Page 13 of Never Feed a Dragon

“I can do that myself.” I sat up, capturing his dark blue tie and using it to pull him closer to me. He moved with me, letting me take the lead.

“It’s not a bowtie, unfortunately,” he said, his eyes on my face as I started pulling the knot undone. He was referring to the guy earlier. The one I’d been attracted to.

“I don’t want a bowtie.” I tugged it free, and started on his buttons.

He watched me closely as I made my way through them, one by one. And pushed the fabric off his chest, running my hands over the thick, hard planes of muscle.

I was starting to understand what Randa and Elodie said about hot dragon sex. The muscles on Eli alone were enough to make me wet. And knowing that he could get off as many times as we wanted, without getting tired or needing a break…

Damn.

I tugged the undone button on his pants. His cock jerked against the zipper, and I pulled it down.

He groaned when I dragged my hand over the hard length of him through his boxer-briefs.

His entire body tensed when I pushed the fabric down, freeing him entirely.

His cock bobbed for me, dripping with his desire.

I’d never been with a man who wanted me that desperately.

It made me feel sexy.

I wanted to make him feel that way, too. So I pushed on his chest, silently telling him where I wanted him. His eyes opened, taking me in again as he lowered himself to his back on the floor for me.

When I wrapped my mouth around his cock, he swore viciously.

His hands buried in my hair, his grip tight enough that it hurt just a little. “I’m not going to last,” he warned, his voice so animalistic it was nearly feral.

“Good. I want to taste you.” My lips brushed the head of his cock as I spoke.

His face twisted in a snarl.

His grip on my hair tightened.

It hurt, but in a way that I loved. A way that told me he was going to lose control, and quickly.

I bobbed over him, taking a few inches of his thick erection in my mouth, nearly to my throat.

He swore again, gritting his teeth. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”

I took him deeper, and he roared, his hips jerking as he tugged my hair, pumping his pleasure into my mouth.

It didn’t taste the way I expected. It was nothing like a human man’s. Not salty. Not unpleasant. It tasted… fresh. Good, somehow.

I licked the head of his cock clean when his climax ended. He groaned, dropping his head to the rug and loosening his hold on my hair.

“Damn, Spaghetti.”

For once, the nickname didn’t sound like an insult.

It sounded almost… reverent.

Maybe I liked it when he called me that.

“Randa and Elodie said dragons don’t need a break between sessions,” I said, my eyes on his and my lips still brushing his cock. The way it jerked for me told me he wasn’t done. Not entirely, at least.

“We’re not talking about them.” His eyes moved over me slowly. “I’m nowhere near ready to end this, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ll want you long after you’re done.”

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