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
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 it 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.
