Page 24 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

The slow, deep laughter followed me. But he didn’t, giving me some space to process everything.

“You’re actually here,” I said after a few moments of composing myself, both mentally and physically, from the reaction his words had wrought. Not that the throbbing was fully subsiding.

“Yes, I am,” he said, coming over to stand near me now.

“Why?” I said, spinning on him and advancing. “Why are you here now, I mean? You didn’t ‘claim me’ when I first arrived. Instead, you let another dragon do it? If you enjoyed everything so much, if you had to have me, why did you wait?”

Damon took several steps back as I snatched control of the conversation, putting him abruptly on the defensive.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” he said with a shrug of those impressively broad shoulders.

Shoving that thought aside, I shook my head at him. “No. Not good enough. If you wanted me that much, why did you leave in the middle of the night? You came and fought for me today, you shed blood for me. Yet you simply up and disappeared, without a word, without leaving your number. Nothing. You don’t get to brag and talk about how much you enjoyed it when you didn’t even bother to stick around to see me in the morning.”

“You mean to fuck your little pussy again in the morning,” he growled, throwing me off stride. “To bend you over and slide in deep from behind, one hand on your waist, the other threading through your hair, pulling it back as I filled you completely. Is that what you meant by seeing you in the morning?”

My body screamed for his touch. It was unfair he could simply speak and make my pussy flood. Whoever had given him such control over my physical being needed a stern talking to because, hot damn, was I already half-prepped and ready to take him right then and there.

It would be so easy to sink to my hands and knees, to let him mount me, to do just as he’d said, shoving his hard cock deep inside me from behind. I could just—

“Maybe,” I said, gritting my teeth against his alluring pull. “But you left. So, you don’t get to say that.”

Damon grimaced, the unhappy look breaking up all the pleasant lines of his face. “I couldn’t have stayed,” he growled. “I had work to do. I had to leave.”

“Work?” I asked, sensing his unhappiness surrounding it. What was that all about?

“Come on,” he said, spinning, refusing to elaborate on my question. “We need to grab some things and then get out of here before anyone else comes along. There’s no more time to waste.”

I followed him down the stairs and into his house, but I wasn’t about to forget everything just like that.

No, Damon definitely had some explaining to do.

Chapter Thirteen

Damon

“I can honestly say that this hasn’t been as horrible as I expected it to be.”

Eyeing Elanya over my bowl of oatmeal, I raised my eyebrows. “Just what did you expect?” I asked her, scooping up the last spoonful. “I told you we were going camping.”

“At first, I didn’t believe the literal nature of that,” she said, ticking off one finger. “Secondly, I guess I didn’t quite know what to expect. This is my first time living with a dragon, you know, in any sense. I have zero basis for what life is like around you.”

“We’re not really that bad,” I countered, setting my bowl aside for the moment. Why had she brought that up? There had to be something else behind it.

“You might not be,” she said, shaking her head. “But even then, I didn’t think you could be as gentlemanly as you have been the past day or so. Especially last night. I thought for sure you would try something with the two of us sleeping in the same tent.”

“Why? Because I kept reminding you of the last time we slept together and how good it felt to be buried deep inside you?” I teased, staring her down.

“That might have a little something to do with it,” she said hoarsely, her nipples poking through the thin shirt I’d lent her as a change of clothing.

I let myself leer at them, thinking back to having my mouth wrapped hungrily around them, teasing and sucking as she clutched me tight and moaned into my hair. My cock stirred eagerly in my pants, blood swelling.

“Well, that time, you wanted to fuck me,” I told her. “You needed it and wanted it. You were okay with being bent over and railed like my good little fucktoy.”

“You really have a way with words,” she said, trying to be sarcastic and failing.

“I know,” I said, licking my lips. “But just because I can smell how aroused you get every time you think about me ripping your clothes off and pinning you to the ground, I know it’s not what you really want. Your body is saying you need it, but your mind is still processing everything that’s happened to you. And it wouldn’t be fair of me to take advantage of that. No matter how much I want to watch your eyes roll back into your head as my hard cock slides deep between your legs.”

“Then why don’t you stop talking like that?” she half-whimpered, biting her lip.

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