Dragon Lust

by Kelly Armenta

  “Mind if I join you?” Gareth asked. He sat on the sand next to me and clasped his hand around his knees. “I came to say that we are sorry we laughed at you. It was a reasonable question, given your lack of knowledge, and we all behaved poorly.”

  I gave him a lopsided smile and leaned over to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head at the last moment and our lips brushed, then melded, and he was on the sand beneath me in a heartbeat. Apparently sex was becoming my solution for many problems and I hadn’t yet had my afternoon fix. Gareth’s fingers slid the zipper down my back and we slipped the dress over my head. My bra and panties followed quickly after. He was shimming out of his pants and shirt, and I was seated on his lap with his long hard length buried inside of me, my head thrown back and my fingers clasped in his as I rode him. Spot fled back into the water, leaving us laughing and gasping for breath on the shore. Quick and fast was wonderful, especially since we were both covered in sand. Gareth picked me up and carried me into the water where we floated side by side.

  “You know the meeting is tomorrow night?” Gareth asked.

  “I knew it was this week. You didn’t say when exactly.”

  “I want you there, Lexi, beside Jace and I.”

  “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

  “No, but it’s what I want,” he told me softly.

  I reached for him and we stood. He held me so close I could feel his heart beat beneath my cheek. “Is there anything I should know? Should I not speak, is eye contact going to be a problem? Any particular buttons I shouldn’t push? I’d hate for the night to end badly because I mistakenly offended someone.”

  Gareth chuckled and remarked, “Yes, it’s much better if you offend them on purpose.”

  We moved back to the edge of the water and found towels near our clothes. We wrapped ourselves up and Gareth sat, then invited me to put my head in his lap. For the next few hours he went over some of the major dos and don’ts. Along with a crash course in underworld etiquette, he introduced me to the attendees by having me relax. He entered my mind and provided me with visuals of the main people that would be attending, so that I would recognize them when we met. He even drilled me on their names while flashing their faces like rolodex cards. It was quite possibly the most unique learning experience of my life.

  When he was done, he pulled his clothes back on and mentioned that with Spot here on guard, he’d asked the others not to bother me and that I was free to stay as long as I liked. But that he needed to get upstairs before the club opened. He kissed me and I held him tightly, then let him go, sinking back onto the sand with a sigh.

  Jace found me there mulling over what I’d learned and running through the rules. “So you agreed?” he asked, stripping off his shirt and shoes before undoing his jeans and letting them drop to the sand. I nodded and watched him walk to the water and dive in. On his fifth lap I dropped my towel and joined him, the sight of his trim naked body cutting the water too much for me to resist any longer.

  I pulled him under and wrapped myself around him, rubbing my body across his chest and sliding around his back. He turned to me and his hands cupped my breasts as we broke the surface. Jace made a low sound in the back of his throat. I lifted one of my legs so he could wrap it around his hip, pulling my pelvis in against him. “What took you so long?” he whispered against my lips before his mouth found mine in a kiss that nearly sent us under again.

  We backstroked to more shallow water so Jace could bend me over his arm as he kissed and nipped his way across my ribs and breasts. My hair wrapped around us as he lifted me onto him and I moaned as he worked himself inside of me. I braced my feet against the back of his thighs as he spread his legs and used my hip to guide me. He walked us backwards toward the shore slipping onto his knees when the water became shallow, and then down onto all fours until I was laying on the sand at the water’s edge.

  Bracing himself on his elbows he laid between my legs, his body filling mine. “I missed you,” he told me as he nibbled my neck and earlobe.

  I smiled up at him and traced his widow’s peak with my fingers. “It’s only been a few hours,” I teased. “How much could you have missed me in that amount of time?”

  He moved his hips against mine, sending little lightening bolts of pleasure through me and reminding me just how big he was. “It’s hard… to measure,” he replied with a twinkle in his green eyes.

  “Mmm mmm, it certainly is.”

