Page 17 of Grumpy Dragon Christmas

“I don’t know what I want, Drekkan, so how about you show me?”

Fangs appear within the wickedest grin, and I know I’ve released a beast I probably won’t ever be able to contain again.

“You presume to tell me what to do, little snack?” he rasps before taking my mouth with a kiss I can feel from my toes to my scalp. “You presume to order me to pleasure you?” He half snarls and my pussy pulses.

Drekkan inhales and his pupils expand. “Your demand is my wish, sweet mistress.”

His words are a mere rasp as he peels away my first layer of clothing, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, the two tips tangling with mine, sweeping me away in a haze, taking away any regrets I might have.

Drekkan deposits me on the bench as some kitchen items I haven’t yet had time to inspect go clattering away. He drops to his knees, eyes glittering with badness as he lifts one leg. He slides one hand up my calf. My entire body shudders at his touch. Drekkan chuckles, a deep, rich sound. He slides my boot off and repeats the action for my other foot.

Those hands! Huge, claw-tipped, they make their way back up my legs as he grins at me, his sinful forked tongue poking out between his sharp teeth. My thighs are parted, and I don’t resist, but the hands keep on going under my skirt, cupping my belly. Drekkan releases a guttural groan of pleasure.

“So beautiful. So full,” he murmurs in an awed tone.

His hands slip lower, and he shoves his head between my thighs. I feel a cool breeze as he sucks in a breath.

“So sweet,” Drekkan says, and I drench my knickers instantly.

His thick fingers curl around the edges of the fabric.

“Do you like this garment?” he growls.

“I don’t…”

My words haven’t left my mouth, when with a snap of his claws, my underwear is shredded, and his mouth is on my clit.

Drekkan quite literally sucks my brain down into my pussy. I can’t think. I’m not entirely sure I’m still breathing because he is doing things to me no human man has ever even thought of, let alone performed. My hands flail until they gain purchase on his head, and I can grip his hair, gently guiding him to the spots I like the most.

Not that Drekkan needs much guiding. He eats me like I’m a three-course meal and he’s been starved for a fortnight. He slurps and sucks, and it’s all I can do to hold on.

Until he slides in a thick digit, and I am unable to hold. My orgasm crashes over me, and I am drowned by it, air pulled from my lungs, my pussy milking his finger for all it can as the pad of his thumb circles my incredibly sensitive clit and helicks me clean.

He lifts his head, his mouth covered with the evidence of my climax. Drekkan is grinning as if he’s won all the prizes in the galaxy. Because he did what he promised, what he wasorderedto do. Only I am not in control of this beast, not at all.

I simply released him, and now I’m going to have to deal with the consequences.

DREKKAN

If I could eat my sweet treat forever, it wouldn’t be long enough. The way she felt under my tongue, under my hands, the noises she made, they send me feral. I might not have been actively looking for her, but now I have her.

“Drekkan.” She whispers my name and it’s like starlight from her lips.

I rise, lifting her from where she is perched on the counter. She is soft, pliable, and drowsy from pleasure. Her scent surrounds me, and I feel calm for the first time in a very long time. There’s no desire to do anything other than be in the moment with Jade, to curl around her, protect both her and the life which grows within her. I carry my precious bundle through to the tiny sleeping area, which will not do at all.

Even though I can’t shift, I’m still far too big for the bed. I cannot understand why the mayor would put her in such a minuscule dwelling. My mate deserves a palace and a bed built on a hoard. She deserves everything fine and beautiful. Jade deserves the best.

I place her on the bed, kissing her on the forehead as her eyelids flutter.

“Where are you going?” she murmurs.

“I’m not leaving you, little snack. But I have something I need to do. I won’t be long. Rest now.”

I cover her with one of the thin blankets as my rut roars in my veins, the mating gland moving into overdrive. With her taste still in my mouth, I leave the small dwelling and head out into the street, checking over my shoulder as I stomp towards the marketplace.

The collar whines at me, and I can hear growling. I need a fight, and collar or not, I’m going to get one.

The stall holders and customers scatter as I make my way though, not caring what gets damaged or turned over. I have a place to be, and as the mayor decided he was going to take away my ability to shift, then they can go to him for any compensation. In my Sarkarnii form, I’d have caused significantly less damage from the sky.

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