“Something about my comment surprised you, and not in a good way. Yet I can’t image why? You look,” he hesitated, seeming to searching for the right word, “dismayed.”
Yeah, dismayed, that was a good word. Get yourself together, Lexi before you blow it. I had no right to complain when I’d struck pay dirt my first night out, times two! The odds of that happening had to be, off the chart! Dragons were damn rare; in fact for all I knew these may be the only two males west of the Mississippi! Surely fate was smiling my way. Yet I hated lying, and knew from first hand experience that not everyone appreciated the miracle of science that was me. Hadn’t my attempted previous forays into sexland taught me that? Honesty wasn’t always a good thing and it certainly wasn’t always healthy. For sure it could leave a girl panting for something she wasn’t about to get.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to kill the mood,” I replied. “Sometimes I just think funny thoughts.”
Gareth just stared back at me for a moment. I liked that he didn’t seem the prying type as he let it go after a moment and glanced over my shoulder. His comment was aimed behind me at Jace, and I turned slightly to watch him striding toward us. “Crowd control?”
“Handled. Nick’s men will be along in a few to take care of sleeping beauty over there,” Jace responded, his hand waving in the general direction of the Werelion still blissfully sleeping on the floor across the room. “I’d like to see him relocated before he wakes. I’m concerned his embarrassment might overcome his good sense when he comes around. Besides, one of his pride buddies is out in the street glaring at the help.”
“I take it he doesn’t usually suffer from performance anxiety?” I asked with a straight face, caught between mortification and the obvious situational humor.
“Abasing yourself in front of a stronger creature isn’t a bad thing. I think the problem is going to be that you look… ah….”
“Yes?” I asked sweetly and finally managed to get in that eyelash batting move I’d been hoping to try.
Both men laughed and I couldn’t help that my smile turned slightly wicked.
“Female,” Gareth responded. I was going to say, “Female.”
“And is that a problem?” I asked, lifting one eyebrow in question.
“Well let’s just say that that particular Leo…swings the other direction and dressed as you are, you don’t appear his regular date type.”
I must have looked confused, because Jace softly ran his knuckles down my forehead smoothing out my frown before reaching to take the glass Gareth held out to him. A look passed between the two as Jace held up his own glass in toast. “To foolish lions!” he said, then threw back his head and downed his drink.
Smiling ruefully, Gareth raised his glass to his own lips, sipping instead of gulping.
I carefully took a swallow. The bubbles tickled my throat and I nearly sneezed at the sensation. I’d never had Champagne before, but tonight was about new things and I was in the mood to try them all.
The silence was companionable as we each finished off our drinks. Gareth was refilling the glasses and I was mulling over the conversation, something about it had seemed off, when the door at the top of the stairs opened and two men came in. Both looked similar to Mr. ‘On Your Head’, who I assumed was the ‘Nick’ guy who’d been manning or bearing…well you get my meaning, the door earlier. The others must have been somewhere in the crowd before I sent everyone fleeing for the exits. Sloppy of me not to have noticed them, but then everything about tonight was a wee bit sloppy.
They both reeked of large cat, perhaps leopard. And both dipped his head toward Gareth and Jace before turning their “hard” stare on me. It’s a bodyguard thing I’d seen more times than I could count. Not hard to spot in a crowd. Usually I turned my head and slowly moved in the opposite direction, but tonight I held my ground and stared right back at them until they both dropped their gazes, proclaiming me the winner.
Yippee, I’d never done that before.
I couldn’t help the small satisfied smile that ghosted over my face and didn’t realize that both Gareth and Jace were watching me like hawks watch a tasty morsel on the ground. Both looked concerned, like I was about to, what…take over or something? Hardly! Schooling my features into something more soft and cuddly, I took another sip of my drink and sent a flirty wink toward Jace.
He sighed deeply and waved the hired men toward the downed lion. Between them they carried him out through the doors at the other end of the bar. I assumed they led to another set of stairs and possibly a back alley.
