by Sky Winters
“Oh, my God. That feels amazing,” she moaned as he began broadening his strokes, licking her dripping folds as if they were a fountain. His face was wet with her juices as he enjoyed every bit of her, pushing her legs further apart and nibbling at her thighs before returning to the meal he was making of her sweet hole.
Her body rocked upward and back to meet his movements as he began sucking her clit again, simultaneously slipping his fingers inside of her and massaging her wet folds until she was begging and bucking against him.
“Puuuuleasssse,” she squealed.
“Please what? Tell me what you want,” he said, more a command than a request. He wanted to hear her ask for it.
“Fuck me. Stop teasing me and fuck me.”
“Not yet. We’ll get there in time,” he told her, continuing to tease her with his fingers, teeth, and tongue.
It paid off in orgasms as she began to quake beneath him, wave after wave of ecstasy taking over her body as she shattered beneath him and flooded his mouth with her sweetness. She was soaked and open to him. It was beautiful to see.
As she lay across the bed, a soaked, panting, beautiful mess, he stood and began getting undressed, noting the way she watched. She was an animal in heat. Both of them were, and while he’d been gentle and attentive until now, he was about to remind her just what they were at heart.
Her eyes widened as he dropped his pants and slid free of his boxer briefs to expose his sizeable erection. He stepped out of his pants as he stroked it with one hand, letting her admire it all she wanted before he stepped closer to her and pulled her back to the edge of the bed from where she had squirmed backward during her climaxes.
He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs open wide, positioning himself between them and pushing the thick head of his cock inside of her. She gasped and clawed at the sheets to try to hold her place on the bed. He moved slowly, inching his girth into her a little at a time until she could get used to it, then pushing in to the hilt, filling her completely from side to side and entrance to top.
She moaned loudly as he pulled free and then slid back again, taking his time until he was sure she could handle him without it hurting her. As her pussy melted around him, he pulled her legs inward, tightening her even further around him as he draped her feet over his shoulders and let her lock them in behind his head.
He pushed into her again, giving her every bit of his nearly ten inches and letting it settle for a moment before pulling free again. Her pussy walls pulsed against him, trying to hold onto him but unable to keep a grip on the mass of his cock. She was ready.
Reaching down, he put his hands on her small waist, admiring the way his large hands enveloped her sides. She was dainty compared to him. Holding on to her, he began fucking her, really fucking her. She was a melody of grunts, moans, gasps, and inarticulate pleas as he began pumping in and out of her, spreading her open, splitting her into pieces as he ravaged her hot pussy with his rock-hard cock.
He had the stamina of his dragon, and he didn’t have to try to hold back. He plunged into her repeatedly, alternating between slow, deep, grinding strokes and hard, fast fucking that made her scream.
“Fuck me harder. Yes. Don’t stop,” she begged, and he was more than happy to oblige.
He struggled to stay in the saddle as her body tried to push him free with her powerful climaxes, but he managed, fucking her until he couldn’t hold his own orgasm back anymore. He shoved into her one final time, letting loose a powerful load that filled her up and leaked down her thighs.
After a little while, he carefully moved her legs off his shoulder, noticing her grimace after having been locked around him for so long. He moved back and then lay beside her on the bed, pulling her close to him and spooning her as they fell asleep in one another’s arms.
They woke up later in the night and climbed beneath the covers before settling back into sleep again, but woke up again in the early hours to make love slowly in the spoon position. He couldn’t remember having enjoyed sex this much in a long time, well, ever actually. There was something different about her, and it went well beyond the physical.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Adriana
Adriana was torn. Today was the third day she’d been at Dane’s, hardly answering her phone and wearing his old sweats between sexcapades. She’d mostly ignored her messages, other than responding to her editor, who was checking in to make sure she was okay. Apparently, the security detail the magazine had put up at her house had reported that she’d not returned home. They had been the farthest thing from her mind.
“I should probably be getting home,” she said. “My car has most likely been towed by now.”
“Nah. I took care of that. I called the restaurant and made sure they don’t bother it.”
“Really? When?”
“I don’t know. Yesterday, I think. Things have just all sort of run together,” he laughed.
“Well, thank you then. Still, I am going to have to get back soon. Work and all.”
“Of course,” he replied.
Adriana contemplated what to say next. She wanted to tell him the truth about who she was, why she was on the dating site, but she wasn’t ready to admit her dishonesty. It was even worse after having accused him of giving her a fake name and acting as if he had some sort of nefarious ideas in mind.
A sound from outside cut off her thoughts and sent Dane running toward the front door. She followed, curious as to what was going on, but he told her to stay back. He went out the front door, his exit quickly followed by raised voices. She recognized one voice as his, but there were at least two more. Peeking out from one of the windows, she could see two men, both looking like they’d stepped off the screen of a mafia movie. She knew the type from some of the people she’d dealt with in her career.
