Dragon Ugly (Dragon New Year) (16 page)

She wrapped her legs around his head, using her foot to pull him closer to her needy slit.

He stilled. No movement.

“Lick me, you bastard!” Carissa screamed.

“No,” Brent murmured. “Move your legs and relax. I’m in charge. Remember that.” He nipped the tip of her clit and began to suck and lick along her labia, moving away from her throbbing clit.

She gritted her teeth and tried to remember that he was trying to give her pleasure. But her wolf wanted to kill him for stopping, and now he wasn’t even close to the center of their desire. She squeezed her hands into fists and tried to find some sort of calm within her but it wasn’t working, not in the least. He had to get a move on. He had to satisfy her—now!

Chapter Thirteen

Brent felt like a bubbling cauldron of white-hot lava that wanted to explode. Whenever he shifted on the covers, sparks were set off along his shaft. His balls throbbed as he tried to hold still and not move a muscle. She had to calm down and allow him to go back to giving her pleasure, his way. Yes, it would require patience, but the reward for her would be so much more than she thought. With each breath, he inhaled the scent of her musk. He imprinted it on his mind. Time stretched out and he began to think she would never relax. He watched her body carefully. He blew out a breath against her clit and watched her legs sink into the mattress. At last, the tension faded.

Brent circled her soaked entrance with just the tip of his tongue before lapping a path back up to her clit. With slow flicks, he teased her and tortured himself. He sank one finger into her tight sheath, and held back a groan when he felt her internal muscles clench around that single digit.

He could only imagine what her pussy would feel like around his throbbing cock. Brent took her clit into his mouth, rolling the nub along his tongue as he inserted a second finger into her hot, wet vagina. Synching his ministrations, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy as he flicked her clit. When he sucked on the nub, he pushed his fingers forward. In, out, flick, suck. Her hips rocked against his mouth as he felt her desire.

“Brent,” she moaned, her voice husky, filled with need. “Please, I’m on the pill. I need you. We can’t get any STIs, not like humans. We don’t have to worry. Just fuck me.”

He continued to torment her, pushing her closer to her climax. Her juices coated his chin and mouth. She rode his fingers and rocked against his mouth. At the first fluttering of her vaginal walls, he stopped, pulled out of her gripping sex and away from her clit. He held back a tight smile when she let out a scream of frustration and flailed about on the bed. It took a few moments before she calmed down.

He cleared his throat. “I want you absolutely crazed. When you come I want you to come so hard you see stars and you scream my name so loud that your neighbors hear it.” He forced out the words between clenched teeth.

He blew out a breath and grabbed a handful of ice. He bathed his face, chest, and then, with hesitation, his cock. He ran the cubes up and down his shaft and around his testicles until he felt some of his desire abate to a controllable level. For a moment, he hesitated about using the ice on her. A pissed-off, female werewolf who wanted satiation could turn volatile at any second. He put back all but one cube of ice and then turned to her, praying to the gods that she wouldn’t rip off the scarves and try to unman him.

He started by placing the ice on her collarbone and passing it over the skin. When she didn’t protest, he continued, moving it down her breast, circling the mound until he got to her nipple. The silver bar glinted in the moonlight that streamed through the window. It shone like a beacon, calling to him to use it to ramp up her pleasure. With a deep breath, he planted one hand on the bed and lowered himself down.

He closed his eyes as his arousal flared hot and his skin prickled at the contact with her body. He let out a hissed breath and tried to focus on why he was doing this: her pleasure. Brent took her nipple between his teeth and tugged. With each pull, she moaned. He felt her heart hammering against his chest. With each breath, the perfume of her musk, sweat, and need became his air. He felt her body wriggling under him as her back arched, and she pushed her breast up into his mouth.

He pulled back and used the ice. When she let out a groan, he continued his actions: suck, tug, pull, ice, and wait, repeat.

When he felt that her nipple had become too sensitive, he moved onto the other one with the same tactics. The diamond hard tips with the added barbells scraped against his chest, creating beautiful sensations that shot straight to his groin.

