Scaling Her Dragon: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 8)

by Taiden, Milly

  Gerri gave Becca a penetrating look and then shook her head. “Is it really so hard for people to follow instructions?” She sat and huffed. “They ask for mates, I get them mates. Then they fuck it up.”

  Becca and Charlotte shared a look before sitting near Gerri. Charlotte leaned forward in her seat. “What’s happened?”

  “That dragon!” Gerri snapped. “I have met my share of hard-headed males, but he takes the cake.” She glanced at Becca. “If I didn’t know how you felt about him, I’d kick him off my client list and move on to finding you someone else.”

  “Whoa!” Becca said. “Vikter? Has he come to see you?”

  Gerri nodded. “Try to keep up, child. Of course he has. A long time ago. Asking me to find his mate. All roads lead to you.” She frowned. “But if he isn’t mated to you, then something went wrong somewhere.”

  “I’m not his mate,” Becca said. “He doesn’t even want a relationship with me, much less a long-term commitment. He was very clear about that.”

  Gerri growled and slammed her hand on her lap. “Something’s wrong here, and I know it’s not me.” She gave Becca a serious stare. “I will figure this out. And when I do, I will smack some sense into that dragon. You two belong together.”

  Nice to hear that, considering he didn’t think so.

  * * *

  Becca tried to think of a good excuse to not ride with Drayken during first flight. Unfortunately, fear of flying was not a good one, because someone had mentioned to him she’d dove off a cliff a week ago. So, yeah. Lovely.

  “Tell him you feel sick,” Charlotte whispered.

  “He’ll know I’m lying. He’s a shifter,” Becca muttered.

  “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.” Charlotte walked beside her, appearing perfectly comfortable in this new world.

  “I’m just going to tell him the truth, and hopefully he’ll understand I’m not interested.” She stomped on the grass. “Why didn’t you tell me before he showed up that my flying with him was so significant?”

  Charlotte shrugged. “I didn’t know you said you’d fly with him. I thought you were going to watch.”

  “I was going to watch, from his dragon’s grasp!” she huffed. “Just wait for me back there,” she pointed at a large tree away from the people.

  TWENTY-FOUR

  The crowds gathered at the edge of a massive cliff where they’d all take off. She moved around people, leaving Charlotte behind, and went in search of Drayken. She found him at the front, speaking to a group of men. She smiled when she caught his attention and motioned for him to come closer.

  “Rebecca, I’m so glad you could make it. You’ll love the view from my dragon.”

  She pursed her lips and started talking. “I’m sorry, Drayken. I didn’t know the ritual of having a woman fly from your grasp or on your back meant she was special to you. Or that she would be your partner.” She took a breath and went on. “I think you’re a nice guy, but I don’t like you like that.”

  Cold fury sparked in his eyes. “I see.”

  She’d tried to speak softly, so they weren’t overheard. “I’m sorry.”

  Without saying anything else, she rushed through the crowd toward Charlotte, but too many people started to shift, tearing out of their clothes, keeping her rooted to the spot. She watched in awe as every color dragon she could have ever imagined took to the skies. Instead of going back to Charlotte, she ran to the edge of the cliff to watch them fly as a group.

  Greens, purples, oranges, red, browns, yellows, blacks, and so many hues and sizes, she had trouble keeping track. She smiled wide, watching the group fly off together. She noticed a red dragon turned around, headed back to the cliff. That person must’ve forgotten something.

  She searched for Charlotte, spotting her off to the side. An expression of terror twisted Char’s face. A shadow fell over Rebecca, taking away the sun’s warmth. She whipped around to see the dragon swoop down, much too close. She ran, but was whisked up into the air, caged in massive talons.

  “Becca!” Charlotte screamed from the cliff.

  Rebecca didn’t attempt anything as stupid as trying to get out of the dragon’s claws. They were really high, and she was already hyperventilating from knowing she could be let loose and fall to her death. She curled her arms around one of the talons and hugged it for dear life with her eyes closed.