She could only make out bits and pieces of what was being said, not enough to determine what was going on. Walking toward the back door, she undressed and opened it slightly before shifting into the smallest thing she could muster. No one would notice a tiny mouse lurking beneath the car that was parked nearby. She scurried out and ran around the house, straight beneath the dark SUV the men had arrived in. Now, she could hear, though she shouldn’t be eavesdropping. It was her nature.
“You’re going to turn over the construction company to us or you’re going to lose a lot more than your shed,” one of the guys barked at Dane.
“So, that was you. Do you think burning down my workshop is going to make me cower and hand you what you want? You have no claim to the company. You were just as able to buy it as I was, and you didn’t.”
“Only because you outbid us at the last minute.”
“That’s the way bidding works. If you had wanted it so badly, you should have bid more.”
“Come on. We know that the great Dane Jensen would have only outbid us until he won.”
“Not true. I’m in business for profit, not ego. If the bid was more than the place was worth to me, I’d have backed down. I think the real question here is why it’s so important to you. I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is about a moderately successful construction company that warrants so much attention from the Black Talons.”
“That’s our concern, not yours,” the bigger of the two men barked at him. So far, the smaller, which was to say that he was still pretty damned huge, had not spoken.
“I’d say it is my concern if you are out here burning down my workshop while I’m away in the city and now you’re back to try to strong-arm me. Surely, you don’t think I’m scared of you.”
“You should be,” the big guy growled.
“How’s that? Tell me why you are still standing there in human form instead of shifting and just taking me out if I should be so frightened of you.”
“You know the answer to that too, Jensen.”
Adriana wondered why the guy kept mispronouncing his name but chalked it up to being more brawn than brain. She was too wrapped up in what they could possib
ly want with a construction company to dwell on it too much. Then he said something that made her blood run cold.
“We’ve been watching you, Jensen. We know all about that sweet little piece of ass you’ve got waiting in the house to hang off your dick again. Pretty little redhead. Hot. I bet she tastes really sweet and gets all juicy and wet.”
“Shut your fucking mouth!” Dane shouted at him. “Since when do dragons threaten innocent Omegas?”
“Innocent Omega? You really don’t do your homework, do you? I’d have thought a man of your stature would have checked into who he’s boning a little further before whisking her off to his country estate. She’s not like those big-city human chicks you fuck in your penthouse apartment. Nah, she’s a Beta bitch in heat. I guess it’s true that reporters really will do whatever, or whoever, they have to for a story,” he laughed.
Adriana’s heart sank. She had been trying to think of a way to tell him. At this point, her story was dead anyway. She’d already made up her mind to tell her boss that she was coming up empty-handed. Then again, if he kicked her to the curb, there was no reason not to go ahead with it.
“You don’t know what I do or don’t know. What you better know is that my patience is wearing thin with you. I was about to take the bitch home. I’ve had my fun with her. You’d be wise to get your scaly asses off my property and not come back.”
“Yeah, we’re going, but you better believe that we’ll be back.”
“Fuck you,” Dane retorted.
The two men began walking toward the truck to get in while Dane stood watching them. Adriana took the chance to scurry back into the back door and shift, dressing in her own clothes. She was putting on her shoes when he came back in the door, angry faced.
“What was that about?” she asked.
“You asking me as a friend or as a reporter?”
“I’m not a reporter.”
“What are you then?”
“A journalist.”
“A reporter.”
“I don’t call myself that. I work for a magazine, not a news outlet.”
“What magazine?”
“Transformation.”
His eyes widened as he looked at her. “Adriana Guerrero, not Lee. You’re the one that just wrote the expose on Parquo and then he ended up dead. What is it you were looking for with me? You think I’m crooked?”
“No. I . . . my current assignment had nothing to do with your business. I didn’t even know who you were when I accepted a date with you.”
“Do you know who I am now? Did you check me out?” he growled.
“I heard the man out there call you Jensen instead of Johnson. Is that your real name?”
“Yes. Dane Jensen.”
“So, you were lying to me as well?”
“No. You don’t get to be indignant here. I didn’t tell you my last name because I wanted to just seem like some normal guy for once. I wasn’t lying to you to get a story.”
“I told you my real name. It’s Adriana Lee—Adriana Lee Guerrero. As for the story, it was to be about online dating on Alpha Meets Omega. You just happened along.”
“You always fuck your source material?” he spat at her.
“Don’t be a dick.”
“Yeah, well, I get that way when someone lies to me and I find out about it from a rival dragon clan.”
“Well, I guess it’s time for this bitch to go home then.”
He winced as she spat his words back out to him. He started to say something else, but she cut him off.
“No. Don’t. I’ll take it from here. I don’t need a ride from you.”
“There’s no ride service way out here.”
“I don’t need a ride service,” she told him, not even bothering to strip off her clothes again. She couldn’t carry them anyway.
“It’s broad daylight. You can’t just fly home.”
“You forget. I’m not just a dragon. I’m also a lot of other animals if I choose to be. No one will notice another stray bitch trotting about. Bye, Dane Jensen.”