With a groan, he blazed a path down her body, using the ice to switch up the sensations she was feeling until she couldn’t tell hot from cold. When he got to her pussy, it was soaked. Her juices coated the thick lips of her labia. Her clit, flushed with blood, breached the dewy petals, waiting for his mouth and fingers. He didn’t disappoint; he ate at her sensitive flesh, tempering the warmth of his lips and tongue with the ice cube. When that had melted, he grabbed another, rocking the long cylindrical piece in and out of her pussy until it had become nothing but water.

When he left her clit, he used his fingers to continue her torment, and stabbed his tongue into her dripping center. In and out—squeeze, swipe.

“Brent.” His name was a breathy whisper as her body climbed to its peak. She rode his tongue and fingers.

His cock throbbed, balls pulsing with the need to spill into her womb. The fire consumed him, searing away his blood and replacing it with magma. He couldn’t wait anymore. He released her throbbing sex, and sat up on his heels. He moved forward, grabbed her hips and lined up his erection with her soaked entrance.

He pushed his hips forward, allowing his cockhead to sweep against her wet nether-lips.

“Now, damn it! Put your cock in me,
now
!” she ordered.

Unable to deny her or himself any longer, Brent pushed forward, sinking his length into her tightness. Her vaginal muscles clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper inside. He pulled back and rocked forward again, starting that ancient rhythm that bound people together.

“Goddess, you’re tight.” Tendrils of fire wrapped around his spine as sparks raced up and down his back. He became overwhelmed with the sensation of being inside her, connected to her. All he could do was become sensation and desire, a living flame.

Brent pistoned his hips. With each glide of his cock into her tight sheath, sparks burst as pressure coiled in his belly. The ball of tension grew, seeping out into all the recesses of his body until he became nothing but heat and pressure, ready to pop at any second. He felt her body still as her pussy fluttered around him before it clamped down around his shaft. He felt her begin to come, as he fucked her harder, faster, until electricity tingled from his toes to the top of his head and back down again.

The dragon surged forward for the second time that night. The shift slammed into him, turning his flesh into scales and his fingernails into talons. His tail and wings burst forth from the base of his back and his shoulders. He became awash in pain, fire, and pleasure all rolled into one glorious eruption.

Brent came, spurting his seed deep into her vagina. He continued to pump his hips until his balls were empty and he felt lightheaded. Fireworks burst behind his eyelids. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes but he didn’t care. His limbs quivered as all his energy rushed out of him in one go. He collapsed on top of her with barely the presence of mind to put his hands out so that he didn’t crash onto her completely and crush her with his weight.

“Carissa,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss to the center of her chest. He rested his head on her breast as he listened to the combined sounds of the racing of their hearts in his ears. He felt her fingers thread through his damp tresses, but paid that no mind. His mind was an oasis of static. He couldn’t even figure out if his body had gone back to his human form or if his wings were gone. Brent just knew that he was finally satisfied.

He rolled over onto his side and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Sleep took him under its black veil as he nuzzled her neck and fell asleep on her shoulder. The night had truly ended perfectly.

* * *

Sunlight painted the room behind Carissa’s eyelids with bright yellow light. She groaned and rolled away from it, praying for a few more minutes of rest. The press of a warm, hard body against her back made her move towards it.

Brent.

She vaguely remembered the best sex she’d ever had. Her mind was still a bit foggy. She snuggled against him and prayed for a few more minutes to enjoy this moment.

Ring. Riiinnnggg!

Carissa jumped up as her heart raced. She glanced at the clock. Not even six in the morning and the sun was up. With a groan, she sat up, threw her legs over the side of the bed and padded through her house to the phone in the kitchen.

“Hello, Carissa. It’s Deanna. Your father and I just got a shipment in of some lovely mint flavored condoms and I wanted to know if you wanted any, seeing as how you have a new man and all.”

Carissa cursed. Which one of those traitorous bitches spilled the beans to her mother? She felt Brent’s warm body at her back and leaned into him.

“Mother, I’m not going to discuss this with your right now. I have to get ready for work.” She hung up without a good-bye.

Brent kissed the top of her head. “What’s up?”