  His fingers slipped into my hair, holding me still while he kissed his way across my jaw to my chin. “Are you comfortable?”

  I wrapped my ankles around his knees and tilted my hips slightly, taking him in deeper. “Very.”

  “Hmmm,” he murmured. “Hold that thought,” and he slipped from me and walked his body down mine until he was kneeling between my legs. His tongue dipped into me and I jerked on the sand, my hips lifting to his mouth. He made a low noise in his throat and moved to my nub, and placing his hands on my thighs he worked me until I was gasping for air and all but twitching beneath him. Only then did he slide back up my body and this time when he asked if I was comfortable I could not speak, only moan, as he buried himself inside of me saying, “That is the answer I was looking for.”

  He left me curled up on the blanket that had arrived while we were once again removing the sand from my hair and body. I fell asleep with Spot’s head on the blanket next to me and when I awoke, I spent several minutes scratching and rubbing him with sand before I wrapped myself in my towel and headed for my room.

  The door slipped shut behind me and I realized that Kit was lying on my bed, propped up on several pillows, one knee bent with his hands in his lap. His feet were bare and he was wearing black pants and a maroon silk shirt, which was completely unbuttoned and nicely framed the crisp black and silver hair covering his well defined chest.

  “What are you doing in here?” I asked, pulling my towel around me tightly as I wandered across the room toward him.

  His dark eyes filled with humor as he replied, “I am entertaining myself while I wait for you.” He moved his fingers slightly and my eyes were drawn down to his lap and his obvious erection. My eyes widened and my breath caught as he slowly ran the tip of his finger up the length of himself. His pants were stretched so tight I could see every long inch of him pressing against the thin material. He looked huge. “The others ran away,” he murmured in a soft seductive voice, “after you brought us all to our knees with the unexpectedness of your pleasure with the older Dragon.”

  My eyes flicked to his but quickly strayed back to his lap as he dropped his knee and pressed the heels of his hands slowly down either side of his cock. By the time he reached the base, I was standing next to the bed and there was an excitement churning deep inside me. I noticed his top button was undone and licked my lips as he covered himself with one hand and stroked his way back up to his head. On his second pass the next two buttons came free and I placed a hand on the bed and leaned toward him, nearly panting in anticipation. “See what you do to me?” he whispered. “Are you curious, my little Demoness?”

  I licked my lips again, my eyes riveted as he stroked himself slowly to his tip, and slipped a finger beneath the material about where his head should be. Another button sprang free, but his hand was in the way and I… couldn’t see. Suddenly I very much wanted to see.

  “Then see me,” he stated as his clothing melted away, and he lay back against the bedding, all muscles and gorgeous dusky skin. His hand wrapped firmly around his penis and he squeezed his fist down his length, holding himself out for me. My towel slipped from nerveless fingers as I climbed slowly onto the bed. The sight of him holding himself excited me and caused a hunger I’d never felt before. He made a low noise of pleasure and tightened his fingers as he stroked himself slowly for me while I watched.

  My hand slipped to his thigh as I knelt on the bed next to him, my mind urging him to pleasure himself, to show me how he liked it. His breathing grew harsher as his hand moved faster. My sh
ields were down and I could feel the sense of urgency coming off him. I watched in dark pleasure as he threw back his head, his neck and chest muscles straining. He was so beautiful and I would have assisted him if I could. Then it was too late, as he called my name and came, milky fluid spreading across his chest and stomach as he strained one last time, then slumped against the pillows, his hand slipping to the bed.

  “I think I’ll change my name,” he muttered from amidst the pillows. “I think you should call me ‘Next’.”

  I swallowed, realizing my breathing was nearly as ragged as his. My fingers tingled on his thigh and when I would have lifted my hand he reached for me, his fingers wrapping delicately around my wrist. He leaned up as he held me and I saw his body literally absorb the fluid until there was nothing left but clean skin.