Both Gareth and Jace kept an eye on the three until they’d safely bundled Peewee out the door. I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to sipping my Champagne. Now that the fourth wheel was gone, I was all for getting back to checking out the still standing competition. And that’s exactly what I did as I let my eyes run over Jace, who’d apparently edged closer while I’d been busy watching the rescue mission.
Where Gareth seemed rough-hewn, Jace appeared slimmer and more refined around about the edges. Like Gareth, he too had wide set eyes over a well shaped nose, but his cheek bones were less pronounced and his lips were slightly thinner. His short dark brown hair was the color of the coffee left several hours in the bottom of the pot when Mi or I forgot to turn it off. He had a pronounced widow’s peak and adorable cow licks on either side of his forehead that had my fingers itching to play.
Gareth was clean shaven, but Jace had that I just crawled out of bed and didn’t have time to shave look I didn’t usually find appealing, but which seemed to actually work for him. His overall appearance screamed “look at me aren’t I sexy”, in a surprisingly well manicured way.
He was dressed in a dark green shirt which looked like raw silk tucked into well worn jeans that clung to his trim hips and thighs like a second skin. Standing next to Jace, it dawned on me that he was likely the shorter of the two men by maybe an inch. Something I hadn’t noticed earlier, probably because of Gareth’s more muscular build.
I think I purred. Then refused to blush when Jace gave me a look that said he was enjoying my perusing and yes, thank you very much. My eyes flicked between the two of them and I’m certain any idiot could tell I was doing the eenie meenie miny moe song in my head. Of course I substituted Dragon for tiger; after all it just seemed more appropriate.
Gareth abruptly put down his drink and flexed his arms as he lifted them over his head locked his fingers together, and pushed his palms toward the ceiling in a huge stretch that thrust his chest forward and threatened to send distressed shirt buttons flying across the room.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Nope, sad to say, I wasn’t much on the subtle. Maybe that will come later when I’ve got a few sex sessions under my belt. At the moment I was too impressed to care.
And then Jace was there blocking my view as he reached across the bar for the bottle of Champagne, his arm brushed against me as he refilled my glass first, then his own. My subconscious had to appreciate that his move was subtle but effective. And I found myself focused in on the vee of his shirt and the dark curling hair just out of sight.
My finger rose of its own volition tracing down one side of the silky fabric and up the other. Back and forth I went, each time dipping slightly lower as my finger played across the soft curls. I could feel the heat radiating up from his skin as I skimmed just above the surface. His heart beat was strong and steady, not at all like the wild thing mine had become. Warm breath brushed my temple and my blood turned to liquid heat.
I might have leaned forward just then, except a movement from Gareth pulled my eyes in his direction. I blinked several times and would have dropped my hand, but Jace’s was somehow wrapped around it and those delicious shocks were jumping though my skin again.
Gareth must have decided he was too far away, because he lifted himself onto the bar and simply flowed over it with a strength and grace that made Goldy shift restlessly in her cave. He slithered to the floor behind me and it was clear the dance we thr
ee were doing had proceeded to first base as he softly pressed against me from thigh to shoulder. His hand came to rest gently at my waist and I suddenly felt very small and delicate against the length of him.
My head dropped back against his chest, clearing the way for his smooth cheek to nuzzle my ear. Gooseflesh covered my arms and legs as Gareth’s warm breath feathered my neck and I shuddered.
I felt my arm lifted and guided toward Jace’s shoulder as his lips brushed the inside of my elbow. I opened my eyes and was captured by his as he flicked the tip of his oh so hot tongue across my inner elbow in a delicate pattern that somehow made me think of other places.
My knees buckled and I would have fallen in a boneless heap but Jace was suddenly there pressing against me with his lower body, supporting me with the leg he’d slipped in between mine so that we each straddled the other’s leg. Then he began squeezing and releasing. At the apex of each squeeze he lifted his one leg slightly so that I rode his thigh, the soft material of his jeans pressing under my skirt against my bits of lace. Blood pooled and my breath came in small gasping pants.