  It was ironic that she’d been dying to see the Dragosland from the skies, and now that she was getting the chance, she couldn’t open her eyes. The dragon vibrated, and she swore she was going to lose her breakfast. With a sudden dive, the dragon lowered until she was on the top of a tower. She had no idea where, but she wouldn’t be able to get down until he let her.

  He loosened his grip on her, shaking her off when she clung to his claw.

  She glanced around the little space and then back and the dragon. “You son of a bitch! Get me down from here.”

  His reply was to shoot a burst of fire right above her head—not low enough to burn, but enough for her to feel the heat. Great warning.

  She didn’t know what to do. There were no cell phones in Aurora. She couldn’t call Charlotte and tell her where she was, not that she knew. There was no GPS, and if there were, she wouldn’t know how to figure it out.

  A loud roar sounded behind her. The golden dragon with angry eyes she’d come to know was Vikter shot forward above her head and charged Drayken.

  Vikter bit Drayken’s wing. Drayken pulled away, snapping his teeth at Vikter’s dragon.

  They fought overhead, slamming into trees. Cracking and crashing sounds of the trunks going down exploded around them.

  Vikter bit Drayken’s claw. They tumbled through the air, wings flapping noisily in the wind. Vikter slammed his tail into Drayken’s side, the giant thorns slashing long gouges into the smaller dragon.

  She gripped the stones making up the tower. Her heart pumped hard in her chest. She might be pissed as hell at Vikter, but she didn’t want him hurt.

  Vikter opened his massive mouth and bit down on Drayken’s foot. Drayken tried to shake him off. They whirled in circles, making Becca dizzy with fear. Drayken thrashed his assault on Vikter. It was horrible, but she wanted Vikter to win.

  Drayken swung his tail around, bashing Vikter’s head repeatedly until he released Drayken’s foot.

  The massive dragon shot forth, slamming Drayken into the side of a hill. The ground shook. She watched in horror as Drayken pounded his tail into Vikter’s side. Vikter let out an angry roar and snapped scores of teeth on Drayken’s shoulder, striking his tail hard against Drayken’s wings. Vik pummeled again and again, tearing a hole through one of Drayken’s wings.

  Drayken braced on the side of the mountain, then shoved Vikter off. The golden dragon’s wing caught in a jumble of trees, keeping him stuck long enough for Drayken to make a getaway.

  That rat bastard! She watched him struggle to fly with the hole in his wing. She swung her gaze to where Vikter struggled to get loose. It took a few tries and a lot of growling, but he freed himself.

  Settling on the tower, he lowered his head for her to climb. After a few slips and slides, she held tightly, holding on to his horns as best as she could.

  He kept the ride smooth. Although she was scared shitless—no seatbelts on a dragon—she managed to keep it together.

  Once they arrived at his castle, he set her down in a clearing leading inside. She slid off and watched him shift out of his dragon. She bit her lip to stop herself from gaping. She had a very clear memory of his naked body, but under the light of the sun, his skin sparkled with perspiration. Muscles, corded with tension, flexed and held her entranced.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  He gave a sharp nod and turned to the castle. She followed after him, trying unsuccessfully not to stare at his sexy ass. She wanted so badly to slap his cheeks that she heard the stinging smack in her mind.

  They walked through the door, and a man, who she swore appeared out of thin air, handed Vi
kter a robe. She glared at the idiot who give him the material to cover his amazing body.

  He continued down a hallway, and she still followed. Why? She had no clue. He’d saved her, and that meant something. He entered a room, and she went in. Too late, she realized it was his bedroom.

  She stopped a few feet inside. He didn’t. He continued to a massive wall of glass revealing the outdoors.

  She bit her lip and watched the robe come off. That’s when she noticed the scratches on his back. She’d been so focused on his ass, she hadn’t seen them. Taking quiet steps, she shut the door behind her and made her way across the room to where he stood.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, wanting badly to reach out and touch him.

