by Milana Jacks
“Hm. I haven’t released a scent. I’m not even sure I’m supposed to.”
Jake shrugged. “I don’t know how it works for dragons. But I’ll tell you that if we can impregnate a female, she is definitely a mate. We can’t impregnate anyone but our mates.”
I drummed my claws on my knee, my dicks rising at the thought of Selena’s swollen belly. I glanced at the clock. “Do you think I can show face upstairs yet?”
Jake chuckled. “I would give it another hour. Until Belle comes back.” He cleared his throat. “About Belle. I’m sending her to my brother’s pack.”
I shook my head. “Selena seems to like her. I want Belle here at the castle.”
“Is Selena staying for good, then?”
I scrubbed my head and stood, pacing the room, chugging whiskey from the bottle. “I don’t know.”
A soft knock came at the door.
Yes, I could propose marriage, the way a man proposed to a woman. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me as if to remind me I was no longer a man. I looked away and grabbed my cloak.
“Come in,” Jake said, because, apparently, I was having a bit of a day.
Belle stepped inside and folded her hands in front of her. She didn’t acknowledge her alpha. Hm. I wondered if she was upset with his decision to send her away. I believed she liked it here. But Jake was her alpha, and I didn’t get involved in wolf pack business.
“The party is on,” Belle said.
“What party?” Jake asked.
She didn’t look at him. “Everyone thinks today is a cause for celebration. They believe you’ve found your mate.” She smiled. “She is lovely, my lord.”
“Thank you.”
“Selena is downstairs.” She hooked a thumb behind her. “In the main room. She asked me to get you, my lord. She said”—Belle made air quotes with her fingers—“if his lordship has a minute to spare to grace me with his presence.”
“This doesn’t sound good for me,” I said. “Any words of wisdom, Jake?”
Jake nodded, opened his mouth.
“Like he’d know,” Belle said.
Jake shut his mouth and made a sour face.
Well, well, well. The mighty wolf falls flat on his face. It gave me courage and comfort knowing I was not alone in having trouble with the opposite sex.
“Do you have any wisdom to impart, Belle?” I walked outside and closed the door.
“It depends.” She strolled beside me.
“On what?”
“Do you love her? Does she mean the world to you?”
My beast stirred, and my scales rose. “Yes,” I said without a second thought.
“Maybe get a really rare pearl from your collection and give it to her. Selena likes jewelry. She makes it. Did you know that?”
“She mentioned it.”
Belle opened the door and waved her hand. “Good luck.”
A party was the last thing on my mind, and when I walked into the sitting area filled with wolves and a few humans, I wanted to run. But I couldn’t run. We’d waited so long for this day. Mother Nature had visited each of us a decade ago, and we hadn’t heard from her since. If I didn’t have my beast, I’d have thought I’d imagined that day in the barracks.
Someone passed me a bottle of wine, one of a few rare bottles we’d managed to make from the sad grapes we’d grown two seasons ago. I gulped from the bottle and nearly died at the taste, but swallowed. “Cheers!”
“Cheers!” the crowd said.
A live band started playing in the corner. People mingled and drank. I knew exactly how this party would end: in an orgy they called mating. Wolves loved them, and since there was a shortage of females, most females loved them even more. They got a whole lotta attention. Sometimes, the males fought over females, which seemed to get everyone even more excited.
I found Selena on a couch someone had pushed against the wall, probably to make space for the bodies that would soon surely litter the floor. If she was shocked that she’d seen men turn into wolves, she didn’t seem so anymore. Belle must’ve explained why men turned into wolves, so I wouldn’t have to. I’d miss her when Jake shipped her away. I’d known the kid since she was eleven.
As I made my way through the crowds that slapped my back, hugged me and kissed me on the cheeks, I noticed a pair of wolves on either side of Selena. They lounged, heads in her lap while she scratched behind their ears.
Both of those wolves were male.
I stepped in front of the three of them and stared.
