Dragon Ugly (Dragon New Year) (18 page)

She could taste herself on his lips and felt the arousal increase. Carissa’s legs felt like they were made of rubber. She wasn’t sure if she could continue to stand. Brent gave her another quick kiss and pulled her out to the sink area. “Wash up. I’ll grab your stuff,” he murmured in his deep gravelly voice.

She didn’t protest. She washed her hands and waited for him to join her. Her wolf demanded another round of fucking, but they really didn’t have the time. When she turned around, he had her purse and the box wrapped in toilet paper. He handed both to her, then cleaned his hands.

She took in his body and couldn’t miss the tenting at his fly.

“Want me to take care of that?” Carissa reached out to give him a little stimulation, but he shook his head.

“My call. I’ll get off soon enough. We have lunch to get to…or rather…” He paused and looked at his watch. “We have lunch to get to go, and you have to get to work. You leave first and then I’ll wait and join you.”

She giggled at his thoughtfulness, and left the bathroom. Their waitress had doggie bags all ready to go. She smirked when Carissa arrived at the table. “Figured you’d need these. Check’s on the table.”

Embarrassment flooded her body like ice. She dug into her purse, grabbed some bills and threw them down on the table along with a large tip.

Brent approached, looking completely relaxed. He grinned and took her chin between his index finger and thumb. “Still beautiful. I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”

With a kiss, he left her. The embers of arousal and anticipation swirled in her stomach.

Chapter Fourteen

Brent couldn’t walk away fast enough. His cock threatened to burst past his fly. His balls ached, throbbing for release. His thoughts felt as if they were muddled and surrounded by cotton. He had to get home before he lost control completely. He tried to call Tor, but there was no answer. He needed a solution to all this. His dragon was roaring and demanding they go back there and fuck the daylights out of Carissa. His muscles pulsed and his limbs felt like rubber. This was the third time that the change had come upon him without his consent. He felt like he was losing his mind and control of his body. Tor would know what to do.

Every second he spent with Carissa was both bliss and torture. Either he let the dragon win or he would have to find a way to shut it off so that the human side could finish the bonding process without scaring her off.

Maybe this little phone sex thing would give the dragon what it needed. He’d always wanted to do this, give a lover some toys, have her walk around with them and then call her and tease and taunt her without giving her release. Now he could live out that fantasy.

Carissa was an unexpected treasure. He hadn’t thought someone could be so understanding, but then again, she was a werewolf, and soon enough her own body would demand that she change to wolf form.

She was perfection. Together they would explore not only his desires but also hers. Tonight’s date at the bookstore was going to be perfect. It would be open, but only for a private party and reading. That way, they could have sex in public but the risk of humiliation would be limited and he’d get to play with those sexy nipple piercings she had. His cock jerked at the thought. How would they feel against his cock if he fucked her breasts? A shudder raced down his spine. So many possibilities. The future truly did look bright with her, but first they had to cement their relationship in something more than just sex. How to do that with his current problem with his dragon?

As he drove, his phone rang. At a stop light he glanced at the screen and sighed. Of course Tor would call when he was driving. It was the law of insanity. He’d have to wait until he got home to answer.

By the time he pulled into the driveway, Tor was waiting for him in his shorts, tank top, and flip flops with concern on his face. As soon as Brent got out of the vehicle, Tor began to bombard him with questions. “What’s wrong? Why didn’t you pick up? Is it the dragon heat? You okay? Do we need to get a doctor? Call your parents?”

Brent waved off all the queries. “Whoa, whoa. Can we get into the house first? I’d like to eat lunch.”

Tor started to laugh. “OK, tell me what’s up and you better share your fries with me. I’ve got steaks on the grill already.”

Brent rolled his eyes. “Can’t you make your own?”

“No potatoes. Fletch made some mashed potatoes and you guys didn’t get replacements.”

Brent shook his head. “You didn’t put it on the list. If it’s not on the list, we don’t get it. Anyway, it’s about my dragon and the dragon heat. I’m going crazy, man. I can’t even think about her without the dragon wanting to shift, find her, and claim her. It’s ridiculous. I may have to take the rest of the week off until this is settled. Lou’s gonna kill me.”

“Come on, I’m hungry. We can talk while you eat.” Tor nodded toward the back yard. Brent followed his friend and settled down at the table. The grill was already set up with six steaks cooking.