  TWENTY-FIVE

  Vikter fought the anger riding his veins. He’d wanted to destroy Drayken. His own family. Even though Drayken told him he hadn’t been looking to harm Becca, Vikter’s dragon didn’t give a fuck. He needed to be dead. If Vikter hadn’t gotten caught up in the tree branches, he’d have killed his cousin.

  “You don’t need to thank me,” he said, watching her in the reflection of the window glass.

  “Yes, I do. You saved my life,” she glanced at her hands and then at his shoulders. “No one has ever done something like that before.”

  “Been abducted by a lot of dragons in the past, have you?”

  She jerked her gaze to his head and glared. “No. You know, you’re a real asshole,” she said. “I let go of all the crap you said and try to show appreciation, and you’re still being a jerk.”

  He turned to face her. Her eyes widened, her gaze clashing with his. “I’m a jerk?”

  She nodded, taking a step to the side. “Yes. You are. I’m a pretty laid-back person, but you’ve managed to piss me off at every turn since I met you.”

  “I said you don’t need to thank me, and you don’t. I’d have fought him to my death if it meant saving you,” he stated flatly.

  Her brows drew down and she closed the distance between them. “Do you see what you are doing?” She lifted a hand and poked him in the chest with her index finger. “You say shit like that and then tell me you want to keep things casual.”

  He grabbed her by the arms and pressed her against the glass. “I can’t give you more than that. It’s impossible.”

  Anger flashed in her eyes. “You know something? Fuck you. I’m done trying to understand you. These games you play where you act like you want me more than anyone else, only to push me away? They’re fucking exhausting, and I don’t have the patience for it. I’m going back to Earth.” She wiggled to get out of his hold but couldn’t, so she glared at him harder. “Let. Me. Go.”

  He should. He would only make things worse by holding on to her. She needed to distance herself from him. But he didn’t care what he should do at the moment. Fuck being nice. He wanted Becca. Her sweetness and understanding had ensnared his heart. “No.”

  She opened her mouth, ready to say something he knew she’d later on regret. His head dropped, his lips taking hers in a hungry kiss—a kiss he’d been unable to ignore since the last time he’d had her body in his grasp.

  His need for her felt overwhelming, like he was losing himself without her. Every emotion she pulled out of him had filled him with desperation.

  She fought him at first, pushing his body, but her anger redirected the moment he plunged his tongue into her mouth. A soft moan sounded from her. She raked her nails over his shoulders, gripping and squeezing.

  Lust hazed his thinking. He yanked at her clothes, tearing at the material and touching her everywhere he could. Their kiss turned wilder, bolder. Tongues mated, he groaned, and she sighed. He cupped the heavy weight of her breasts, grazing his thumbs over her nipples, tightening the tiny buds.

  Pulling his mouth from hers, he licked and nipped his way to her tits. She arched her back, offering them to him. He laved her warm skin and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh, God!” She gripped his short hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other.

  There was so much beauty in watching her enjoy his mouth on her breast, sucking and fondling until she squirmed from foot to foot. He let go of her tit, continuing his trek down to her soft belly. He bit the smooth area around her belly button, licking and sucking the little hole.

  “Ah, fuck, that feels good,” she mumbled.

  He kneeled between her legs, mesmerized by the heat of her pussy and the delectable scent of her desire.

  He glanced up and licked his lips. Her beautiful curves glowed with perspiration. He wanted to kiss his way up her body and claim every dip on her.

  “Hang on,” he said.

  She opened her eyes and looked around until she saw two leather straps hanging to either side of her head. She looped her arms through the openings and gripped the leather tight.

  “Vikter,” she moaned. “This will take little effort on your part if you keep me waiting much longer. I’m so close.” She gasped when he ran a finger between her lips into her pussy. “So close.”

  TWENTY-SIX

  Becca clung to the leather straps for dear life. She was going to lose her mind if Vikter didn’t do more than tease her.

  “I love your scent,” he inhaled and pressed his nose into her pussy. “I want to spend all night fucking you with my tongue. Making you scream.”

  Hell, yes! She could go for some, or a lot, of that. “Please,” she said breathlessly.

