by Ashlyn Chase
***
Drake watched her scoot down until she was at eye level with his cock, and then she grasped it tightly. He’d let her do whatever she wanted to him and couldn’t wait to see what that would be.
She laved around the crimson head and ran her tongue down the sensitive underside. Tingles raced through him. Then she lowered her open mouth over his shaft as far as she could go, then sucked and pulled back at the same time. Incredible sensations shot through him, causing an involuntary moan to escape.
“Oh, God. You do that well. But you don’t have to, you know.”
She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Of course I don’t have to. I want to.” She licked her lips. “Mmm… candy.”
She returned to sucking his rod as if it really were a giant candy bar. He lay back and moaned his pleasure until he felt the inevitable tingle at the base of his spine.
“Bliss, stop. I can’t take any more.”
She lifted her head and smiled. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, yeah. Besides, it’s your turn.” He flipped her over onto her back and she squealed, apparently not expecting his quick reflexes. Then she giggled, letting him know she didn’t mind a bit.
He yanked her red satin panties down and off, then reached for her matching bra’s front closure. As soon as it opened, he dove for one of her gorgeous breasts. He suckled hard, then licked her nipples and blew on each of them, making her shiver and moan.
“Please, suck them again,” she pleaded.
“I intend to.” He took one nipple deep in his mouth and sucked thoroughly. She arched and moaned louder. As soon as he was sure he had pleasured that one enough, he moved to the other and gave it equal attention.
“Oh, God.” She cupped his jaw and lifted his face until he was looking in her eyes. “I love that. Thank you.”
Drake grinned. “My pleasure. Anytime.”
“If I took you up on that, you’d miss a whole lot of work.”
He chuckled. “Or I’d just have to find a way to work from home.” Damn, Drake. You’ve already got yourself moving in with her. Slow the hell down.
“Um, are you up for the rest?” she asked.
Thankful that she’d let his comment slide, he murmured, “Oh, yeah. Where do you want me?”
“On a silver platter.”
He chuckled and said, “The lady knows what she wants.”
She winced. “Sorry. I can be bossy in the bedroom—well, not just the bedroom, basically everywhere—but right now I want to give you whatever you like.”
“In that case, let’s do it doggie style.” Perfect. That way if I begin to shift, she won’t see.
Bliss quickly rolled up onto her hand and knees, facing away from him. She looked over her shoulder. “Condom?”
Damn. How do I tell her I don’t need them? “I—uh… I guess we should have had this talk before, but I still don’t have any. The good news is I can’t get you pregnant, and I don’t have any diseases. The department insists on thorough checkups.”
Bliss paused a moment, then said, “Works for me.”
“How about you? Ever been tested?”
“I donate blood a lot. They’d tell me to stop if they found HIV or hepatitis C, and I don’t have herpes or anything else.”
She waved her tush in a provocative invitation. Drake groaned.
Positioning himself behind her, he tested her wetness. Oh, yeah. No problem there. “I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts.”
Bliss faced forward and nodded.
He positioned the head of his cock at her opening and rubbed some of her juices over it. He was large and really didn’t want to hurt her. Fortunately, as he entered, she sighed.
He was only feeling now, inching into her until he was fully seated. With no sign of protest on her part, Drake began a slow rhythm. He sucked in air and gave up breathing completely while heated sensations rose to a fevered pitch.
“Oh, that feels so good. You can go faster if you want to.”
He wanted to, but he didn’t want to give her a wham, bam, “Thank you, ma’am,” either. He was already so turned on that his shaft was pulsing with need.
“Let me lead. I think you’ll enjoy the experience.”
“Oh yeah. I’m being bossy again.” She snickered. “Sorry.”
Drake leaned over her back and whispered endearments into her ear. He found her clit with his finger and rubbed it in a circular motion at the same slow speed as his thrusts.
She moaned but sounded a bit frustrated. Good. It’ll be that much sweeter when I finally make her come.
Drake carried on like that until she whimpered.
He took pity on her, knowing she was as turned on as he was. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes. Harder, faster, please.”
He answered her by speeding up and increasing the pressure on her clit. He rubbed it so quickly that a vibrator couldn’t have done better. She moaned and sped up her answering momentum.
Such pleasure. An animalistic instinct took over and drove him to take her without restraint. His heart pounded. He thrust faster and faster, pushing them toward the ultimate release.
He wanted her to come before him. He needed her to fathom all of what he was feeling and share every drop of joy.
Their bodies gleamed with sweat, and his breath puffed out, becoming a smoke curl against her neck. Uh-oh. He leaned over and licked her there, tasting her salty skin. He kept it up until she was so close, she was just a whisper away.
At last, she quivered and shattered, screaming her release. Drake felt like he was going to die if he held off much longer. His body temperature was rising, but he wanted her to ride out her orgasm to the very last aftershock.
