Page 5 of Brutal Alpha Dragon

The pressure between my thighs when he dips his head there. His smoldering eyes penetrate my soul as his tongue flicks at my bundle of nerves. Throwing my head back, I relish the pleasure he ignites in my core.

His name catches on the tip of my tongue. Unknown, yet familiar at the same time. The smooth tendrils of slick hair pass through my fingers as I tug him closer. My thighs part as far as they can as he buries his tongue into my drenched hole.

“Let yourself go…” the man of my dreams drawls with my slick coating his lips.

Craving more friction, I rock my hips and ride his skillful tongue. Every lick and plunge draws me closer to the peak of climax. An orgasm I have never experienced before. One that explodes from deep inside, coiling and uncoiling in the pit of my belly.

When I cum, I open my eyes to find a veil over my face. A sort of web spun with fine threads of gold. I try seeing past the covering when I feel myself being air-lifted.

“Ah!” I gasp between the pages of my textbook. Pulling it off my face, I stare at the ceiling frustratedly.

Of course, it was just another blasted dream! I’ve been having them almost every night for the past week.

First, I drew a picture of my knight in my head when I was younger. Now, said knight is the dominator of my wet dreams.

Only this time, I was being carried through the air as if I were flying. Enrobed by golden threads like a veil over my face, I couldn’t see much further.

Propping my weight on my elbows, I check the time and huff as I lean back on the headboard. I can’t shake off the feeling that the shift in my dreaming pattern has to do with seeing him earlier. The man of my dreams at the tavern.

Unless it’s all just in my head.

That’s where I made him up to begin with.

Chapter 3 - Draco

Navigating my way through human territory isn’t exactly fun. Not for someone who’s lived as long as I have.

But being amongst the humans has its perks, I must admit. Like the free bourbon from the woman whose nametag reads “Samantha.”

“Thanks,” I say curtly as I lift the drink from the counter. The woman’s eyes glimmer with stark interest in the blue depths. I shrug off the feeling that she knows I’m different, that my human form is just a farce.

We always seem to gain unnecessary attention from humans whenever we walk amongst them.

Huffing an annoyed breath, I turn on the barstool toward the rest of the tavern. It’s a Saturday night, which calls for humans to party and get wasted. Something I’ll never understand since dragon shifters barely have a concept of time. It’s immortality that invalidates something as linear as the time construct.

Chuckling to myself, I tip the glass to my lips and lubricate my throat with the drink.

After all, it’s not like alcohol has any effect on my bloodstream. It’s just another sham to fit in with the humans.

“So…” the blonde behind the bar clears her throat to reel in my attention. There’s no harm in giving it while I wait for my actual target.

The Dragon Council’s quest for my mate has led me here, to a tavern in Seattle. Where I’m meant to hunt her down. Through the trial using my DNA, they’d chosen a suitable human female to bear my children.

Pfft!

“I haven’t seen you around before,” Samantha makes the obvious observation. She was probably still in diapers on my last visit to Seattle. “Are you new to town?”

“Just passing by,” I indulge in small talk just because we have time. “I’m here to visit a friend.”

“Oh, okay.” She bats her eyelids at me as she wipes hard at the glass in her hand. “Do you perhaps have a name?”

I paste my best cynical smile on my face. Serial-killer style, hoping she’d back off and stop with the questions. “Drake,” I reply flatly.

The woman opens her mouth to speak again, but she’s interrupted. A distraction I’m thankful for is when the crack of shattering glass cuts through the overhead music.

“Shit! It’s Lily again!”

My attention is instantly drawn to the center of the tavern, following Samantha’s gaze.

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