  He grabbed one of her large thighs and draped it over his shoulder, making her pelvis tilt toward his face. Then he did the same with the other, until her back was pressed on the glass, and she was using the leather straps to hold herself upright.

  Suddenly, he started to stand. She squealed. The leather straps shortened the straighter he got, until he was standing at full height, her arms pulled above her head and his face in her pussy.

  She leaned back farther, wiggling her lower body closer to his mouth. He held her up by her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy flush against his lips, as if she weighed next to nothing. He didn’t even lose his breath standing with her on his shoulders.

  “Vikter,” she gasped. “Are you insane?”

  He licked at her inner thigh and glanced up. “Why would I be insane?”

  “I’m a really heavy girl,” she stated, matter-of-factly. “You’re going to hurt yourself holding me up like this.”

  A slow, wicked grin spread over his lips. “Heavy? Maybe on sarcasm,” he chuckled. “You’re so small. I could hold you like this all day.” He rubbed his nose on her clit, and she saw stars. “I just might, too. It’s a beautiful view I’ve got.” He nipped at one of her pussy lips and grunted. “And you taste better than any sweet. Fucking perfect.”

  She groaned. He tongued her pussy like he was reaching for her fucking soul. Her belly quivered, and her pussy throbbed. She wanted him inside her. “Vikter, I need more. I need you.”

  He rumbled, sucking her clit and sending vibrations shooting up her back.

  “God, Vikter!” She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking. “I want you fucking me. Your cock thrusting deep, stretching me until I can take no more.” She glanced down and met his bright, golden gaze as he pressed his mouth over her clit. “I want you to come in me. I want to feel you. All of you. Every drop of your cum making my body your home.”

  He sucked her clit harder, sending her over the edge. She gripped the leather and screamed, angling her head back and pressing her pussy against his mouth. Tides of bliss shook her to the core. She moaned through harsh puffs of breath. He lowered her slowly, the leather once again extending.

  Once she was on the ground, he held her up by the waist until she was loose of the straps. She curled her legs around his waist and pressed her mouth to his. Good god, the taste. It was sexy as hell to taste herself on his lips.

  She licked his mouth, his face, and jaw. Fuck! She wanted to lick him from head to toe.

  “Take me to bed,” she ordered between kisses.

  He turned, ca
rrying her to the edge of his massive bed. It had to be twice the size of a regular king, with enough space to hold more than a few bodies. Either he liked his space in bed, or he held orgies on the regular. She’d rather think the former than the latter.

  He placed her on the bed, and she scooted to the center, bent her finger motioning him forward. “Come here.”

  He smiled and followed her to the center of the bed. “Have something in mind?”

  She licked her lips and stroked her gaze down his body. He had such an amazing physique, athletic with enough muscle to make a woman drool. Her vision shot down to his massive erection. Lord have mercy. He was hard, and beads of pre-cum gathered at the head of his cock.

  “I have a very big something in mind.” She grinned. She pushed him back. His head hit the pillows, and she knelt between his legs. She loved that look of confusion on his face.

  “What are you doing?”

  She lowered her head to his dick, licking around the rim. He groaned, and she smiled. “I’m getting a taste of you.” She curled her tongue around his cock and licked up his shaft. “Mmmm.”

  His hips bucked, pushing his cock into her lips. “Fuck. Your mouth is so hot,” he grunted. “Your tongue is so soft and wet.” He pushed her hair out of his view and held it behind her head. “Do it, Becca. Suck my cock with your beautiful mouth. Stroke your sexy tongue over me.”

  She opened wide and took him down her throat. Well, as much of him as she could. The reality was he was long and thick. Still, she enjoyed the feeling of him filling her mouth.

  “That’s it. Suck me,” he said in a rough voice. “Do it, and I’ll fuck your pretty little pussy.”

  She pulled back, letting him slide out of her lips, full of her saliva. Then she took him in again, farther than before. His cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.

  “Yes,” he encouraged, gripping her hair tighter. The only sound to be heard was wet suction noises from her. “That sound is so fucking sexy when you make it.”