He glanced at his arm and noticed the hardness that signaled his dragon scales were about to form. Shit. He had to let himself come and do it quickly before she noticed something strange.
Her quivering died down as did her screams, so he let his finger leave her clit. His climax exploded. He rode its waves of pleasure with his hands gripping her bottom—grateful they were still hands with fingernails instead of talons.
As the last aftershock rolled through him, he checked his arms and torso. Whew. He’d come soon enough to avoid shifting this time. He’d have to come up with a strategy to stop the heat buildup and possible loss of control over his shift. He smiled to himself as he realized the obvious answer was to have sex more often.
He withdrew and collapsed onto his side next to Bliss. She fell to her side, facing him. Despite her panting breaths, she appeared totally relaxed and sated. She didn’t seem to have noticed anything strange. He gathered her into his arms and pulled her to his heaving chest.
That was a close one, moron.
Chapter 8
Drake checked in with his firehouse and discovered that they were out on a run. His conscience kept pricking at him for taking a whole day off when he was no longer injured.
“Bliss, honey. I have to go to work.”
“But I already called and told them you were in an accident. How would it look if you showed up feeling perfectly fine? And, while we’re at it, how can you be in such good shape? I thought you broke some ribs.”
Drake patted his rib cage. “They must have just been bruised, not broken. I’m still a little sore, but not like last night. Those pills you gave me… what were they?”
Bliss looked sheepish. “Percocet. I shouldn’t have given you anything that strong without a doctor’s prescription. They really knocked you for a loop.”
Drake was aware of how he’d slurred his words when he told her he was a dragon. He was actually grateful for that. He hadn’t thought through the best way to explain his alternate form and decide how the conversation should begin. “Hey, honey. I’m a dragon,” didn’t work out so well.
He really needed to plan
it better. He’d have to let her see certain things he could do. He needed her to believe him next time, hopefully without transforming in front of her and scaring her to death. Since he’d given her zero preparation, it was a blessing she simply thought he was out of his mind.
But he did tell her. Later on, he could make that claim and she couldn’t accuse him of being dishonest. Knowing Bliss, she’d think it, even if she didn’t come right out and say it. Who am I kidding? Of course she’ll say it.
She stroked his chest gently. “Are you sure you’re all right now?”
He captured her waist and drew her against his hard length, letting his erection speak for him. She glanced down between them. “Ah, I see. You really are feeling better.”
“And if I don’t leave soon, I might feel too good to leave at all.”
One side of Bliss’s mouth turned up. “Oh, well, if that’s the case, I’d better kick you out. I’ve got stuff to do today.”
He laughed. Typical Bliss. “You should make a card for that.”
“Oh, I have some. I call those the ‘don’t overstay your welcome’ cards. You, however, are welcome whenever we have a few spare minutes.”
She tipped up her face for a long, tender kiss. He cupped her head and let her silky dark hair glide over his fingers. As much as he wished he could stay there and fool around with this remarkable woman all morning, he really had to go.
“I’ll call you later in the day. We can check our schedules and hopefully plan something fun to do together.”
“That would be nice.”
One more long kiss later, he managed to force himself out the door and downstairs.
***
Angie strolled around the corner humming. “Is he gone?”
“Yes, he just left. Nice of you to hum a warning.”
She grinned. “I hope you’ll do the same for me. Someday.” Her smile suddenly diminished.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
Angie let out a long sigh. “Not really. Tory flirts with me, but… I don’t know.”
“Has he asked you out?”
“Not exactly. I mean, I think he would if I encouraged him, but…”
“Is it because he’s black?”
Angie looked horrified. “No! Of course not.” Then her shoulders slumped. “I mean, he’s a great guy. Little things like that don’t matter to me one way or the other, but you wouldn’t believe how prejudiced my dad and grandparents are. They’d have heart attacks and die, and then I’d feel guilty because I’d know I killed them.”
“Um, you’re being a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
“You don’t know my family.”
“True. Are you very close to them?”
“Hey, I spent twenty years with them, even my grandparents, under the same roof. You wouldn’t believe how the multigenerational influence can mix you up. Sometimes you listen to passé values, and they almost make sense.”
Bliss didn’t want to be nosy, but she wished she could help. Angie seemed like such a nice girl. She deserved happiness without worrying about what others would think. Ah ha! I see another card line needed. Hmmm… So what if he’s black? He’s got my back. Yeah, I’ll work on that later.
“…so you see,” Angie was saying, “I’d be leading him on, and I try not to do that to guys.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. That’s not right. You don’t want to be a tease.” Jeez, I’d better get into this conversation or start working on that new card line. I wasn’t even listening to her for a moment there.
Angie scrutinized her. “You did hear the part where my family wouldn’t care about the color of his skin, right?”
“Huh? I thought you said they were prejudiced.”
“They are. Or would be if they knew he’s from New York. Bliss, he’s a Yankees fan!”
Bliss’s jaw dropped. “Is that what…” She gazed at the floor and shook her head. “Unbelievable.”