  “Touch me,” he whispered, as he gently guided my hand to the nest of curls at the base of his still hard cock. I hesitated but my curiosity was too great and I ran my fingers over the silky smoothness of him, lifting and gently massaging his sac as I rolled him across my fingers. He thrummed with pleasure and lay back against the pillows, his dark eyes watching me explore as I learned the texture and feel of him.

  My fingers slipped round him and I stroked up his length while he shifted slightly on the bed. I worked my way back to his base and leaned forward to pull his head to my mouth. He choked and his fingers flexed in the bed as I ran my tongue over the tip of him. He tasted of salt and cloves and I purred and slipped him between my lips, working him with my tongue while my fingers rolled his sac. He raised his hips to me and I slipped between his thighs, then slid my knees under his hips so that he was lifted off the bed and into my lap where I could reach him more easily.

  I used lips and teeth and tongue until he threw back his head and moaned, and came shuddering calling my name. And then I slid from the bed while he watched me through red silted eyes. He was still hard and looked like he was ready to go again. But what I’d just done was as far as I was willing to go at the moment and was more than I’d intended to begin with. “I take it we’ve defined sex,” he told me from the bed, his voice sounding angry.

  I reached for my towel and wrapped it around myself, then looked at him and tilted my head to the side remembering his earlier comment. “For now,” I replied, then calmly walked away from him into the restroom to shower.

  The bed was empty when I’d finished dressing in the long lavender skirt and blouse that had been left for me. The top had a large collar and buttoned up the front with long sleeves. It ended just below my ribs leaving my waist bare. The skirt was fitted and when I zipped it closed, it sat just below my belly button with a slit that reached mid thigh, leaving quite a lot of skin showing. No bra or panties had been provided and I had to wonder if there was a hidden message there somewhere. My shoes were flat sandals. I slipped them on and went looking for something to do.

  Jace and Gareth were nowhere to be seen but the rest of the men were in the living room and no one was talking. Kit sat off by himself looking angry and dissatisfied. The other three looked at me as if I was to blame. I took one glance at them all and kept right on walking out of the living room and into the lobby. Behind me I heard scuffling sounds and didn’t make it to the elevator in time to avoid them, then realized I was going to need Owen, at least, if I wanted to go anywhere anyway. Maybe I should go find Jace and have him get me chipped. This dragging around a crowd with me everywhere was starting to irritate.

  I stood in the elevator and waited as Amras, Cursed, and Owen got in. Kit must have opted to stay behind. Owen used his card key to close the door and pressed the button for the club level. Somewhere between the second and first floor he stopped the elevator and turned to look at me, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so. “What did you do to the Demon?” he demanded, and beside him Amras and Cursed shifted so they too were facing me.

  I simply raised my lower shield. I didn’t even need to think about it, it just happened. “What business is it of yours?”

  Owen narrowed his eyes and dropped his hands from across his chest, then reached for me. There wasn’t anywhere to go and he was too big to take down in the elevator, at least not without hurting one or both of us. I stiffened as he grasped my shoulders and gave me a sharp shake. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve this and didn’t like it at all.

  “Get your hands off of me before you lose them,” I hissed up at him. He frowned but removed his fingers.

  “I don’t understand,” Amras remarked. “Why is Kit so angry?”

  “Maybe you should ask him,” I suggested, leaning a shoulder against the back wall and starting to feel a little angry myself.

  “We tried.”

  “I don’t know, maybe he’s pouting because he didn’t get his way.”

  Amras glanced at Cursed and then at Owen. All three of them looked shocked. “But… he did… I mean we felt…” Amras stammered to a stop and glanced at me, his eyes filled with confusion.

  Well they apparently couldn’t sense everything, or they wouldn’t be grilling me now. “What exactly are you implying?”

  No one really wanted to answer my question but Owen finally said, “When we returned from the training grounds we felt his pleasure. We assumed you were… together.”

