she was. How the emotion churned in her. “Sad, lonely, depressed…I’m angry too.”
“Mostly sad though.” He nodded once. “I understand.” Then his eyes drifted down, first to her mouth and then lower.
Demi swallowed thickly as his brow furrowed.
Shifters were not generally concerned too much with nudity but the way he was looking at her…well, it should have had her squirming or covering up. Instead, it felt like her skin tightened.
Obsidian looked confused. “Your skin,” he shook his head, “it looks so soft.” He touched the side of her arm. His eyes flicked back up to hers. “Very soft.” He sounded in awe, looking back down. He touched her belly, his hand slowly moving up and up and—
She sucked in a breath when he cupped her breast. He squeezed, making her suck in another breath. His touch was leaning more towards exploratory than sexual and yet…gooseflesh broke out on her arms. Was she so attention-starved that she was enjoying this? She had missed having a connection with another person. She’d missed rutting. She was a shifter after all. Her sex drive was high. Over a year of abstinence suddenly felt like a really long time.
She wasn’t actually attracted to this male? Like that? Now? At a time like this? Surely not. It didn’t seem— She groaned when he raked a thumb over her nipple. Demi felt it between her legs. Her clit did this zinging thing. Her belly clenched. Her toes even curled. Shifters were not designed to go without sex. She felt that so acutely right then, it was scary. Okay, well maybe she was attracted to the dragon.
He looked down, focusing on her…pussy. Demi pushed her legs together, almost groaning at how she felt there. How achy. How— He sniffed. Shit! She was turned on. Her wolf was yipping and whining. It wanted her to turn over, to lift her ass. Her eyes drifted down. His thighs were powerful. His hips narrow. By freaking fur but his cock was massive, a bead of pre-cum amassing on his tip. She licked her lips.
“Female,” a throaty growl she felt between her legs. She realized his hand was back on the ground next to her. He was no longer touching her. There was a feral look in his eyes. It was desire. Wild, unabashed need…and for her. Demi had never seen this level of raw desire before. His forehead was creased in a deep frown. His jaw was set.
Her nipples were tight nubs. Her pussy felt wet. Her breathing was ragged, her heart raced.
His lip pulled back in a silent snarl and his muscles bunched. Demi put a hand on his chest. His skin was hot, a few degrees higher than hers. He closed his eyes, seeming to relish the contact. She leaned up, brushing her lips over his, marveling at how soft they were.
He growled low and deep. “Fuck.” He wasn’t cussing. Obsidian was making a statement.
He growled again. It was a sound that should terrify her. She should be running right about then. The words ‘What the hell am I doing?’ should have been clanging through her brain. Shrill alarm bells should have been going off. None of that was happening though. Not when his breathing turned ragged as well. Not when he clasped a hand around her thigh. Not when he nudged her legs open. Not when he settled himself between her parted thighs.
All she felt was need.
Aching want.
His eyes stayed on hers as he hooked his arms around the backs of her legs, her pelvis tilting up. He moved slowly, even though she could feel his hands shaking. His teeth were clenched tight. He put his cock against her opening. It was like he was counting to three with each step. Like he was giving her time to object. It was that, or he was trying to keep himself calm by pausing. She yelled out as he pushed into her. Obsidian snarled as he pushed deeper.
He was big and she hadn’t done this in forever, so it stung. He didn’t move. Three whole seconds in suspension. She realized that her eyes were closed tight. Obsidian pulled back before thrusting into her, going deeper this time. It hurt but she could feel the pleasure there too somewhere. Again, he waited before pulling back and thrusting. Three seconds of sting and then a thrust of pain. The pain slowly giving way to pleasure, the sting slowly evolving into need…for more.
She yelled when he bottomed out…as he touched her there. Deep. He used the three seconds to adjust her position, lifting her legs higher on his back. Then he all out fucked her, using hard, punchy thrusts. The pain was gone. In its place, blinding pleasure. One hand held his shoulder, while the other gripped his meaty ass. She could feel his muscles bunch and release beneath his skin as her fingers dug in. Could feel the slick sweat coating his skin. Obsidian wasn’t quiet about it either. He snarled and growled and grunted. He arched back, eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on his handsome face. Then he opened his eyes. They were beautiful, hazy with desire. They seemed to look right into her. He slowed a little for
a few thrusts. She watched his pupils change shape, slowly turning slitted. Then his thrusts increased in tempo. Harder. Deeper.
She gave a startled cry as her orgasm hit her. Demi felt it everywhere and all at once. Her back bowed. The earth digging into her back…not that she could feel it right then. Her toes curled. She felt him poise for a beat…maybe two, then he jerked into her and roared. The sound deafening and yet exhilarating all the same. His neck muscles roped, and he got a shocked look, like he couldn’t quite believe it was happening. Pleasure still rippled through her when Obsidian pulled out. He flipped her over, her knees giving in. His hand was back on her belly as he hoisted her up, his cock sliding back into her pussy, taking her deep.
The new angle felt good. He pulled her ass up a little higher and she whimpered, feeling another release building inside her. So soon. Her eyes widened up. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped for air. Then his finger was on her clit. Rub, rub, rub and she was clutching at the earth as a second orgasm rushed through her. Demi’s mouth fell open even more, then she groaned deep, clenching her teeth.
Obsidian jerked against her, his hips hitting against her ass. Her breasts jerking forward. He groaned as well, the sound filled with such pleasure. He slowed down. His cock still moving in and out of her, his seed running down her inner thighs. His grunts and her ragged pants filled the clearing. He finally stopped moving, letting his head rest on her back. His chest heaved against her. His dick throbbed inside her, still hard. She struggled to get enough air in.
The dragon had just given her the best sex of her life. It had been hard. More animal than human, even though they were both in their skins, but it had been the best. She didn’t know this male at all and yet, here she was, on her knees, his cock deep inside her, her body vibrating from the sheer pleasure.
No future. No past. Just right then. Funny how she’d known Cody for years and yet the thought of the male anywhere near her made her feel ill.
Oh crap!
Hell!
Cody.
Her life.
Her pack. Holy shit! What had she just done?
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