“You seem distracted. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah.” She straightened. “Everything’s fine.”
“Did Drake ever tell you who that woman was last night and why she hurt him?”
“I’d prefer not go into it.” That was something Bliss would have to try not to think about. Repeating everything to her roommate would make it that much harder.
Angie shrugged. “I get it. Well, just know if you want to talk about it, or anything else for that matter, I’m here. I’m a very good listener, and I know how to keep my mouth shut too.”
“That’s probably what makes you such a good bartender.”
“Yup. You’d be surprised how much gossip I hear.”
“And you don’t repeat any of it?”
A sly smile crossed Angie’s face. “Only the really juicy stuff.”
***
Drake found the firehouse deserted but waited around until the guys returned. They were covered with soot and sweat, which meant they’d had a hell of a job.
The chief eased out of the ladder truck first and strolled over to him. “I thought you were sick.”
“Injured. But I’m okay now. Just some bruised ribs.”
“Glad to hear you’re okay. We could have used you back there. It was a two bagger in a three decker in Charlestown.”
“Shit. Those things go up like kindling.”
“No kidding. The second alarm was mostly to protect the neighborhood. The building itself was a total loss.”
“Anything suspicious?”
“Talk to the other guys. I have to go fill out the paperwork.” The chief strode off toward the stairs.
Benjamin shed his turnout gear and waved Drake over as he hung up his jacket. “Drake, what’s up? We heard you’d be out a few days.”
“Nah. I’m tougher than I look.”
“I’ve always said so. What happened?”
“Stupid mugging. I thought I had a broken rib, but they taped me up, doped me up, and I was fine as soon as I sobered up.”
Benjamin laughed. “Well, you’re lucky you weren’t in on this sumbitch. It got out of control real quick.”
“Think it was a torch?” Drake knew better than to use the word “arsonist” out loud, so he went with the firefighter slang.
“Maybe. Or maybe a spark.”
Drake hated to consider that. It meant one of their own had crossed over to the dark side. Even a firefighter wannabe could be bad news if the appeal was a fascination with fire.
“The neighbors said there was a guy all dressed in black leather wearing a biker helmet, poking around outside the back door. I saw someone like that hanging around when we got there. Then he took off. When the cops talked to the residents, no one was expecting any visitors and said they didn’t know anyone matching the description.”
Crap. It couldn’t have been… nah. If Zina was taunting me, she’d wait until I was back to work. Although, if anyone knows the restorative powers of a dragon, it’s another dragon. Damn it. She may have used her fire as a way of getting to me.
***
Bliss had spent her day not only redesigning many of her cards, but also thinking about how to prevent herself from ever losing them again. She hadn’t liked Drake’s idea of simply backing them up on one of the Internet storage sites. He didn’t understand the cutthroat competition for this grand prize—and she wanted it as much as the other two finalists.
It was too much to simply trust his word that no one would be able to gain access to those sites. Hackers were able to do all kinds of things they shouldn’t be able to do. No, she had to think of something else.
Suddenly it came to her. A safe deposit box! She could store her designs on a disk and put the soft copy in a safe hiding place. She slapped herself up the side of the head with a loud, “Duh!”
At that moment, the phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and notic
ed it said District 3. It must be Drake!
She picked up the phone and said in a breathy voice, “Hello, big, strong, handsome fireman…”
She was met with silence for a moment. At last, a voice she barely recognized answered, “Um, hello, dear lady. Is Drake there?”
Gulp. “Uh… may I ask who’s calling?”
“Chief Tate. I told him to take the rest of the day off and come back for his shift tomorrow, but we’re busier than expected and I could really use his help today.”
“Oh,” she squeaked. “I thought he went to work this morning.”
“He did, but I sent him home, stupidly thinking he could use a little more time to heal. He said he might go to your place and left your number. That’ll teach me to be a nice guy.”
From what Bliss remembered of the chief, “nice guy” wasn’t a description she would have used.
“Well, he’s not here, but if I see him, I’ll tell him to call.”
“Never mind the call, just tell him to get his ass down here.”
Yikes. “Okay.”
“Oh, and honey? Thanks for the compliment,” he added with a chuckle.
Bliss didn’t know what to say to that, so she just mumbled, “Okay. Bye,” and hung up.
She thumped her forehead on the table a few times and muttered, “Damn, damn, damn.”
***
As Bliss headed for the bank with her disk, she thought she’d pop into the bar and say hello to Claudia.
She didn’t expect to see Drake there having a beer with two of the regulars. He was at the back booth but spotted her immediately. He said something to his companions and rose. Tory and Kurt turned around and waved to her, then went back to their conversation. Meanwhile, Drake strolled over to her.
“Hey, Bliss. I thought this was your day off.”
“It is. I was just on my way to the bank and thought I’d stop in and see Claudia. It’s a good thing I ran into you, though. The chief called and wants you back at work.”