How to Date a Dragon

this talk before, but I still don’t have any. The good news is I can’t get you pregnant, and I don’t have any diseases. The department insists on thorough checkups.”

Bliss paused a moment, then said, “Works for me.”

“How about you? Ever been tested?”

“I donate blood a lot. They’d tell me to stop if they found HIV or hepatitis C, and I don’t have herpes or anything else.”

She waved her tush in a provocative invitation. Drake groaned.

Positioning himself behind her, he tested her wetness. Oh, yeah. No problem there. “I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts.”

Bliss faced forward and nodded.

He positioned the head of his cock at her opening and rubbed some of her juices over it. He was large and really didn’t want to hurt her. Fortunately, as he entered, she sighed.

He was only feeling now, inching into her until he was fully seated. With no sign of protest on her part, Drake began a slow rhythm. He sucked in air and gave up breathing completely while heated sensations rose to a fevered pitch.

“Oh, that feels so good. You can go faster if you want to.”

He wanted to, but he didn’t want to give her a wham, bam, “Thank you, ma’am,” either. He was already so turned on that his shaft was pulsing with need.

“Let me lead. I think you’ll enjoy the experience.”

“Oh yeah. I’m being bossy again.” She snickered. “Sorry.”

Drake leaned over her back and whispered endearments into her ear. He found her clit with his finger and rubbed it in a circular motion at the same slow speed as his thrusts.

She moaned but sounded a bit frustrated. Good. It’ll be that much sweeter when I finally make her come.

Drake carried on like that until she whimpered.

He took pity on her, knowing she was as turned on as he was. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes. Harder, faster, please.”

He answered her by speeding up and increasing the pressure on her clit. He rubbed it so quickly that a vibrator couldn’t have done better. She moaned and sped up her answering momentum.

Such pleasure. An animalistic instinct took over and drove him to take her without restraint. His heart pounded. He thrust faster and faster, pushing them toward the ultimate release.

He wanted her to come before him. He needed her to fathom all of what he was feeling and share every drop of joy.

Their bodies gleamed with sweat, and his breath puffed out, becoming a smoke curl against her neck. Uh-oh. He leaned over and licked her there, tasting her salty skin. He kept it up until she was so close, she was just a whisper away.

At last, she quivered and shattered, screaming her release. Drake felt like he was going to die if he held off much longer. His body temperature was rising, but he wanted her to ride out her orgasm to the very last aftershock.

He glanced at his arm and noticed the hardness that signaled his dragon scales were about to form. Shit. He had to let himself come and do it quickly before she noticed something strange.

Her quivering died down as did her screams, so he let his finger leave her clit. His climax exploded. He rode its waves of pleasure with his hands gripping her bottom—grateful they were still hands with fingernails instead of talons.

As the last aftershock rolled through him, he checked his arms and torso. Whew. He’d come soon enough to avoid shifting this time. He’d have to come up with a strategy to stop the heat buildup and possible loss of control over his shift. He smiled to himself as he realized the obvious answer was to have sex more often.

He withdrew and collapsed onto his side next to Bliss. She fell to her side, facing him. Despite her panting breaths, she appeared totally relaxed and sated. She didn’t seem to have noticed anything strange. He gathered her into his arms and pulled her to his heaving chest.

That was a close one, moron.

Chapter 8

Drake checked in with his firehouse and discovered that they were out on a run. His conscience kept pricking at him for taking a whole day off when he was no longer injured.

“Bliss, honey. I have to go to work.”

“But I already called and told them you were in an accident. How would it look if you showed up feeling perfectly fine? And, while we’re at it, how can you be in such good shape? I thought you broke some ribs.”

Drake patted his rib cage. “They must have just been bruised, not broken. I’m still a little sore, but not like last night. Those pills you gave me… what were they?”

Bliss looked sheepish. “Percocet. I shouldn’t have given you anything that strong without a doctor’s prescription. They really knocked you for a loop.”

Drake was aware of how he’d slurred his words when he told her he was a dragon. He was actually grateful for that. He hadn’t thought through the best way to explain his alternate form and decide how the conversation should begin. “Hey, honey. I’m a dragon,” didn’t work out so well.

He really needed to plan it better. He’d have to let her see certain things he could do. He needed her to believe him next time, hopefully without transforming in front of her and scaring her to death. Since he’d given her zero preparation, it was a blessing she simply thought he was out of his mind.

But he did tell her. Later on, he could make that claim and she couldn’t accuse him of being dishonest. Knowing Bliss, she’d think it, even if she didn’t come right out and say it. Who am I kidding? Of course she’ll say it.

She stroked his chest gently. “Are you sure you’re all right now?”

He captured her waist and drew her against his hard length, letting his erection speak for him. She glanced down between them. “Ah, I see. You really are feeling better.”

“And if I don’t leave soon, I might feel too good to leave at all.”

One side of Bliss’s mouth turned up. “Oh, well, if that’s the case, I’d better kick you out. I’ve got stuff to do today.”

He laughed. Typical Bliss. “You should make a card for that.”

“Oh, I have some. I call those the ‘don’t overstay your welcome’ cards. You, however, are welcome whenever we have a few spare minutes.”

She tipped up her face for a long, tender kiss. He cupped her head and let her silky dark hair glide over his fingers. As much as he wished he could stay there and fool around with this remarkable woman all morning, he really had to go.

“I’ll call you later in the day. We can check our schedules and hopefully plan something fun to do together.”

“That would be nice.”

One more long kiss later, he managed to force himself out the door and downstairs.

* * *

Angie strolled around the corner humming. “Is he gone?”

“Yes, he just left. Nice of you to hum a warning.”

She grinned. “I hope you’ll do the same for me. Someday.” Her smile suddenly diminished.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Angie let out a long sigh. “Not really. Tory flirts with me, but… I don’t know.”