Without another word, she walked out the back door and shifted into a greyhound. That would get her back to her car quickly enough, and no one would look twice at her. Besides that, it might just help her run off the anger she felt.
She could feel his eyes on her as she turned and ran toward the path along the river, the quickest route back to the restaurant where they had left her car. Fuck him, she thought, but her feelings betrayed her, and her dog whimpered as she ran.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dane
Dane was furious. He paced back and forth across the living room as the thoughts in his headed swirled into one indistinguishable mass. He needed answers, and he needed them soon. Pulling his laptop out of the backpack he’d brought up with him, he opened it to do some research.
He’d get to Adriana, but he needed to figure out this Black Talon situation first. He’d ignored it long enough, figuring they were a little miffed but would get over it. Now, they were spying on him, confronting him, and threatening a woman that he thought he could really spend some time with but now realized she wasn’t who he thought she was.
He felt a pang of something at that thought but pushed it aside. There was no time for heartache. Hell, had he even known her long enough for it to matter?
It took the better part of three hours researching the leaders of the Black Talon Clan before he got anywhere, but he finally got a lead. It was just a hint of something that might lead back to the construction company, and it might not pan out, but it gave him a place to start.
Parquo crossed his mind, and he clicked on the keyboard again, pulling up the Transformation article, now shared far and wide, to read the full thing. It was brutal. She had wrecked him—not that he didn’t deserve it. Still, her article stood to put some powerful people behind bars. There was no doubt that one of them had killed Parquo to keep him from cutting a deal and exposing them.
Weren’t they a pair then? He had the Black Talons after him, and she might well have someone looking to get even for Parquo or for what her research might expose about them. He still wasn’t sure what was going on, but he needed answers, and he couldn’t help but feel that there was some connection between Parquo and the Black Talons. It was just a hunch, but he wasn’t often wrong.
According to their website, Transformation was located in the Kirkwood Center Building. He went there first to look for her but came up empty-handed. Security wouldn’t let him past the front lobby, and he wasn’t about to start a fight to get in. Even if he was willing to make that big a stink, he couldn’t shift in the small spaces there, and they were bound to have wolves and big cats on their security staff that would rip him to shreds in human form.
Instead, he went back to his penthouse and did what his money afforded him to do. He rang up a local private investigator to find him a home address for her. In the meantime, he set about finding out the truth about his construction company by making a few calls to members of his pack. One by one, they dropped by to see him in person, adding what they could to the mystery of why the construction company was so important to the Black Talon Clan, though it wasn’t enough to really tell him much.
He stood looking out the cold glass windows of his penthouse at the city below. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn’t feel at home here. He missed the warmth of his family home. He’d forgotten how nice it was out there this time of year with everything in bloom and days filled with just relaxing, something he rarely did. He’d enjoyed that. He’d enjoyed sharing it with her. His phone vibrating against the marble table nearby seemed louder than usual in the empty space.
“Hello?” he said, not recognizing the number.
“Hey. It’s Jerome. I’ve got that address you wanted.”
“Great. Go.” Jerome rattled off the address to him, and he wrote it down on a scrap of paper. “Thanks. Send me the bill.”
“I always do.”
“Yeah, you do. Later th
en.”
“Later.”
Dane ended the call and looked at the address. He knew the neighborhood. It was nice, much nicer than an administrative assistant could afford. Even most journalists would be hard-pressed to exist there. She was either very successful or the recipient of funds outside her job, maybe an inheritance or side gig. He wondered what she had been trying to find out from him. Was it related to her Parquo investigation? He certainly wasn’t buying that a high-caliber journalist was doing a piece on online dating. He needed answers and, if he were right, she might need protection, or at least a warning if she wouldn’t accept the former.
Making his way downstairs in the elevator, he walked out to the garage and approached his car. The squeal of tires behind him sent him ducking for cover between an SUV and a mini-van, but he quickly realized it was just an old car in need of an alignment. You wouldn’t find many people in this building driving an old Toyota Celica, but it could be a delivery or cleaning staff. As it passed, he grumbled at himself for being paranoid and climbed behind the wheel of his own car, pulling out of his parking space and pointing it toward the address Jerome had given him. Twenty minutes later, he was ringing the doorbell of her three-story Victorian home.
“Who is it?” her voice called out from the speaker box affixed to one side of the door.
“It’s Dane Jensen,” he replied.
“Oh, using our real name now, are we?”
“Yes, Miss Guerrero, I am,” he snapped back.
“I don’t have time for more bullshit,” she replied.
“Me either. I need to talk to you about Parquo. It’s important. This isn’t about whatever happened between us.”
“Parquo? Why?”
“Can we please not have a whole conversation over the intercom? I just need to sit down and talk to you face to face. Then, I’ll get out of your hair.”
There was silence for a minute. He was about to ring the buzzer again, thinking she’d cut him off or something, but then she came back on. No doubt, the journalist in her couldn’t resist maybe finding out something she hadn’t already learned in her own investigation of Parquo and the people he was in cahoots with before he died.