Blood Dragon

by Charlene Hartnady

  His fingers stopped moving mid-pump. A frown appeared, creasing his brow. His eyes filled with…shock. Then they widened with surprise. Smoke curled from his nostrils. So damned sexy. She felt his blood inside her. Potent. Deadly and yet beautiful somehow. Just like the male himself.

  Was he upset that she had taken from him?

  She wanted to apologize, but her mouth wouldn’t work. Her orgasm had left her spent. His blood had left her dumb…reeling…yet oddly, still aroused. It had physically hurt to drink from him ‒ even such a small amount ‒ but she wanted more.

  “Fuck,” Bay choked out. “What the—?” More frowning. He looked down and then back at her and then he threw his head back and roared. His big chest heaved. More smoke billowed from his nose, his mouth. One of the most terrifying and yet utterly beautiful things she had ever seen. Bay ripped at his pants and lunged at her, almost at the same time.

  Part of her wanted to run or to take up a defensive position. Her eyes may even have flashed red but it didn’t deter him. The rest of her filled with excitement like she’d never felt before. He grabbed her thighs, his touch harsh and rushed. There was a strange look of confusion and desire on his face. It made her heart race and her pussy clench with need. Like the last two orgasms had never happened.

  Chapter 3

  His cock was hard.

  Hard.

  He was erect. Fully erect. His dick throbbing. His balls full and tight. Need coiling in his belly. He could scent her pussy, could still taste her on his tongue. How long would this last? A minute? An hour?

  He needed to be inside her and right fucking then. Urgency and bewilderment rushed through him as he tore at his pants. His jeans came apart with a loud rip. His erect cock sprang free.

  Hold up! The vampire had fear in her eyes. He needed to try to calm down. More smoke billowed from his nose and mouth. Right then he was glad he wasn’t a Fire dragon. He might actually hurt her with his urgency and need. Might burn down this whole damned hotel. He didn’t have very much control. Felt his scales rub, was quite sure some of his dragon would be at the fore. Enough for her to see. She might be frightened, but she was also aroused. She made no move to leave. To stop him. The fear was mingled with arousal and interest. Thank fuck because he doubted he could stop. He had to be inside her and right fucking then.

  He grabbed her thighs, hoisting them up and around him and slid inside her in one hard thrust. Another roar was pulled from him as he felt her pussy tight, soft velvety…so hot. So wet. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes heated some more. He squeezed his eyes shut, a pained grunting noise escaped him.

  Bay didn’t think he’d ever be able to feel this again. “Fuck!” he groaned as he ground into her welcoming flesh. Him hard and her so damned soft. Blood rushed to his head. He could hear his heart beating. Could hear the blood running through his veins. He groaned fuck, each time he pushed into her. The female whimpered. He could only hope it was pleasure she was feeling. Thankfully she wasn’t human, he might damage her if she were. His control was slipping and fast. Couldn’t stop himself. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.

  Ten seconds later and his balls exploded. He was glad shifters couldn’t die easily, because he was sure he would’ve died just then had that been the case. From a heart attack, a stroke, or possibly both at once. He growled so long and hard it felt like his throat was rubbed raw. Seed erupted from him in hot spurts. His eyes were open and yet he didn’t see anything except for maybe bright white stars.

  He couldn’t stop moving. Kept rocking into her. Surprise flooded him all over again as he realized his cock was still hard. He stifled a laugh, looking down at the vampire who was looking at him with amusement. The sides of her mouth quirked up in the start of a smile. Her eyes glinted as well.

  Oh fuck! He’d forgotten about the female. Had only thought of his own need. Not that anyone could blame him.

  He’d make her come this time. It had been a very long time since he’d been inside a female, but he was sure he could still remember how it was done. Properly that is.

  His chest was plastered against hers. His nose barely an inch away from hers.

  “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone enjoy a rut as much as that.” She smiled, a little out of breath. “You look shocked. Like that was your first time or something.” She frowned, narrowing her eyes in on his.