“Hungry much?” Brent eyed the meat as he unpacked the bags of food.

“All this going in early and staying late is fucking with my sleep cycle. I’m only getting a max of three hours. I haven’t had sex with Louisa since this whole thing started.” To show his point, Tor yawned. “And yesterday’s little show with The Snake just plain fucked me up. I’m a mated dragon and even I got wood.” He shook his head.

“Good to know I’m not the only one who was affected. Was Fletch—” His question was cut off by the arrival of Fletch himself.

“Yup, I was. I had the weirdest dreams all night long. And about griffins.” Fletch swept by the table with a large plate of corn. The scent of spices wafted behind him as he carried the platter over to the grill and sat it down on the small shelf.

“Griffins? You’ve gone insane.” Brent set out the napkins and settled into his chair. “But anyway, since you’re both here, I need some help.”

“Well, eat all your vitamins and veggies, stop spiking your hair and you may just get laid.” Tor smirked. “Oh wait, you seem to already be getting some. And a werewolf, no less.”

Brent didn’t dispute Tor’s accusation. “Yeah, I’ve found my mate. But my dragon is driving me insane. He wants sex all the time. We come within sight of her and
wham
—he’s pulling at the leash. I can’t stop him. He’s tried to get me to shift three times already. How the fuck am I supposed to build a relationship with Carissa if I want to fuck and shift all the time?”

Tor gave him a pat on the head. “Aw, Brent is growing up and he has a girlfriend. Look, you have to tell her what’s going on. Explain things, like we did with Louisa. And if you really need to, call in Fletch to help stabilize you.”

Brent looked over at his friend. “You up for that? I’ll find someone else if you can’t. Besides, she’d like to do a ménage.”

The idea of sharing Carissa didn’t repulse him, and his dragon wasn’t opposed, either, just so long as long Fletch had no designs on mating with Carissa. Fletch shrugged. “If she’s into it, I’m for it. And I don’t mind keeping an eye on you.”

Relief swept through Brent. “Thanks. Now can you tell Tor that if he keeps eating so much we’ll have to go grocery shopping again?”

“Who’s this we? I went last time. You and Tor can go.” Fletch turned the corn on the grill.

Brent sighed. “Am I the only responsible one in this house?” he teased.

“Yeah. Which reminds me, we need to fix up the empty guest room. I have a cousin who’s coming to town. He’s looking for a job here. Not sure how long he’ll stay but he’s family.” Tor piled the steaks onto a plate and sat down next to Brent. He reached out and snagged a few steak fries.

“Hey! Make your own, dude,” Brent mumbled as he dug into his food.

“I would, but someone forgot the potatoes,” Tor grumbled.

“That again? Gees, I’m sorry. We’ll grab some next time.” Fletch promised.

“Now who’s saying ‘we?’” Brent grinned. “So what are you guys doing tonight, besides work?”

“Working, sleeping, and maybe getting laid,” Tor said. “The usual. You?”

“I’ve got a date with Carissa, so I switched with Julio for the weekend. Lou approved it.” Brent tried not to grin when Tor and Fletch groaned.

“Lucky asshole. I tried that and Margo wouldn’t switch with me, even for the extra money. She’s at Lavender Sighs for a spa week. Good thing the boss is giving us overtime and bonuses or I’d have gone crazy by now. Please tell me that this won’t last another week.” Fletch looked at Tor pleadingly.

“Until Sunday, and then we’re free until Samhain when this one abandons us again.” Tor pointed to Brent who smirked.

“Hey, it’s a tradition in my family.” Brent shrugged, but he still felt a sense of superiority.

“Uh-huh. So, Carissa is her name. Nice. Hey, did you hear from Peter and Ross about the VP? Looks like we’re getting some money our way at the end of the month for all our help. Pretty sweet deal. I haven’t told Louisa about my involvement with VP yet. She’d demand I take her shopping there and until we can get a full week to ourselves, I’m not saying a damn thing.” Tor chuckled.

Fletch laughed along with him. “Well, I’m helping the boys out. Apparently they have a new partner and she wants some improvements around the place. So I’ll be spending my weekends over there. I’ve worked it all out with the Big Boss and he says it’s okay as long as I slip him a few discounts and deals. God, you’d think we were members of some exclusive club instead of sex shop.”