The wolves shuffled away.
“Damn straight,” I said and sat down, then threw my arm around her shoulder.
She let me, so I brought her closer. When she laid her head on my chest, I felt like the king of the world. I wanted to purr. Instead, I played with her hair. “You’re upset with me.”
“I asked for protection and asked you to help me out. I just wish you’d told me about the wolves. What other creatures are there?”
“Doves,” I said. “All female and rare. Each dragon keeps one, and we use them to communicate.” Or spy on the cyborgs for us. I didn’t want to burden her with that.
“You breached the habitat,” she said.
“I did.”
“For me.”
“That’s right.” I lifted her chin so I could look into her brown eyes. “And I would do it again. I presume Diego flew one of those pods?”
“Yes. He wanted me to return with him.”
“I’m sad to have missed the conversation.”
A smile tipped her lips. “I think you’re jealous.”
“I am.”
“And a little possessive.”
“Definitely.”
“It turns me on,” she said.
I hooked a hand over her hip and brought her closer. She straddled me, her little pussy nestling over my dick.
“Yeah?” I reached behind her and gripped her ass, moving her over my dick.
“Mm-hm.”
“Baby,” I said. “Do you like to do it in public? Do you like to be watched?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“We can try it sometime in the future.” And there it was. I mentioned the future with hopes she wouldn’t freak out on me, thinking I moved too fast. She felt so right for me, and I didn’t ever want to let her go.
“And tonight?” she asked.
I carried her into the kitchen. Whistles followed us. I got what I needed from the kitchen, then climbed up to our tower. The castle went quiet when I shut the door to my quarters. I sat on my bed with her on top of me and kissed her slowly while sneaking my hands under her sweater and palming her big tits. God, I loved her tits. So damn big, they barely fit into my hands. I wanted to fuck them. I wanted to fuck all of Selena’s holes. I wanted to fuck my way into her heart, because that was the only thing that would keep her here, the only thing that would tie her to me.
I had to win her heart.
I knew I had the body, because she squirmed on my cock, her pussy’s arousal mixed with mine filling the room. She tasted of orange, probably from the juice she’d drunk downstairs, and I sucked her small tongue, stroked it with mine.
Selena pulled away first and removed her sweater.
I didn’t hesitate. I picked up one big tit and put the nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard. Selena rubbed her pussy on my dick, then scooted away and reached for my middle. I helped her take out one of my cocks. “Stroke it,” I said.
Her small hand felt so good on me, and I sucked her other nipple, watching her watch her hand that stroked me. Fuck, she was sexy. My balls tightened at the thought of filling her holes. “Baby,” I said at her ear. “I enjoy obedience in bed.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“You don’t mind following my orders, do you?”
“It also turns me on.”
“That’s great, baby. I want to boss you around. Tonight, I also want to fuck you with both dicks. What do you think about that?”
She looked aw
ay, unsure.
“I promise you’ll be ready,” I said.
“Okay.”
“Very good.” I removed her from my lap, and when she stood between my legs, I sucked her tits while I removed her pants and boots. When I got her naked, I tapped her thigh. “Spread your legs.”
She did so I could reach between them and make sure she was wet. Oh yes. Juices all over my fingers. I showed her my glistening fingers. She blushed. I liked that, so I licked my fingers clean. Selena watched me, her expression a mix of shock and arousal.
I pushed her shoulders down, then undressed. I gritted my teeth as her gaze roamed over my body, but fuck, I couldn’t hide from her, not if I intended to keep her. I yanked her hair and told her to open her little mouth so I could shove one cock inside, the bigger of the two. Her warm mouth welcomed it, closed around it like a fist. I shuddered, moved my hips, felt my tip hit her throat. Her gagging would undo me.
She picked up my other dick and stroked it, even got my balls with her other hand. I tightened my fist in her hair and picked up the rhythm with my hips. Watching her struggle for breath, tears forming in her eyes from gagging and her big brown eyes hooded and intent, and smelling her arousal blooming in the room nearly made me spill into her mouth.
