Dead Sexy Dragon (Dragon Heat) Page 5

  Stig glanced down to where her fingers rested against his scales. Quite unexpectedly, the greenish black hue of his dragon hide slowly transformed to a reddish orange color. The texture seemed to change too.

  “It’s smooth like normal skin.” Cora petted him. “I wonder….” She placed a second hand on his chest and the same thing happened. Her surprised gaze moved to his face. “Does this always happen?”

  “No.” Stig’s voice had changed too. No longer was it garbled by the forced transformation of his throat and vocal cords. As he tried to process what was happening, a tremor of pain rolled along his back. Snapping and crunching ensued as his dragon characteristics, the snout and curved spine, talons and more, melted away as they normally did at sunrise.

  When it was all done, Stig stood in his human body with the bizarre orange and red mottled skin. His black wings remained folded against his back. His head spun. What had Cora done? How had she done it? Could it be that they were bound?

  “Did…did I do this?” Cora kept her hands firmly planted on his chest, seemingly afraid she’d hurt him if she took them away.

  He nodded, still in shock from the transformation to this new form. “How do I look?”

  “You’re you, the human you, but with an orange tint and yellow eyes. Oh and wings.” She lifted a hand and started to touch them but stopped. She turned questioning eyes toward him. “May I?”

  Stig flexed his shoulders. His wings exploded in a burst of black with brilliant orange streaks. That was also new. They used to be acid green and black.

  “Wow,” Cora breathed in wonder. “They’re gorgeous.”

  “Thank you.”

  With one hand firmly on his chest, she stroked the reptilian membranes stretched between the bony supports. Her head moved from side to side in absolute fascination. “This is wild.”

  Stig couldn’t hold back the laugh her remark elicited. It came out on a wave of relief. All this time he’d feared her reaction, feared she’d run away from him in horror, when in reality she was fascinated and accepting of him. Perhaps all along she’d been destined to be his.

  “So you’re what? A dragon?” She sought confirmation for her deduction.

  Stig nodded. “Yes.”

  “And you’re immortal.”

  “Yes.”

  “How did you hide this while you were in the military?”

  “I only experience this uncontrollable and forced transformation when I’m in heat. The rest of the time I’m in complete control of my beast. I can shift fully into dragon form or I can tap into his—our—power whenever I need it in human form.”

  Her fingers traced the orange in his wings. “What kind of powers?”

  “As a dragon, I can fly and breathe fire. In my human form, I can use my night vision, enhanced hearing, and healing capabilities.”

  “Fire?” She seemed impressed.

  “My breed is known for fire breathing.”

  “There are other breeds?”

  He nodded. “Among the Brothers, we have fire breathers, thunder clappers, and lightning strikers. Some of them fly at supersonic speeds or spit acid. We’re all different colors in our dragon form. I’m a Norwegian Greenback but there are Welsh Reds who have brilliant crimson scales and there are Orange Gauls, to name a few. ”

  Her forehead creased with confusion. “Brothers?”

  “The Brotherhood of the Green Hide,” he clarified. “We’re an elite group of dragons who protect various allied tribes against the Knights.”

  “Knights?”

  “The Knights of St. George. The slayers of our kind. It’s an old blood feud.” He sensed she was having a hard time taking it all in and smiled down at her. “I can explain all of this tomorrow in more detail.”

  “Okay.” Cora traced a scar on his chest. “Bullet?”

  “Yes. From Kandahar.”

  A thoughtful look came over her face. “Did Hector know you were a dragon?”

  Remorse darkened his mood. “No.”

  “Did you ever want to tell him?”

  “Every day,” Stig admitted. “We were like brothers and I hated keeping it from him.”

  She ventured a guess. “But you were afraid?”

  He nodded. “This isn’t the kind of thing people react well to hearing.”

  “I’d imagine not.”

  Stig studied her beautiful face. “You actually don’t seem all that shocked by what you’re seeing, Cora.”

  “I know. It’s strange but I was actually envisioning something much worse. This”—she caressed his chest—“I can handle.”