Everyone laughed. “It’s just they don’t want to open it to everyone yet. I hear they want to hire a sex and relationship therapist for the upper rooms. They’ll probably need more help to clean that place up. You in?” Fletch put some corn on a platter and set it down on the table.

Brent nodded. “Sure, just tell me when and where, so long as it doesn’t interfere with my time with Carissa.” The words came without thought. In his bones, he knew he had a future with her, even if the present wasn’t too clear and steady.

“Bring her. She’d probably love to check some of the items out. Besides they’re looking for testers and they pay them too. Maybe you can get more stuff from them to use with her?” Two patches of crimson appeared on Fletch’s cheeks. He cleared his throat as Tor and Brent laughed.

“Okay, this is getting awkward. I feel like a late night host. Time to switch subjects. So, when does pre-season start? I hear that the Kyle August got Roger Dean Jameson for the Shadow Bay Dragons,” Tor threw out to lightening the mood.

“I’ll ask the boys about the offer and as to R.D., I’m relieved. It looks like we could go all the way to the Super Bowl. I hear the training camp is somewhere in Bear Country, lucky bastards.” Brent shook his head. He checked his watch and saw he’d been talking to the guys for almost half an hour. As much as he wanted to call Carissa, talking to his friends had pulled his mind away from the dragon and his problems. So long as he wasn’t thinking about sex, all was good. He was torn between calling her and getting the ball rolling, and staying and talking for a little longer. He decided to take a little bit longer. She needed some time to forget about what he was going to do.

He sat and talked with his friends until Fletch decided he was going swimming for a bit in the pool and Tor had to run some errands for work. Brent cleaned up and headed to his room. Once there, he stripped, took a quick shower and dried off. He’d wanted to start this off clean, even though she wasn’t in the room and couldn’t smell him. After lighting a few candles and a stick of incense, he grabbed his cell phone, hit speed dial and crawled into the bed.

She answered on the first ring. “Can’t talk, it’s a mad house.”

He chuckled. “That wasn’t the deal. This is going to happen, busy or not. You just have to listen.” He didn’t give her a chance to protest. “I’m lying in my bed alone, missing you. I’m naked right now.”

He grinned when he heard her suck in some air. He let his fingers trail over his chest, light at first, not really touching his skin. His nipples tightened, sending shards of electricity straight to his groin.

“My nipples are hard, waiting for your mouth. I want to feel your lips on my skin, kissing my chest.” He circled his nipples with slow motions, not touching the sensitive buds. “I’m getting harder, honey. I want to feel your body against mine. Feel your nipples pressing into my skin, your legs caressing mine, your pussy against my cock.”

He groaned as his cock flooded with blood, hardening to half-erect. The ghost of her body slid over his as he remembered how it felt. She was so warm, so soft. Her curves fit perfectly against his hardness. His memory produced her unique perfume—the heady scents of earth and woman, sage and lavender with a hint of citrus, all rolled into one.

“I wish you were here, honey, with me,” he said. With his free hand he pinched and rolled his nipples, flicking them as her tongue would. “I hate being away from you right now, when I need you so much.”

“Brent,” Carissa murmured in a husky whisper.

“I know, honey, I can hear it in your voice. Your thighs are probably wet for me.” His cock jerked as it continued to harden and rise. Hot blood continued to flood the shaft. All he could do was swallow and concentrate on what he had to do. He rolled over to his side and grabbed the small remote that he’d left out of the box. With a flip of the switch, he knew that both the plug and the bullet had been activated.

“Oh, gods!” she gasped.

He chuckled, a dark sound to his ears. Brent could only imagine what she was going through right now. “I know, honey, I know. Feels great, doesn’t it? I had an ex use a vibrating plug on me, but nothing compares to coming inside your sweet pussy.”

To prove his point he turned up the speed. She let out a squeak and swore at him. “If I have to suffer without you, then you have to suffer without me. Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.”

“You better,” she gritted out.

“Oh I will. Think about it, baby. Tonight, you and me, in your favorite bookstore, while a reading is going on. All those people, and any second one of them could get up and see us. Can you see it, honey?” Brent asked. His mind painted the picture as the dragon slid under his skin. The pain was a dull throb under his flesh that he barely noticed as he focused on painting the scene for Carissa.