  “No, not my first time.” He was still panting heavily. His body vibrating. “It has been a while though.” The last thing Bay felt like doing was talking. He hadn’t come there to talk. She hadn’t invited him there for that purpose.

  Sweat dripped from his brow as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. Not only beautiful and receptive as fuck, she was also flexible. He squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he pulled back. So amazing. He growled low in his throat as he sank back into her. Carmine groaned softly as well. Bay fucked her using hard even strokes. He. Fucked. Her.

  Fucked.

  He was rutting.

  How was this possible? He didn’t care. Not right then. Later they could talk. Right then he was going to partake and give. Both in equal measure. He leaned down so that her knees were on either side of her head. Her pelvis tilted forward, giving him deeper access. He groaned as he took full advantage. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she sucked in a ragged breath.

  He’d hoped to take it a little slower this time but his body had other ideas, he couldn’t stop the need coursing through him. The need to thrust and to come and to do it again and again.

  “Fuck!” he ground out. Couldn’t seem to say anything else ‒ or think it, for that matter.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  That was it. He slipped a hand between them and sought her tight bundle of nerves, strumming it in even strokes. Trying to go easy and failing. She clenched her teeth, her eyes rolling back as her pussy clamped down on him. She whimpered and then groaned deeply as her body came around him. The sound, the feeling of her tight channel, the slapping noises his balls made against her—

  “Fuuuuuuck!” Bay yelled as his second orgasm squeezed his balls even tighter than the first. It was more powerful but ended quicker. That was until he felt a stinging sensation. He watched in fascination as she sank her fangs into the inside of his wrist and then sucked.

  Bay felt the tug on his arm right through to his dick. Like a live-wire was connecting one to the other. Another orgasm rocked him. It was powerful. Mind-blowing. His body crouched over her. He clamped his other hand on her leg to hold her in place. His hips jerked forward. She sucked a second time. More intense pleasure, almost to the point of pain. Then she released him, turning her face away, whimpering as her pussy continued to pulse and spasm. Fuuuuck! Wave after wave of pleasure. His eyes were wide. His movements jerky. More smoke coiled from his nose until he was finally able to slow his movements.

  “More,” he groaned. “Please.” He wasn’t beyond begging.

  She turned her face back to him, her eyes hazy, her lids at half-mast. He almost yelled with sheer joy when she nodded once, licking her lips.

  He pulled out of her with a loud grunt, flipping her onto her knees. Carmine sank down onto her elbows, pushing her ass up. Seed dripped down her inner thighs. His seed. Then a sobering thought hit. “Oh fuck!” he growled. “I didn’t use protection. Are you…is this—” He could hear the panic in his voice. He’d never even considered becoming a father. It wasn’t something he’d thought about in a long time because it shouldn’t have been possible.

  “Relax dragon.” She looked back at him. Her eyes clouded with sorrow. She shook her head slowly. “I am unable to have young. Not only are my hips too narrow but I went under a silver knife many years ago making it an impossibility.”

  “Silver knife? What knife? Why would you—?”

  She sat up, clasping her hands in her lap. “Many of our females died trying to birth young. They, like myself, had pelvises that were too narrow to birth a child.” She sat on her haunch
es. She looked down. Her hips were indeed narrow. “As you must know, having a C-section, like a human, is not possible with our healing capabilities. Up until recently, females with my condition were sterilized.”

  “That’s barbaric!”

  “Yes, but it still remains the safest thing to do. Like I said, we are highly sexual creatures, unable to refrain from sex. Once we become pregnant, it is pretty much a death sentence. Nowadays, some females opt to take birth control but it is not always effective. We still lose a female on occasion. It is a risk some are willing to take.”

  “Why would they take the chance?” He thought about his own predicament. “I guess I understand. Sometimes death isn’t the worst thing.”

  “It seems we are compatible with shifters ‒ wolves and bears, that is ‒ I’m not sure about your kind. The length of the pregnancy is much shorter and the young are very small. Small enough to pass safely through the pelvis. We only learned of this in recent years.”