  Wondering at the extent of Cora’s effect on him, Stig tested his wings. They fluttered up and down before retracting fully. He rolled his neck and arched his back slightly as the rippling pain of ending the change swamped him. Taking control of his inner beast, Stig willed the dragon to leave him completely. By slow degrees, his skin faded back to its normal color.

  “Your eyes,” Cora said. “They’re still, you know, dragony.”

  He snorted with amusement. “Dragony? Is that even a word?”

  “It is now.”

  Cora cupped his jaw and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. He couldn’t resist the temptation and lowered his mouth to meet hers. He enjoyed the sensation of her full lips pressed against his. There was something to be said for such a chaste kiss. It only heightened the anticipation factor. Just where would this kiss lead?

  Stig surrendered to the insistent push of Cora’s searching tongue. He shouldn’t have but he did. Their tongues touched timidly at first and then grew bolder. She tasted of minty toothpaste and he wanted more. His hands slid along the curve of her back and outlined her pert ass. He grasped the fleshy cheeks and hauled her closer to his heaving chest. Chains scraped against stone with his movement. Cora wound her arms around his neck and thrust her breasts against him.

  Soon they’d reach the point of no return. They were playing with fire and someone was bound to get burned.

  With a pained groan, Stig ended their kiss and tore free. He hid his mouth in the loose waves of her hair. Her scent tantalized and threatened to smash what little control he maintained. “We have to stop.”

  “No,” Cora growled with frustration and attacked his neck with her lips and teeth. She nibbled a particularly sensitive spot that sent shock waves straight to his cock.

  “Cora!” Stig tried to push her away but she wouldn’t be moved. She planted her feet and held tight to his waist. He frowned down at her in utter consternation. “Why?”

  She kissed his jaw. “Why not?”

  “Did you get a good look at me earlier?”

  “Yes. Right now, I see the same sexy Stig that I’ve craved for years. So you were green and then orange and had dragon wings and were kind of scary. Big fucking deal. You should see some of the guys who hit on me.”

  Stig snorted. “I’m flattered, really, but we shouldn’t.”

  “Shouldn’t?” Cora smirked and licked her initials onto his pec. “I think you’re folding.”

  She was right. He’d gone from can’t to shouldn’t in only a few moments. A little more of that sexy tongue flicking over his skin and he’d melt in submission. Judging by the mischievous gleam in her eyes, Cora knew it, too, and seemed determined to get exactly what she wanted.

  She maintained contact with one hand and then the other as she wiggled out of her nightgown. His appreciative gaze raked her naked curves. She had such gorgeous tanned skin and breasts that bounced full and heavy. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them. A little teasing and she’d purr with satisfaction.

  Cora tossed aside her nightgown before licking, nipping, and kissing her way down his torso. Stig’s mouth went dry as she dropped to her knees. So many times he’d fantasized about exactly this moment. She looked so damn sexy kneeling like that. He gazed down into her dazzling green eyes and trembled with the depth of desire reflected in them.

  Yet it wasn’t just lust shining there. It was the promise of so much more—and i
t scared him. Cora couldn’t possibly understand what she was doing. She couldn’t fathom the kind of consequences the simple act of sex would incur.

  “Wait, Cora. We can’t do this. You don’t want to— Oh God!” Stig’s exclamation echoed in the holding cell. Cora’s pink tongue flicked the crown of his rock-hard cock and shattered his control. She playfully nibbled the head of his penis and lightly stroked his stiff shaft.

  Whatever chance they may have had of averting disaster imploded in that moment. Stig’s lust ignited with a fury he’d never imagined possible. His primal instincts took hold and all troubling thoughts of consequences disappeared. He wanted Cora, needed her, and that was all that mattered now.

  “Suck me harder.” Stig sifted his thick fingers through her silky hair. Cora was only too happy to comply with his order. Her plump lips closed around him and pulled the length of his cock deep into the hot, wet recess of her mouth. He let loose a low moan to let her know how fucking amazing it felt.

