Page 31 of Dragon His Heels
I will never let this child down.
A group of dragons in human form stepped into the clearing then, joking and teasing, some with to-go coffee cups in their hands, all dressed in clothes similar to Ruby and Gabe. He stepped deeper into the shadows, taking his daughter with him.
“Why are we hiding?” she whispered.
“When I was your age, I used to do this all the time.”
“Why?”
“Because I loved to watch them fly.”
Her eyes widened and then magic shimmered in the air. Two men shifted into dragon form, soaring straight up through the treetops and circling and flying back toward the ground. They twisted and turned, clearly having fun, and as more and more people stepped into the clearing from the same path Gabe and Ruby had taken, more and more dragons filled the sky, until it looked like a synchronized swimming act—except flying. And dragons.
“Wow,” Ruby said, all but breathing the word. “They’re beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is pretty spectacular, isn’t it? Especially from here.” He glanced down and saw the excitement shining in her eyes. Narrowing his own, he said, “You are strictly forbidden from ever doing this on your own, do you understand me? I’ll bring you any time you want, but do not—I repeat—do not do this by yourself. Understand?”
“They do this a lot?” she asked instead of answering him.
“Three times a week. Warrior training. Well, our version of it, I suppose. There hasn’t been any sort of war since before I was born, so we’ve gotten lax on our regimen. But it’s still cool to watch.”
“Yeah,” Ruby said, her gaze on the sky, and then they sat down next to each other, backs against the brick, and watched the show.
***
On Wednesday morning, Gabe surfaced from sleep slowly. It was warm here in la-la land. Comfortable too. Although this bed didn’t feel like his own. It wasn’t quite as firm, and seemed smaller.
They’d ended up tumbling into Talia’s bed again last night instead of his own.
Without opening his eyes, he moved his hands over the soft, supple body sprawled across his chest.
Ah. Talia.
She was nestled between his legs with her head lying on his chest. His morning wood pressed into her stomach. Hooking his hands under her arms, he gently pulled her higher, the friction against his dick making him groan, until she snuggled her face into the crook of his shoulder. She shifted her hips, adjusting, probably trying to get comfortable, until she spread her legs, resting them on either side of his. He rolled his hips and his cock slid through her outer folds, still wet from not-quite-sex the night before. She made a little gasping noise but didn’t come fully awake.
Dropping his hands, he massaged her ass, gently kneading and lifting his hips at the same time. So, so good.
Even better if you penetrate, his dragon whispered slyly.
No!He ground his teeth but didn’t stop moving, didn’t push her away.
He could feel her heart kicking up speed and she began to breathe in short pants while her body found his rhythm. One hand clutched his shoulder while the other threaded in his hair. She was definitely awake now too.
Dry humping, that’s what this was, although there wasn’t anything dry about it. Her arousal coated both of them, and the faster they moved, it began making a wet, smacking sound. He didn’t stop, used his hands on her ass to slide her up and down along his length. A couple of times he nearly slid right into her; their bodies knew exactly what to do and very much wanted it to happen.
But they couldn’t. For one thing, no condom handy, and he doubted very much Talia was interested in becoming a mother any time soon. But most important: he didn’t want to seal the deal, make this whole fated mate thing a reality.
Even if his dragon really, really liked that idea.
Talia suddenly gripped his hair so tightly it stung, while her hips began pistoning until she cried out, her orgasm slamming into her. The reaction triggered his own, and he reached down between them, grabbed his member, and pumped urgently until creamy white streamers spurted onto his stomach.
Talia rolled onto her side next to him and fluttered her eyes open. He glanced at her and smiled.
“We really need to get some condoms,” she said.
He turned away, hoping she didn’t catch his faltering smile.
***