  “Why didn’t you choose birth control? Surely it would have been better?”

  “I am an older vampire. Not that I’m old,” she quickly added. “But old enough to have missed out on being given an option.”

  “That is sad. I am sorry.” He meant it wholeheartedly.

  “It’s okay, I have learned to live with it.” He saw pain in her eyes. “The option was not afforded to me.” She shook her head sadly. “There was only one route back then and that was surgery.” Her eyes clouded and her shoulders slumped. “I am upset about it at times.” She looked away. “My womb was cut from my body with a silver knife. It grew back but for some reason when cut away with silver, the organ is no longer functional.”

  Holy crap!

  Just like him. His heart beat faster. He felt sorry for her. Knew what she was feeling.

  “Don’t look at me like that.” She shook her head.

  “Like what?”

  “Like you pity me.” She crawled over to him and straddled him, her hands on his shoulders.

  “I do, but it’s not what you think.” This was pity born of understanding.

  The vampire smiled. “Can I touch you yet?” Her smile widened and she tightened her hold on his shoulders.

  Bay chuckled. His dick jutted hard and proud from his body. Her eyes were on it, feasting. “Yes, you may touch me…anywhere, as much as you want.”

  “Good.” There was the sound of fabric tearing and buttons went flying.

  Bay laughed as he shrugged the ruined shirt from his body. He’d forgotten he was even wearing it. He still had his shoes on, still wore his broken jeans. He didn’t care. Not about his state of dress or anything else for that matter. The vampire was sinking onto his cock. Her tight pussy wrapping around him. He grabbed her hips, holding her in place, watching her breasts bounce softly as she rode him. She was beautiful to behold. This felt like a gift. His hands tightened on her as he became lost in the moment.

  Bay sprang up, throwing the tattered covers from the bed. She was gone. He knew it like he knew his own name. The fact didn’t stop him from checking anyway. From searching the room, as well as the adjoining bathroom. From pulling open the closet and cursing when he found it empty.

  The vampire was gone. The sun wasn’t up yet. His internal clock told him it would be soon but not yet. She’d up and left before he could talk to her. Find out how this was possible. If it would happen again.

  He looked down at his flaccid cock. It was hardly surprising. They’d fucked many, many times. So many times his balls actually ached. He felt weak and tired and in the best possible way. She had bitten him several times. The marks were already gone. Healed up. If it weren’t for his achy body and the fact that he was in a strange hotel room, he would never say any of it had happened.

  But it had.

  The vampire was real.

  Only he didn’t know her real name or where to find her. He couldn’t exactly walk into her coven. He knew she wouldn’t want that, knew she would turn him away. Would be angry with him even. Dragons and vampires didn’t mix.

  He was a leader now. In charge of the Water Warriors. His king was counting on him to lead effectively. Flying into vampire territory was not the way to go about things. Demanding to speak to a nameless female. No! He couldn’t do it.

  Bay picked up the phone next to the bed and pushed the button that had ‘Reception’ written under it. Two rings later and a male answered.

  What the hell did he say? “I’m calling from room…” He read the number on the phone, “516 ‒ I was wondering where the female went. The one who—”

  “Oh, yes, Miss Carmine. She checked out. Said you…um…Mr Bay, is that correct?”

  “Yes, it is,” he said, feeling disappointment so acute it had him almost reeling. Bay sat down on the bed, landing hard.

  He had to work to actually comprehend what the male was saying. “She said you might want to stay in the room. You would be most welcome. All charges for her account. She mentioned an accident with the comforter.”

  Bay looked down at the bed. The comforter was on the floor and ripped to shreds. So were the sheets, and the mattress was a mess as well.

  “The sheets might—”

  “It’s all to be charged to Miss Carmine’s account. The room is fully paid for until 10 am on Tuesday morning.”

  “Did Miss Carmine leave a note or her contact details?”

  “No note and I’m afraid we can’t give out any personal information.”

  “I understand.”