  Cora seemed to enjoy his encouragement and hummed around his shaft. The vibrations traveled the length of his erection and shook his taut sac. He sucked in a long breath and watched Cora’s bobbing head. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slippery mouth made him so hot. Electric sparks arced through his lower belly. He stroked her hair and whispered dirty things in her ear.

  His groin pulled tight. A quiver of ecstasy rattled him like a warning shot. His body went rigid in preparation for an orgasm. He’d dreamed of this moment, of spilling inside her mouth, for so long but his inner beast revolted at the thought. The dragon side of him panicked and took control. He yanked back from Cora’s mouth with just seconds to spare. A little more stimulation and he would have been gone.

  With deep breaths and clenched fists, he managed to keep his orgasm in check but his balls ached something fierce at the abrupt interruption. Cora slid her hands up and down his thighs and gazed up at him questioningly. He caressed her face and brushed his thumb over her swollen lower lip. A flush of exertion tinged her cheeks the prettiest shade of pink. Desire darkened her irises.

  Wordlessly, Stig reached down and lifted her off the floor. He cupped her backside with one hand and the back of a thigh with another as she wound her legs around his waist. She grasped his twitching cock and guided it to the slick entrance of her sex. He held her in place, hovering mere centimeters from penetration as she teased the sensitive head of his penis against her wet folds. She nuzzled her mouth against his. Their noses touched briefly as she flicked her tongue against his upper lip.

  Stig shifted Cora slightly to press the head of his cock between those slick, swollen pussy lips. He rocked his hips and impaled her on his shaft. She exhaled with pure ecstasy. Stig’s eyelids lowered as Cora gently stroked his cheek and kissed him tenderly. The sweet, gentle purity of it stole his breath. He swept a loving hand along the smooth curve of her back.

  Cora wound her arms behind his neck and braced her feet on the stone wall. She pushed against it to aid her rhythmic up and down movements. Stig’s arms flexed as he bore her weight, enabling her to bounce as fast or as slow as she desired. She made love to his mouth, her tongue sensually sliding against his.

  There was something so incredibly erotic about the rattling chains punctuating their languid movements. They scraped against the stone and jangled loudly. Stig had never played the part of the bound lover. The novelty of being completely at Cora’s mercy heightened the illicit nature of their tryst. Visions of someday securing her to a wall and ravishing her flitted through his mind.

  Cora pressed her cheek to his. Staccato breaths tickled his ear. Her thighs tightened around his waist. Fingernails bit into his skin. Recognizing all the signs of impending orgasm, Stig grasped her ass and pounded into her. He wanted to hear her screams ricochet throughout the cavern. He wanted to feel her sweet cunt milking his cock.

  “Stig!” Cora shouted his name a fraction of a second before she came. She undulated wildly and clawed at him. He didn’t dare slow the pace of his thrusts. Head thrown back, she yelled his name over and over. He lowered his mouth to a pebbled nipple and sucked it between his lips, rolling his tongue over the peak, torturing her with the sensual movement. She cried out shrilly at the unexpected suckling and came again.

  The pulsing sheath clasping at his cock drove him mad. There was no holding back the climax rushing through him. His entire body went rigid as he slammed deep inside her tight pussy and shot jets of hot cum. His body hummed with the strangest vibrations, vibrations that seemed to emanate from the very stones beneath his bare feet. It was as if they’d come from the Earth herself. A sense of completeness saturated every fiber of his being.

  Stig slowly crumpled to the ground and carefully took Cora with him. She shifted until she sat sideways across his lap. Her head rested against his shoulder. He caressed her soft hair and kissed her temple.

  “Do you have to stay here all night?”

  “Yes. The locks won’t open until morning.” Even if he could have unlocked them, Stig wouldn’t have. Although he felt less feral under Cora’s constant touch, he couldn’t take the risk. If she stopped touching him…

  “Then I’ll stay.” Cora snuggled closer and smiled contentedly.

  He started to tell her she didn’t need to make such a grand gesture but stopped himself. Honestly he liked her company. He’d been so lonely. Her warm, nubile body cradled in his arm presented a stark contrast to his normal solitude.