But I wouldn’t.
I yanked back her hair. “That’s enough.” I picked her up and put her on the bed on all fours, then I spread her ass and dived right into her heat. Her pussy tasted like orange fucking blossom to me. I lapped up all her juices and worked her clit so the pussy would give me some more. Selena moaned and moaned. Music to my ears. I clamped her clit between the two tips of my forked tongue and squeezed.
“Oh yes,” she said. “Do that.”
I squeezed again, then put my thumb against her small hole.
Selena tensed.
I rubbed her back.
My thumb wouldn’t do, but she liked my tongue, so I licked her asshole, flicked my tongue over it while working her clit with my claw, one hand reaching around to grab her tit and twist her nipple. Selena moaned loudly. I’d bet my finest diamond it echoed down the hall. I wanted her to scream my name tonight. Let the wind carry it over to the habitat so they knew this little human was taken.
When I had her ass all lubed up with my saliva and her pussy nice and moist, I pressed the ice dildo I’d gotten from the kitchen against her asshole.
“Oh,” she said.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m gonna push it inside. It will numb you a little so you can take me.”
“Okay.”
“Help me out,” I said. “Put your hands on your ass and spread it.”
She spread her ass.
I chuckled. “What a sight. A little pucker hole I’m going to fuck tonight. Do you want me to fuck it?”
“Yes, I want to.”
“Want what?”
“I want you to fuck it.”
“Oh, look at you talking dirty. Keep going.”
Selena said nothing.
I slapped her ass. A nice red handprint.
I slapped it again.
And again for good measure.
Then I stuck my fingers inside her pussy and pumped.
“Take a deep breath,” I said. “As it goes inside, breathe out.” I pushed the six-inch-long and three-inch-wide ice dildo inside her tight opening while Selena groaned. My dicks twitched, anticipating the penetration.
Selena’s nails dug into her asscheeks. I kissed one, then the other, but didn’t stop pumping her pussy with my hand while the ice dildo made its way inside her ass. I left it there, then spread her pussy and licked her, making sure I avoided her clit. Selena would come like a tornado tonight, and I wanted her to come on my cock. I wanted to feel her ass squeezing one dick when her pussy contracted on my other dick.
“I’m coming,” she announced.
What? I pulled back and slapped her between her legs. The ice dildo slid inside her ass, which closed over it. Selena stilled and exhaled. “Oh my God, what is it? It feels amazing.”
I let her guess and spanked her for a bit, then pulled the dildo’s string. It came back sans ice, an oval piece of smooth wood I had carved myself, hoping to use it on a woman one day. A woman who would have me as I was, indigo scales and all.
I put the wood on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. “Turn around.”
13
Selena
I grunted at his command to turn around. I wanted to stay like this and let him violate my body anyway he pleased.
Lance tucked a hand under me and flipped me over. He caged me with his hands and bent to kiss my mouth. “You still with me?” he asked.
I touched his torso. His scales softened under my palms as I moved my hands over his shoulders and gripped the small horns sticking out of them. I took in the sheer size of his shoulders, his indigo scales, the strange, flattened ears, and the dragon eyes pinning me under him. “I’m with you.”
Lance got a pillow and put it under my bottom, then knelt back on his heels. His muscles flexed as he stroked his bigger dick. I wanted both of those inside me, and I told him so.
Lance pushed my knees up and ordered me to hold them. I did.
The tip of his bottom dick felt warm at the entrance of my ass, and I watched it stretch my hole and push inside. The ice had numbed some pain, but not enough that I didn’t feel it. Lance stroked my clit as he worked the tip of his dick inside my ass. I felt the moment it fit inside, and I sighed, relieved. It made me feel full, and his finger on my clit made me want to come.
