Between a Rock and a Hard-On

by Cindy Spencer Pape

  Goddess help her, she’d gone and fallen in love with a half-dragon. Well, at least neither of them would freak when their kids came out with wings. She looped her arms up around his neck.

  “I accept.”

  “Twyla!” His mouth crushed down onto hers, his lips hard and fierce. “Thank you, my love, thank you!” Then his tongue slid into her mouth like it belonged there, which she supposed it did. He stroked it along her own and caressed the inside of her cheeks and lips before thrusting in and out in an imitation of sex.

  He called her his love! Had he meant it? She suckled his tongue, loving the taste of him, sweet and salty all at the same time. They ate at each other, drank in each other’s passion, ‘til Twyla couldn’t wait any longer to have him penetrate her in that one final way. She wrenched her lips from his and drew in a long, shuddering breath.

  “Take me, Bram.” He loosened his grip enough to let her roll back to her knees. “My dragon!”

  “Goddess, you have the most beautiful ass!” He used his hand to spread her lubrication, making sure her anus was slippery and wet. He dipped his thumb into the rim of her sphincter, ensuring she was wet inside as well. Then he leaned over and licked at it with his tongue. The pointed tip darted inside her hole and Twyla nearly leapt up off the rug at the intensity of the sensation.

  “Take me!” She wanted him inside her in every way possible. In her mind, in her heart, even in her ass. She quivered, trying not to move as he scooped some of her own cream to lubricate his penis. The sound of him stroking himself was one of the most erotic things she’d ever heard.

  “With pleasure, princess!” First one finger, then two penetrated her anus, stretching her wide. The hormone from his tongue must have prevented her from feeling pain. It didn’t hurt at all when he added a third thick digit, then a fourth. She was breathing in little gasps and moans, but she didn’t think it was turning him off. Not judging by the size of the erection that replaced his fingers when he positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her ass.

  “You’re sure?” She’d have sworn his voice almost broke over the question.

  “Completely. Claim me, dragon. I want to be yours.”

  “Forever?” She knew he was just trying to give her one last chance to come to her senses, but she had no desire to do so. If this was crazy, she wanted to stay insane for the rest of her life.

  “Forever!” She pushed back against him, forcing the bulbous head of his cock partway into her ass. “Fuck me, damn it. Now!”

  “Mine!” His roar shook the walls of the townhouse as he rammed himself home. She’d never been so stuffed, so filled, so—whole.

  She’d never be a docile mate and he couldn’t be prouder of her.

  He held himself still, deep inside her ass. “Are you okay?” He could hardly believe she’d taken him all in one thrust, though his slippery saliva had probably helped ease the way.

  “Goddess, yes!” Her hips bucked against his groin. “But I need you to move!”

  And that was all it took. Her sweet little rosebud hole gripped him tighter than he could with his own fist and the heat of her roared through his veins. Her wetness and his hormones provided enough lube to allow him to slide, but not enough to dull the magnificent friction. He started slowly, gliding out until just the tip remained inside, then pushing himself back home. His claws gripped her hips, holding her in place for his strokes. She’d probably have small puncture wounds when they were done, but right now she didn’t seem to mind. Something deep inside him roared with triumph at the thought of her wearing ten more of his marks.

  It was impossible to hold back, to keep it slow. Not when her internal muscles sheathed him so tightly, when her broken little cries accelerated with every thrust. He pistoned harder, faster and deeper and when he felt his balls draw up tight to his body, he bent over her and pounded into her even more passionately.

  When the explosion came, it was the strongest one he’d ever had. He was pretty damn sure he’d blown the top of his head off. Twyla screamed and shattered around him as he flooded her ass with semen, her muscles clenching him, prolonging his orgasm, wringing every last drop of moisture from his spent and exhausted body.

  When it was finally over and even her twitching aftershocks had subsided, he pulled out and collapsed beside Twyla, wrapping her in his arms. This was where she belonged and he was never letting go of her again. As a half-dragon, he’d never been totally sure that the mating frenzy would happen for him, but now that it had, he couldn’t be happier.

  “We could go upstairs to bed,” he whispered several minutes later, when he’d remembered how to breathe again. He smoothed her tangled curls away from her pink and sweat-dampened face.

  She stirred and stretched, smiling up at him. “Sounds like a plan. I think I could sleep for a week.”

  “You’ve had a busy night.” First there was the party and then the park. He thought about the satyrs and had to fight down a murderous rage. If he ever saw those assholes again, they were dead. And yet without them, he might not have found Twyla, at least not tonight. So he hugged her close and set the rage aside.

  “You too.” She ran one tiny hand through his hair, then tapped him irreverently on the nose.

  “Best night of my life,” he told her. And it was no less than the truth.

  She turned to face him, her smile warm and wonderful, her glorious green eyes brimming with emotion. “I love you, Bram. I know pixies are supposed to be fickle and flighty, but I’m not like that. I can’t believe it happened this fast, but I’ve fallen in love with you.”

  “Good.” Goddess, were those tears clogging his throat? That was not supposed to happen. Grown half-dragons did not cry, especially not from happiness. He distracted himself by licking the small claw marks on her hips. “Sorry about those.”

  “Don’t be.” Her grin turned sultry. “I like knowing I bring out the wild side of you.”

  Could any woman be more perfect for a dragon’s mate? Bram didn’t think so. He started to tell her that when he heard music blaring from her purse.

