How to Date a Dragon

Drake had no objections to her taking control. If their situations were reversed, he’d want to watch her face as they made love too. She might want to watch his eyes for a change in color, or perhaps she just wanted to gaze into them, but either way he was ready to let her.

She positioned herself over his hard erection. She sank her slick channel over his length, and there was no question about her readiness to accept him. Incredible sensations took his breath away for a moment. Then he grasped her waist and let her ride him how ever she wanted. They made eye contact and didn’t let go. A wicked little smile teased the corners of her mouth, but her eyes burned with passion.

As the pressure built, she changed her tactic and moved in a circle, grinding down on his pelvis. A sudden spike in pleasure brought on the inevitable tingles at the base of his spine, signaling a sweet release was imminent.

“I can’t hold on much longer, Bliss.”

“Then don’t. Just let go.”

“You’re coming with me.” He rubbed her clit and she bucked like a wild horse. At last, she doubled over and howled just as he spilled his seed. The pleasure that ripped through him was more powerful than anything he’d ever felt before. “Good God!”

Bliss tumbled off to one side, breathed out, “That was amazing,” then panted like she’d run a marathon.

He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her damp forehead. “Indeed it was.”

They lay happily sated for several moments, allowing the air to cool their overheated bodies. When Bliss cuddled closer, he grabbed the sheet and dragged it over them.

“Your eyes didn’t glow this time,” she said.

“Not to worry. All of me is glowing inside right now.”

They held each other in silence, basking in the lovely serenity for a few minutes. Bliss eventually stirred.

“I guess we can’t lie here all day, as much as I’d like to.”

Drake chuckled. “I know what you mean. I’m a little hungry. Can I take you out for a late dinner?”

“That sounds perfect. I’d like to go home and change, though.”

“Really? You don’t want to wear your uniform out to dinner?”

“I would if it were cute and didn’t smell like beer.”

“Gotcha. I’ll walk you home. And because tomorrow’s your day off and I don’t have to report for duty until five p.m., why don’t you pack an overnight bag?”

* * *

The following morning, Bliss awoke to bright sunshine. She and Drake had made love so many times during the night, they’d slept in to recover. Trying not to disturb her still-sleeping boyfriend—or dragon friend—or whatever, she rolled over and was about to get up when she noticed a male figure sitting on the end of the bed. She shrieked and pulled the sheet up to her neck.

Drake sat bolt upright. “What’s the matt—Oh, it’s you,” he said to the man-angel who’d rescued her from Zina’s clutches. “Bliss, this is Vulcan, a friend of mine. There’s no need to be afraid.”

“Vulcan? I—I’m not afraid. I’m stark naked under here. Jeez, guy. First you pop in on me while I’m sitting on the potty, and now I wake up to you sitting on the end of my boyfriend’s bed. What is it with you? Don’t you ever knock?”

Vulcan gave her an indulgent smile. “I’m sorry, but it was necessary.”

“How do you get through locked doors? Is that something Vulcans can do? Can you do that mind-meld thing too?”

Vulcan cleared his throat. “I’m not that kind of Vulcan—but let’s not focus on me. You have bigger problems.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Drake grabbed his underwear off the floor and tugged it on while exposing his tight butt.

Bliss had no hope of reaching her clothes, which were on his side, so she pulled the sheet loose and wrapped it around herself.

“It’s Zina. I’m afraid she got away,” Vulcan said. “I searched all night, but wherever she is, she’s managed to conceal herself quite well.”

“Shit,” Drake said. Then he looked at Bliss. “I’m sorry. Please excuse the language.”

“If you hadn’t said it first, I would have.” She focused on their unexpected guest as she rose. “So, now what?”

“Now you can take precautions. I imagine she’ll show herself again. Perhaps more directly. I have the feeling she’s becoming more desperate. I’ll stay with you, Bliss. Drake, you should be safe as long as you’re surrounded by people. I doubt she’d reveal her supernatural identity in public.”

“Why not?” Bliss asked. “If she’s getting desperate, why wouldn’t she use all the powers at her disposal?”

Drake picked up the rest of his clothes and tossed them in a hamper she hadn’t noticed. It was neatly concealed in his nightstand drawer. “Because paranormals know better than to do that. There would be far- reaching repercussions.”

“But what if she just loses it? She seems easily unhinged and doesn’t care about anyone but herself.”

“If she was caught, can you imagine what would happen to her?” Drake exchanged a look with Vulcan, making her think there was more to it than just government experiments. Drake crossed to his dresser, grabbed a pair of jeans from the bottom drawer, and hopped into them.

“No, I can’t. Why don’t you tell me? We promised to be honest with each other, didn’t we?”

Vulcan groaned and looked away.

“What?” Now I know there’s definitely more to it. But would she be able to drag it out of one of them? She sighed, then thought about how her mother always advised that she’d catch more bees with honey than vinegar. Maybe she could try that approach.

“Drake, my darling, my love, what is it you’re not telling me?”

He bit his lip and looked to Vulcan as if distressed. Vulcan raised his hands, palms up. “Don’t look at me. You’re the one who made that stupid promise.”

“Stupid?” Bliss was indignant that this whatever he was would call total honesty in a relationship “stupid.” It made him seem less like an angel. Maybe he was some kind of demon, but why would Drake call him a friend?

“No one is saying honesty is stupid, honey. It’s just that some things require the right timing or circumstances.”

“And some things are on a need-to-know basis,” Vulcan added.

Obviously, she didn’t need to know whatever they were trying so hard not to say. Bliss bit out the word, “Fine,” between clenched teeth, then grabbed her overnight bag and stomped off to the bathroom.

Chapter 15

When Bliss shut the door a little firmly, Vulcan looked at Drake and shrugged. “I’ll never understand women.”

“What’s so hard to understand? She knows we’re hiding something and deliberately keeping her in the dark. Considering it may have to do with a crazy she-dragon who wants to kill her, I think she has a valid point.”

“But you cannot tell her about the Council. Mother Nature’s adamant about that.”

“I know. I wasn’t planning to do that anytime soon.”

“Is that how you keep your promise to Mother Nature and also manage total honesty with Bliss? I’ll tell her… but some other time? Like on her deathbed?”

Thinking about Bliss dying brought him up short. Yes, some day he would lose her. The Council, on the other hand…