Page 4 of Queens Ride Horny Dragons
A green glow sparked in his hooded eyes then as he fucked me harder. Either real or imaginary, it didn’t matter because his hand sank down my front to my clit so I was squirming against both his cock and his fingers.
My orgasm coiled tight for several stuttered heartbeats and then flooded through me with abandon, pulsing through me in giant, toe-curling waves. I moaned loudly as my pussy clamped down on Calhoun. He kept fucking his way through mine until seconds later he found his. He came with a roar, his hips still driving into mine, his fingers still stroking my trembling clit.
“Oh my god, Calhoun,” I said when I could speak again.
He gave me a dangerous smile as he slid his fingertips to my cheek to cup my face in his large hand. “Is that an admission you’ll never walk right again?”
“Yes,” I sighed into his next kiss, his thumb stroking my jaw.
Road trips in self-driving cars with a hot dragon shifter were the fastest kind, it turned out. Soon, he pulled the car in front of the Vivix building, the glass and steel structure appearing even taller in the daytime. We got out, our clothes now back in place like the innocents we weren’t. The rush of early-morning traffic and pedestrians was a constant source of noise and chaos. Calhoun fed the parking meter, which made me chuckle because it was so shockingly human.
He flicked his dark gaze to me. "You like what you see?"
I took his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, which was odd because it wasn't natural for me. I’d never been the touchy-feely sort, except with Asa. But this felt right. "I really do."
We turned toward the building, and while facing it, I felt the same fear I'd had last night. It stalled my steps, and I held to Calhoun tighter, thankful I had him for support.
"Yara?" he said, his voice as gentle as I’d ever heard it.
"Fine."I nodded and dragged myself forward. "Are they going to just let us walk in here after last night?"
We stepped through the door, and the building practically echoed with its emptiness.
"I guess so," I said, answering my own question.
Up the short set of stairs, the two dragon statues that had stood on either side of the large doorway were gone, as were all the dragon shifters or any sign there had been a large gathering for human sacrifice.
"Not that I mind,” I whispered, leaning into Calhoun, “but are you sure you needed my sneaking abilities?"
"I wasn't sure what we'd find here," he said, climbing the three steps with a frown on his perfect lips. "But this wasn’t it. This is an office building on a weekday morning. Where is everyone?"
Unease chased across my shoulder blades. “I don’t know.”
We stepped lightly toward the open double doors, the lack of noise for a busy place skittering over my nerves.
“Let’s start in the dungeon,” Calhoun said.
"Always a good place to start, I always say."
"Really? Hardly words to live by for a professional thief."He gave me a skeptical look as we entered the humongous room where I'd found Asa inside a hanging birdcage.
I shook my head hard at the memory. "I'm just trying to distract myself from being here again. I wasn’t fond of it the first time."
"I’m sorry," he said, squeezing my hand. “I really am.”
"It's fine. I want to help figure things out, and I know Asa is safe. I think it's going to take me a while to not be so on edge." If ever. Though wrapped up in three dragon shifters sure was a nice distraction for the rest of it.
"I understand, maybe more than you know." He smiled then, rare for him, warm but still predatory. “The dragon shifters will be glad their queen is helping.”
I kept quiet since I wasn’t doing this for them. At all. I was here because Calhoun had asked me to come. Period.
At the end of the large room, we turned right down the narrow hallway that led to the offices.
"Locked," he grumbled as he wriggled the knob to Oliver’s door.
"D'oh se alpa," I said, using the spell Bad Mama January had taught me. But nothing happened.
"What does that mean?"