Gareth’s hand slid across my bare stomach and on up my ribcage, wrapped round my body just below my breasts so that the weight of them rested upon his arm. His fingers danced under the bottom of my make shift top and I realized my blouse had come untied and the only thing keeping my breasts covered was the small remnant of fabric from my skirt.
Meanwhile Gareth’s other hand slid over my waist, his open palm coming to rest on the patch of bare skin between my belly button and skirt. He pulled me in tightly against his chest, basically thrusting my lower body more firmly onto Jace’s thigh so that the pressure instantly became more intense and caused Jace to reach for my hips with both hands so he could better control our movements.
My hair slid to one side as my head rolled on Gareth’s shoulder, while my exposed neck became fair game for the kisses he rained up and down its length. His fingers tugged at my top and a breast sprang free, one dusky nipple exposed for a brief second before Jace’s lips closed over it and he began sucking and gently biting.
I moaned and clutched at Jace’s shoulder with one hand while reaching for Gareth’s leg with the other. Behind me, Gareth made low encouraging noises as he ground the length of himself against my bottom and kneaded the breast not currently in Jace’s mouth.
Pressed between the two of them like I was I could feel both of their erections and I instinctively struggled to move in time with their thrusts, grinding myself against Jace’s leg as my breathing became more and more ragged.
My muscles clenched as molten fire spiraled up from the center of my body, my limbs quivered and my movements became more urgent as my first ever orgasm spilled out my core through my veins and into my limbs.
Both men stilled as I lolled against Gareth’s chest. When I managed to open my eyes, I immediately fell into Gareth’s deep blue gaze and for a moment my shield held firm, then crumbled like twigs in a forest fire. Laid bare, I felt both men slide into my mind, their combined emotions cascading over me in waves setting of a secondary orgasm that had me moaning and clutching at both of them. Their pleasure at my oh-so obvious pleasure, was so intense I nearly passed out from the sensory overload.
Gareth growled and clutched me harder to him. Trapped in his eyes, I felt his finger dip inside my waist band and hesitate there, I was so wet and hot for him to touch me I actually whimpered and tried to raise my hips.
His lips turned upward and he glanced across my body at Jace who was also smiling. With a nod Jace dropped to his knees, reached up under my skirt and as one they pulled down both my skirt and my panties exposing my golden red curls…and froze.
“What the hell!” Jace exclaimed in surprised horror, his fingers digging into my thighs just above my boots where both my panties and skirt had slipped to, like twin flags at half mast.
Gareth leaned over my shoulder, looked down the length of me and his grip became painful in what I was certain was an involuntary reaction. His eyes widened and I could feel the confusion swirling behind them.
Jace released one hip and tentatively covered my curls with his hand, pressed his palm flat against my pubic bone and then released the pressure, several times. Like a kid, bouncing a ball. It wasn’t unpleasant, just odd. His face looked stunned, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was looking at.
Then his finger slipped through my curls and into my warm wet opening. I moaned again and moved my hips against him. He abruptly withdrew from me and stared up at me in shock.
I was pretty sure that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for. Now what had I done wrong? Good God they weren’t both going to wet themselves and pass out were they?
Both men jerked at my stray thought, I got an angry squeeze and a low growl from Gareth and a dirty look from Jace, which told me I was broadcasting on frequency KYMS, or in other words, keep your mind shut! Something I should be doing but simply wasn’t up to at this exact moment, especially given the warmth pooling between my legs.
Ah they didn’t think that one small touch was going to be enough to satisfy me, did they? What a horrible thought! Whatever their latest problem was, I just hoped they’d figure it out soon and get on with it already.
“What are you?” Jace demanded as he leaned back on his heels and looked up at me. The dirty look sliding toward anger, as if I’d deliberately misled him and this was some horrible joke.
I couldn’t quite figure out what the problem was and my own confusion swam into the pool and started doing laps around the general swirling mix already percolating my head. Both of their minds pressed in on me demanding answers.
Behind me Gareth broke the silence, his voice low and hoarse sounding. “This can’t be.”
Jace suddenly threw up his hands and gestured toward my uncovered parts as if to say… No? Then how do you explain this!
