Page 52 of Training my Human

Without any kind of discernible effort, he held me aloft, bouncing me to drive his shaft deeper. Our lips meshed in a passionate, panting kiss as we quickly raced for the edge of the orgasmic cliff.

Most guys had to put a ton of work in to getting me primed. Maddox just had to exist. Like, seriously, everything about the man turned me on. His looks. Smile. Personality. That deep voice. The way he made me feel…

I clutched at his shoulders as my body tightened and leapt into climax. A rolling wave of pleasure consumed me. A good thing Maddox held on to me because I would have slipped to the floor in a boneless puddle otherwise.

When we’d both finished, Maddox stood there just holding me tight. I might not be a conventional girly girl, but that didn’t stop me from basking in the protection he afforded me in that moment. Granny might have raised me to only rely on myself, but I began to understand and even appreciate how nice it could be to have someone to lean on.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I sighed. “Our time is up.”

A remark that made Maddox chuckle. “Just like a child.”

An apt comparison seeing as how my almost cock-blocking dragon apparently needed me that instant to show him how to turn on the television. The apartment came with an eighty-inch flat screen with cable and Abaddon seemed excited at the chance to watch something other than the free channels I used to get at my place.

Maddox spent a few hours with us, checking out the amenities inside and outside. He spotted a total of four outdoor cameras. In good news, the interior one watching the stalls seemed to be inactive given it lacked the red light of the others. It made sense. Why bother monitoring an empty barn? Just in case, though, I had Maddox put a piece of tape over the lens. It would be nice for Abaddon to have a place he could play.

Or, as he stiffly informed me,Dragons don’t play. We hone our skills.

By skills, he meant flying. He began his practice that night after dinner while I sat perched on a tall stool. I watched as Abaddon climbed and balanced atop a stall door. He would then leap, extending his aerial arms and flapping hard only to sink.

“Are you sure dragons can fly?” I asked after his fifth attempt.

“Yes. However, it takes time to strengthen the wings. Hence why I must keep exercising until they can hold my weight.”

“Guess we should have practiced before dinner,” I teased. Maddox had left late afternoon, meaning the giant lasagna I found in the freezer and cooked resulted in one little piece for me while my dragon ate the rest.

“I must ingest large amounts of food if I’m to grow big and strong.”

“Fair enough. What about the fire thing? Do you need anything special to fuel it?”

Abaddon shook his head. “My body converts what it requires to create the flame. Speaking of which, I will need a location to practice my fire breathing.”

That demand arched my brow. “Yeah, that might not be possible. It might be hard to explain to Leo why his property is singed, not to mention, I’m not toting around an extinguisher so we don’t burn the ranch down.”

“How else will I learn if I don’t practice?”

“I get what you’re saying, but fire will draw notice. We’re supposed to be in hiding, remember?”

A mulish expression tightened Abaddon’s features. “If I am to avoid incidences such as what happened at your home, then I must hone my skill.”

The valid point had me saying, “I’ll see what I can wrangle.”

A promise I already knew would be hard to keep. We couldn’t start a fire inside the apartment and the pastures outdoors also wouldn’t work, and not just because of the cameras. The dry fall weather would make this entire area too quick to ignite. Inside the barn? While it had concrete floors, the wooden stalls made it less than feasible. To be honest, I couldn’t think of a single place he could safely play with fire.

Luckily, that was the only time Abaddon brought it up. We spent the next week enjoying the new place inside and out since Leo showed me how I could control the cameras around the barn from the computer setup in an office nook in the loft. He didn’t even ask why I wanted them shut off. That meant once Abaddon managed to start coasting the length of the barn with his wings, he could test his flight outside.

I’ll admit, I had a stupid grin on my face the first time we went out—after dark to ensure no one saw—and he ran and leaped, his wings extending and catching an air current. He flew, up and away, circling and dipping, exclaiming in joy.

My baby dragon was growing up.

I didn’t spend the entire week catering to my dragon, despite his demand I revolve my life around him. I went back to work after the second day there and, once I gave him lessons on using the internet, got Abaddon to agree to stay inside the apartment while I was gone. It kept him busy, although I could have done without some of the conspiracy dragon-holes he went down, such as the one claiming lizard people existed. He seemed especially interested in the history of the planet but bummed when he realized I’d spoken the truth about dragons. Despite his existence, humanity now considered them to be a myth.

Every evening, when I returned from work, he’d greet me at the door—usually with a hug—before he demanded I feed him. Maddox joined us for most of those meals. He didn’t seem to mind driving out, although he didn’t sleep over at first because of Princess. It was Abaddon who told his protector after we’d been there almost a week, “You have my permission to bring that irritating feline that you might spend the night.”

A gracious invitation that had me eyeing Little Fella and saying, “No eating her, right?”

“As if I’d ruin my palate when I have such a plentiful larder.” Not exactly a no, but the best I’d probably get.

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