“My mother being her irritating self. Apparently one of my friends told her about you and now she’s felt the need to give me sexual suggestions that should help with my so-called frigidity.” She hadn’t meant to say that, but the words just came out as her annoyance grew. With a sigh, she pulled away from Brent’s body.“ I’m gonna go take a shower. Lunch later?”

“Sure, at Perry’s? And I’ll get breakfast started, give you some time to yourself.” Brent pressed a kiss to her cheek and moved to the kitchen. She turned around to take a look at what he was wearing. Carissa tried to hold back a grin. Not a stitch of clothing.

“Sure, thanks.” She meant it. She cleaned up, dried off and got dressed, then stripped the bed and put on new bedding. She put Brent’s clothing in the washer before she went out to meet him in the kitchen.

The table was already set. A large plate of fluffy pancakes, coffee, a bowl of scrambled eggs, and a platter of bacon were all set out. Brent handed her a cup and poured her some java, then gestured her to sit down.

“Let’s dig in. I’m famished.” He sat down across from her with his own cup and began to pile up his plate with food.“ You can tell me what your day looks like.”

She smiled at his choice of topic. “Don’t you want to hear about my parents?”

He looked up, his face was guarded.

Carissa’s stomach dropped. Had she already lost him?

“Not if you don’t want to talk about it. I’m not gonna push, honey. I just want you to feel comfortable bringing it up when you want. I’m not going anywhere.” He reached out and gave her hand a squeeze before he dug into his food.

She grinned. “Thank you.”

He shook his head. “You weren’t frigid last night, and you sure as hell don’t strike me as repressed. Cautious, yes. Passionate, definitely. But nowhere near frigid. So that tells me your parents assume rather than ask, and they shove rather than accept.” Another head shake. “My parents are fine with the way I live my life so long as I’m not hurting myself or others, and I’m happy they’re happy. I’m so sorry you had to grow up with that, sweetheart.”

Carissa’s heart constricted. She felt tears forming in her eyes. “You’re some sort of magician aren’t you? You’re not real, right?”

He gave her a mischievous grin. “Not real, huh?” He reached out and grabbed her wrist. He guided her hand to his semi-hard cock. “Is that not real enough for you, or do I need to do something more?”

Her pussy squeezed; liquid desire dampened her panties.

“I don’t know.” Her voice dropped to a husky tone. “Maybe you should show me how hard you can get?” She swallowed, knowing she was tempting fate here. Jez and Anna would be furious with her if she showed up late just because she had to have some early morning delight with Brent.

“Later.” His now-navy-blue eyes sparkled with even more mischief. “When you least expect it. By the way, no panties today. Hand ’em over.” He held out his hand.

She blinked. “Why?” She swallowed, unsure about whether to obey him.

“Because I have plans for us today, and they include no underwear.” He made a give-me motion with his hand.

“Just as long—“

He cut her off. “You won’t be in danger, honey, and I won’t embarrass you, either.” He waited, his gaze fixed on her as if he could stay that way all day.

“Why the hell not? But just so you know, I’ll pay you back for this.” She pulled up her skirt, lifted her hips and pushed down her panties until they slid down her legs. Carissa bent over and pulled her underwear off her ankles, then adjusted her skirt before she handed them over.

“Good, now let’s eat.” Brent put her panties on the chair next to him. They began to talk about their plans for the day as they ate, but he didn’t once mention what he was going to do with her underwear.

“You know, it’s really perplexing,” Carissa said. “I know that we have sales going, but we’ve never had this many people in the shop at once. Our rivals don’t even have this many customers in total. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think magic was involved, but Anna wouldn’t do that. That’d be personal gain and it’s against the laws of magic.”

She tried not to think too much about it, but it did annoy her that she’d even thought Anna would do something like that. Carissa would ask her about it later, when they were alone. It wouldn’t do to confront her in front of Jez.

“Honey, don’t think about it. Besides, if she did that she’d have a huge amount of bad energy heading her way as punishment, and the Magick Council would be paying her a visit. I wouldn’t want to be here if that happened.”