  Cora’s startling effect on him in his dragon state proved what he’d always suspected. She was special and precious. He began to suspect that the way her body called to him was about more than just simple attraction. This little human had tempted him to break the covenants of his blood oath to the Brotherhood and he didn’t regret the rash decision one bit.

  He claimed her mouth with a grateful kiss. “Thank you. It won’t be comfortable, though. Probably going to be a long night.”

  She grinned up at him and ran her finger along his jaw. “Oh, I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”

  His brow arched as he smiled amusedly. “Care to elaborate?”

  Cora’s sneaky little fingers meandered down his stomach and eventually found their way to his already stiffening erection. He hissed as they brushed against the sensitive crown of his cock. Her eyes glinted mischievously.

  It was going to be one very long night indeed.

  Chapter Five

  Cora woke to the annoying beep of an alarm. She squinted at her unusual surroundings. The chainsaw snore of the man draped along her back cleared her fuzzy mind. She glanced down at the tanned arm curled around her waist. The bizarre orange coloring had fled with daylight. She swept her fingers over the skin and tried to reconcile the unreal experience of the night prior.

  Stig was a dragon.

  The statement was no less surreal now. The man she’d loved from afar for so long was a creature of myth and fantasy. It should have freaked her out, but she found it oddly fascinating and exciting. More importantly it was a secret Stig had shared with her and no other human. That he trusted her enough to tell her such a thing spoke volumes. It was a confidence she wouldn’t dare break.

  He stirred behind her. His deep inhale ruffled the fine hairs along her neck. She shivered as his soft lips trailed gentle kisses along the curve of her shoulder. His hand slid around and tenderly clasped her breast. He caressed the nipple with the pad of his thumb until the peak stood at attention. When he nibbled her earlobe, Cora moaned and pressed back against the erection jutting between the cheeks of her bottom. An illicit thrill shook her core. They hadn’t done that yet but it was definitely something she wanted to try.

  Stig chuckled low, his voice still a bit raspy, and nipped at her shoulder. “Let’s go upstairs. Do this someplace a bit more comfortable.”

  Cora wholeheartedly agreed with his suggestion. A night on the cold stone floor left her body stiff and a bit sore. It was nothing a nice hot shower with Stig wouldn’t cure, though.

 
Stig shed his cuffs and helped her stand. Hand in hand, they made their way upstairs, Cora one step behind him. She wished it wasn’t so damn dark. The view of his flexing backside would have been unbelievable from that angle. She didn’t hold back the urge to reach out and pinch him as they stepped into the kitchen. Stig yelped, spun around with superhuman speed, and tossed her over his shoulder. He playfully swatted her derriere, eliciting a squeal from her. She tried to wiggle free but it was no use. Once Stig clamped that big hand across her ass, she was his prisoner. There was nothing to do but allow him to cart her upstairs.

  He carefully set her down in the bathroom. Cora looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long kiss that led to another and things got heated quickly. Amid the groping hands and sighs of pleasure, Cora managed to squirm free long enough to turn on the water and adjust the temperature.

  Stig scooped her up again and placed her in the shower. The hot water felt so good pounding against her sore muscles and joints. Stig’s big hands felt even better as they kneaded her shoulders. His lips skimmed her neck and cheek. She turned into his searching mouth and found his kiss. He seemed gentler and less aggressive this morning as he sensually devoured her lips. Apparently his dragon form affected his libido and demeanor. Cora liked that he could be animalistic and wild one night and sweet and tender the next morning.

  They spread soapy suds along one another’s bodies. She enjoyed running her lathered mitts over his muscled chest and arms. Last night had seemed so fantastical and otherworldly. This hot, steamy shared shower seemed much more real. No wings, no scales, no snout, and no chains. They were a normal couple enjoying a morning tryst.

  She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Stig’s fingertips gliding over her skin. His hand probed between her thighs. His slick fingers slid between the folds and teased over her clit. She pushed back against him in encouragement of his exploration. He strummed just enough to get her worked up and then carefully directed her beneath the shower spray.