  “It’s Katie.” Twyla knew her friend would be worried, so she sat up and reached for the bag. She pulled out her phone, flipped it open and spoke. “Hey, Kate. Sorry I missed the ritual.”

  “Are you all right?” Katie was a worrywart.

  “Never been better.” She laughed, a sound Katie couldn’t mistake as anything but sexual satisfaction. “And tell your friend Dana her brother is just fine too.” Incredibly fine as a matter of fact. She reached out with one finger and traced a line down Bram’s left wing.

  “Thank the goddess! We were worried about both of you. Umm… You do know that Dana and her brother aren’t totally—human, don’t you?”

  “Oh yeah. But since I’m not either, it isn’t a problem.”

  “Did you run into him at the park?”

  “Yeah. But it turned out we’d already met at the mayor’s party tonight, by the way. Who knew he had a team of paranormal cops as well as our advisory task force?”

  “Really? I only met Bram a couple of times, didn’t know what he did. I’m glad you didn’t make it to the grove, though. There was a group there ahead of us, so we had to move our ritual to Lexa’s garden. I tried to call you.” One of the witches in Katie’s coven had a big estate out in Bala Cynwyd.

  ““I had my phone off for the party and must have forgotten to turn it back on.”

  “Well, I’m glad you’re ok. I’m pretty sure that they were doing a fertility ritual, so we cleared out pretty quickly.”

  “Fertility ritual?” She managed not to shriek, but her hand flew up to her mouth. Bram grinned and raised one eyebrow in question. Lying stretched out on his side on the furry rug, he was still the sexiest damn thing she’d ever seen, even if she was totally worn out.

  “Yeah. Anybody who hung around that grove tonight had better be using double or triple protection for a while. It was pretty powerful stuff. I could sense it from like a hundred yards away. So we spl
it.”

  “I see.” Stars and moon, she and Bram hadn’t used anything! Not on the rock, not in the parking lot, not here on the rug! “Anyway, Katie, I’ll stop by tomorrow to grab some clothes, okay? I think I’m going to spend a few days here with Bram.”

  Yeah, like the rest of her life. But she wanted to tell Katie in person, with Bram by her side. And they’d have to go tell her mother, as well. Wouldn’t that be fun? Mab was not likely to be overjoyed at having a dragon for a son-in-law.

  She hung up the phone and turned to Bram, her mouth completely dry. It took a second to get her voice to work. “You heard?”

  “Somebody did a fertility rite in the grove?”

  Twyla nodded, her hand going down to cover her womb. “Do you think…”

  Bram shifted and sat up to pull her into his lap and take her in his arms. His hand slid down to cover hers. “It could happen,” he said agreeably. “Would you mind?”

  “I—I don’t think so.” Her mind whirled and she clung to him for stability in the storm. “I just wasn’t thinking about it so soon.”

  “Then we won’t worry about it one way or the other. I love you, Twyla. That isn’t going to change, not now, not ever. I’d like to have kids with you, someday. Now or later doesn’t matter. I watched you tonight with those orphans. You’d make a marvelous mother.”

  And he would be a fantastic dad. Whenever it happened. She smiled and laid her cheek against his chest. “I suppose it’s too late to worry about it anyway. I’m either pregnant or I’m not and we’ll find out soon enough. But the mayor is going to have kittens, after he’s tried so hard to keep his two groups of non-humans apart.”

  “Pendleton will cope.” Without shifting her from his arms, Bram stood and carried her to the stairs. “Time to go to bed, princess. We’ve got plans to make tomorrow.”

  “Yep.” After a quick shower together, she snuggled into his chest, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world. He took her to what was obviously the master bedroom, set her down carefully beside the big, rumpled bed.

  “You know the black comforter and curtains are going to have to go,” she teased. “The parlor was fine, but this room just screams ‘bachelor pad’.”

  “Even the silk sheets?” He drew back the duvet to reveal glossy black sheets. She allowed him to pull her down beside him, felt the smooth glide of the fabric against her skin and smiled.

  “They come in other colors, fang-boy.”

  His chuckle was warm and seductive. He pulled her full-length against him and kissed the top of her head. “I can live with that. There’s a room across the hall that will work as a nursery if we need it.”

  Twyla yawned. They probably would, if not right away, then eventually. “We’ll worry about that tomorrow.” She glanced at the clock. “Or more accurately, later today.”

  “Now my beautiful mate needs her rest,” he agreed, then yawned himself. “And so do I. Glad I’m not on duty tomorrow morning.”

  “Me too.” She relaxed into him, reveling in the feel of his hot, hard body lying so peacefully next to hers. “Love you.”

  He bent and pressed an exquisitely sweet kiss on her lips. “I love you, Princess Twyla, with every bit of my body, heart and soul. This has been the best Samhain ever.”

  Happy tears leaked from the corners of her eyes but he kissed them away. “I want you again already, woman. So if you want to sleep, you’d better tell me to go away.”

  “Don’t go away, Bram.” She shifted over him, then lowered herself to capture his cock with her cunt, loving the feel of him filling her, completing her. He groaned as she slid down to fully take him in and she looked into his incredible eyes. “Don’t ever go away.”

  About the Author

  Cindy Spencer Pape has been, among other things, a banker, a teacher, and an elected politician, though she swears she got better. Her degrees are in zoology, and she currently works in environmental education, when she can fit it in around writing. She lives in southern Michigan with her husband, two teenage sons, a dog, a lizard, and various other small creatures, all of which are easier to clean up after than the three male humans.

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