  “What exactly does that mean, you assumed we were together?” I asked sweetly.

  “My Lady,” Cursed tried. “We assumed you had accepted the Demon as your lover. It… gave us hope.”

  Oh so they were rooting for Kit and wanted to know what mean Lexi had done to piss him off? This was too funny, they actually seemed to be angry at me on his behalf and heaven alone knew what they were thinking. “I did not have sex with Kit.”

  “But you…are you sure?” Amras demanded.

  I glared back at him. “I may be new at this, but I think I can tell when I have sex,” I informed him sharply.

  Cursed looked unsettled and wouldn’t meet my eyes. Owen was frowning and looked dismayed, while Amras looked simply baffled. I gritted my teeth and mentally yelled for Kit. We waited several minutes until he finally swirled into the elevator in an angry red and black haze.

  “Am I next?” he asked sarcastically as he formed leaning against the elevator door with a pout on his face and his arms crossed.

  “Tell the nice men that we did not have sex. They seem to think I’ve done something horrible to you.”

  He stood up straight and dropped his arms then bowed angrily. “We did not have sex and she did nothing horrible to me. She was wonderful and sweet and really knows how to make a Demon feel special,” he replied in a sarcastic tone.

  I frowned up at him, nearly as confused as Amras. “Why are you acting like this? I fail to see what reason you have for being so angry with me. It wasn’t like I took advantage of you or that you were complaining earlier.”

  He sucked in air through his teeth and his hands clenched at his sides. “I beg your pardon,” he remarked, bowing again. “I did not realize my distress would annoy you.”

  “Your distress over what? Are you seriously telling me you didn’t enjoy yourself?” I demanded, feeling frustrated and just as confused as the others.

  “Yes, I enjoyed myself!” he snapped back at me.

  “Fine, then what is with the temper tantrum?” I asked, glancing around in confusion while the others tried to make themselves smaller so they wouldn’t be noticed. Not easy to do considering the shortest one there was still six feet tall.

  Kit was gritting his teeth and there was a red haze around his head. “I am not having a temper tantrum!” he growled back at me.

  I waved my hand at his as if to say, explain this then. “Well one of us is and it isn’t me! You’re acting like I raped you or something. My God, we spent a few pleasurable moments together, and just because we didn’t have sex, I don’t see why it’s that big of a deal!”

  My comment must have surprised him because he froze for a second and then a sly look covered his face and he put his hands be
hind his back and leaned slightly forward as he asked, “So you admit you found our time together pleasurable?”

  The man was exasperating! “Of course I did! I never said differently.”

  “So even though we didn’t actually have intercourse, you willingly concede that you found pleasure during the time we did spend together?”

  I threw up my hands and just stared back at him, wondering if oral sex had simply drained his ability to think rationally.

  “Yes or no, be specific,” he told me.

  “Yes, I found pleasure!” Good lord maybe it was a good thing I hadn’t had sex with him if this was the way he was going to act.

  “So you found me pleasing?” he wheedled.

  “Yes, I found you pleasing!” I growled, nearly ready to strangle him myself as I felt the subject matter might best be discussed in private. I might have too, except a loud bell like noise reverberated inside the caverns, rocking the elevator so that Owen grabbed my arm to keep me from hitting my head against the wall. I covered my ears and looked up at the others in alarm. “What was that?”

  Kit looked positively ecstatic as if he might break out in a happy dance right there. “Too late, too late, too late,” he sang.

  An orange haze appeared about shoulder height and Owen shoved me behind his back and into the corner as everyone moved out of the middle. Amras and Cursed slid in next to him on either side so that I was completely surrounded by walls of flesh and metal.

  “Oh it’s you,” I heard a high-pitched voice say. Unfortunately I couldn’t see the speaker.

  I recognized Kit’s voice as he replied, “Just get on with it.”

  “Well where is she?” the impatient voice demanded and I guessed they were discussing me.