  “We hope you enjoy your stay, Mr Bay.” His tone was upbeat.

  “Thank you.” He held the receiver to his ear even though he heard a click telling him the other male was off the line.

  He finally allowed it to land on the cradle. Bay scrubbed a hand over his face and puffed out a breath. Why hadn’t he asked the vampire for more information when he had the chance?

  Like, how? How had taking his blood brought life back to his body? Would the effect be lasting? It was too soon to tell. He didn’t want to know right then. Was too afraid of what the outcome would be.

  He looked down at himself, cringing. There was no way he could leave this room looking like this, which meant one thing.

  Chapter 4

  “You have got to be shitting me?” Beck’s eyes were wide. “Completely shitting me! I mean I can scent you rutted, so I know you aren’t talking through your ass, but …” He walked around the room. “I can scent it in here.” He choked out a laugh. “Definitely on that bed which looks like it went to war. Go you!” He did a fist pump. “I can scent female all over you…you didn’t hold back, by the way, did you?” The male chuckled, infuriating him.

  “Stop!” Bay shook his head. “This is no laughing matter.”

  “What are you talking about? It’s a great reason for celebration.” Beck grinned. “You fucked a female.” He made a yowling noise. “Went all out on her. I can tell.” He sniffed the air. “Hey, I would have too if I’d been celibate for…how many years has it been again?”

  “I didn’t ask you to come here so that you could goad—”

  “Come on!” Beck all but yelled. “You look like someone died. You should be celebrating. You’re not impotent.”

  “I could still be. We don’t know whether she cured me or not.”

  “Even if you are, at least you figured out something that gets things to work, right?”

  “No, I haven’t. Having sex with a vampire is not a solution.” Bay shook his head. “You know how crazy that sounds, right? I can’t just walk into a coven and announce myself. What would I say? Don’t mind me, I’m here for a quick hook-up.” With one certain female. I’ll take the one with the big green eyes, please. He gave a quick shake of the head to banish the thought. It was plain stupid!

  “Well, I guess you couldn’t just walk in, but—”

  “There are no buts! It can’t happen. End of story!”

  “You might be cured though. You haven’t tested it out.” Beck glanced down, in the general di
rection of his cock, making Bay want to cover himself up, especially considering he was only wearing a towel around his hips.

  “I rutted a multitude of times, I doubt,” Bay shook his head, “I’d have much luck if I tried now,” he mumbled the last.

  Beck made a face. “What are you talking about? You’re a shifter. A dragon at that. If I can go all night and still wake up for a last round, so can you.”

  “I don’t want to try right now. I’ll—”

  “Bullshit! You need to know. No use putting it off. Maybe you don’t need a vampire female. Maybe you’re cured. How amazing would that be?”

  “I doubt it!” It couldn’t be that simple, could it?

  “Don’t be so negative. You never know until you try.” Beck pushed a bag into Bay’s hands. “I bought the biggest sizes they had but I’m sure it’s still going to be a bit tight.”

  Bay took the bag and mumbled his thanks.

  “Now, go in there and make sure you test the equipment before you come back out.” He pointed at the bathroom door.

  Bay held the other male’s stare for a few seconds before nodding. Beck was right. He went in, closing and locking the door behind him.

  He heard Beck chuckle. “I won’t come in or anything. It’s not like I want to watch you whack off.” He laughed some more. Jackass!

  Bay wouldn’t put it past the male. Beck being a bit of an asshole and all. The male had been there for him on many occasions though. Heck, he’d rutted enough for the both of them. Bay couldn’t help but smile. His humor quickly evaporated when he removed the towel and starred down at his dick.

  Shit! He didn’t want to know. No! He did. Then again, he would find out soon enough, wouldn’t he? Bay looked at the closed door. Beck would give him hell if he walked out of there without an answer. The male was right. He needed to bite the bullet, so to speak, and find out.

  Bay spotted a small bottle of hotel lotion on the counter. He poured a generous amount onto his palm and rubbed the lotion onto his member.