I still wasn’t sure what ‘this’ was, but I was damn sure I didn’t like the way he had pointed at my parts as if I seemed to be lacking some vital piece of equipment. As far as I knew I had all the right female stuff, so what the hell was their problem?
Their minds whirled faster and I suddenly caught a glimpse of something not quite….female…male…both? The word hermaphrodite whispered through my mind. And down deep I felt Goldy bare her teeth in disgust.
What the hell? And what in all that was uncommonly unholy was that? “Let me go!” I shouted. I’d had enough and I was starting to get pissed. I’d rather die a virgin! If that’s what turned them on, then…I couldn’t even think of a fitting adjective. Damn damn damn! Did they think I was some sort of mutant hyena! If that was the case I was so out of there! I started struggling in Gareth’s arms just wanting free. Talk about a mood killer.
And then it was like a night at the movies and I think I actually gagged as a parade of women flashed through my mind…all having breasts and odd penis like appendages in varying shades of color. And Jace and Gareth were there, and I caught glimpses of them doing… things I didn’t want to think about. Oh God, oh god, oh god, that was just… sick!
My mind shuddered at the filmstrip flashing across the back of my retinas. Make it stop, my mind begged, then and Goldy came screaming out of her cave in a wave of angry golden spitting mad Dragon beast. This time I didn’t even try to stop her!
One second Gareth was holding a sender golden hued woman, and in a blink of an eye I had shifted and his arms now stretched around the belly of a seventeen foot long, fourteen hundred pound, very pissed off Dragon.
Jace dived out of the way as the tip of my tail lashed toward him. He made a loud cuff cuff noise in the back of his throat and we in turn hissed back at him.
I was up on my hind legs and tail and I rotated my head on my muscular neck until I was gazing into Gareth’s eyes. I pushed my face toward him, spread open my wings and jaws and roared.
I think he actually leaned in. I had to admire his courage because he didn’t flinch and he didn’t let go, though I gave it my best call
of the wild. He wasn’t exactly excited but he was struggling to maintain his composure. I could hear his thoughts skittering around inside me and cocked my head to the side in abrupt surprise. Where I’d expected to find anger or fear, I was suddenly flooded with a piercing happiness, fierce excitement poured out of him and into me rocking me backwards.
Then a blue tear slipped from his eye, slowly crystallizing as it rolled down his cheek. It made a soft plinking noise as it struck the floor at our feet.
Behind me I heard Jace sobbing softly. His thoughts were a chaotic mix of overwhelming relief sliding toward chest thumping exaltation.
My God you’d think I’d just offered food to a starving man.
Goldy sat back on her metaphysical haunches and looked around in confusion as if to say… now what?
Chapter 5
The door at the top of the stairs burst open and several men ran inside, weapons drawn. Confused and unsure how to handle the situation, Goldy took one look at the intruders and flung us into the air. The room had vaulted ceilings and I was agile enough to navigate the dropped lighting fixtures.
“Out!” yelled Gareth, turning to track my flight.
I ignored him, my attention on the guards watching in horror as I made a dive at them. Bullets exploded around me and I screamed as one ricocheted off the muscle at the top of my wing. My hardened scales prevented the bullets from doing any damage, but it still ticked me off that they’d shoot at me.
“Mistake!” I hissed, as I dove at the men who were suddenly scrambling to get the door open. One golden claw reached out and delicately grasped the leather gun holder of the nearest guard. Braking sharply I tossed him into the rest of the men, and down they all went in a tangle of legs and arms. I flapped my wings and hovered over them. It probably wasn’t polite for me to be scaring them, but they shouldn’t have taken pot shots at me.
A draft of air shoved me forward and I grasped the railing with one claw to prevent myself from plowing into the men who had now gone sheet white and were staring not at me, but directly behind me. Turning my head showed me that I was not the only Dragon in the room! A bearded muscular blue was hovering to my left, his midnight blue scales reflecting the light and creating tiny rainbows of color around him. To his right a trim green with a long delicately barbed tail hung in mid-air.
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