Perhaps he knew I was close, because he stopped flicking it and lay down on top of me. His dragon eyes bore into me as his dick pushed inside my pussy. I gasped, then bit my lip when I felt like screaming in pain. I didn’t want to disturb this moment. Lance watched me and moved inside me. It was tender and slow, but yes it pained me, it stretched me, it nearly made me want to cry. He bent his head and kissed my nose. “You are everything to me.”
Surprised, I said nothing, unsure of our future but wishing like hell we had one. Instead of talking, I gripped his horns and closed my eyes. Lance took it as his cue and picked up his rhythm. His balls slapped against my ass; his cock hit that place inside my pussy every time. I moaned loudly, telling him how much I loved what he was doing, how I knew he’d ruined me for any other man. I would never recover from being under Lance.
Not just under him like this now.
But under his care.
He was a monster through and through, looked nothing like the man I’d glimpsed just as he turned from dragon to man, then back into a dragon male. Belle said it was how his shift worked. He would never retain his human form. She had showed me old albums of a blond man with baby-blue eyes. Had I not seen him briefly, I couldn’t imagine Lance was once that man.
There were so many things I wanted to know about him, so many things I wanted to ask. For now, I wiggled under him, scratched his back, chanted his name as he fucked me. Lance buried his face in my hair. His breaths came shallow and urgent; his cocks pumped my body.
I held on to his horns, half-mad with wanting to come, but not willing to. “You feel so good,” I said.
“Baby, I want to live inside you. If you’ll have me, I would do it. I want you with me. I want you under me, over me, inside me till the end of my time.”
“Oh my God. I’m coming.”
He palmed my ass and lifted so the angle changed. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Come,” he said and growled.
His cocks expanded, then released the jet inside me. Orgasms shook my body. I screamed his name and let go of the horns, my muscles not working anymore.
Stars played over my eyes. Yup. Ruined for any other man.
Lance pulled out and watched me. I tried not to wince, but I couldn’t help it. The stretching hurt now, but it was worth it, so I smiled at him. I didn’t want him to worry about me or, worse yet, not fuck me again because he believed it would hur
t me. I quite enjoyed this pain.
Lance went to the bathroom, and when he came out, he wiped me with a cloth. He’d been more talkative after sex before, so I used this time to my advantage. Or tried to, because he got on his side and tucked me under the sheets. “Sleep.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sleep.”
“I’m not sleepy.”
“I am.”
I chuckled. “Do dragons sleep a lot?”
“As much as possible. We’re lazy creatures, kind of like cats.”
“And wolves. Belle told me how they came to exist. She said a woman gifted them with a wolf beast. They are only one kind of Creature of Earth, she said. Dragons and birds also exist. Is that how you came to be? You said you were once a man.”
Lance nodded, his gaze somewhere behind me, his vertical pupils expanding as if he was trying to see into a great distance.
“I was born Connor Montgomery,” he said. “Ordinary kid from a dysfunctional family somewhere in downtown LA.”
“Lancelot is a British name, though.”
“Lancelot came later. A woman came to the four of us and gave us dragon beasts that control the four elements: water, fire, air, and earth. When we got drunk one night, we made up names for our beasts.” He sighed. “Don’t ask. We were young.”
“I’m trying to wrap my mind around all this. Are your parents still around?”
“My mom was a drug addict. Dad? I couldn’t tell ya. Social services picked me up at the age of five after they found me on the street next to my dead mother.”
I squeezed his hand.
He squeezed back, then found my hip and stroked it with his thumb.
I could see he hated taking about his childhood, so I dropped the subject. “You breached the habitat security.”
Lance gripped my hip. “I protected you.”
“Thank you. But at what cost?”
“Please let me deal with that.”
I wanted to argue my right to know if he had any concerns over retaliation. I hadn’t a clue what kind of arrangement, if any, he had with the habitat. He’d attacked it. It couldn’t be a good thing, though I didn’t know how anything worked, partly due to my own ignorance over matters, partly due to the utopian life I had enjoyed that made me blind and completely ignorant of things that went on outside my habitat.