We remained there for a moment or two as I emptied him, leaving us shattered on the kitchen table. It was far from the first time I had caught him in that room and I had little doubt it would be the last. I drew my hand from him only to discover a thin coating of pearlescent cum across my palm.
"Vadriq," I murmured, laying it in front of him. "What did you do?"
Drunk on his climax, he took a moment before he realized what I wanted. He snatched my arm up and drew it closer before drawing one of the fingers into his mouth, slurping his own essence down.
And as I watched, as he cleaned me, I felt myself stiffening once again. I slapped his ass as punishment, but he only wiggled back against me and mmmed through the digit he swirled his tongue around.
I had everything I could ever want in the dragon man below me.
So why did my mind drift back to the witch with the blonde hair and how much I wanted to see that little, open mouth on its knees before me?
Chapter 6
Olivia
The rain pattered through the window sill, but I didn't mind. A rainy day meant I had time to do a few errands, maybe check out the ice cream shop I'd noticed when I'd made my way home the other day.
Besides, after the big jerk-off dragon, I deserved a treat. It'd been a long dig, we'd found something incredible, and I needed time to plan out how I was going to convince my cohorts that the opals were dinosaur eggs when they found out they were biological, not mineral.
I told my mother good morning, dressed in a sensible pair of khakis and a tank top, grabbed an umbrella, and made my way down the sidewalk. A quick stop at the corner store later and I had a 3-ring binder, a notebook that matched it, and a pack of pens. After all; what better place to sit down and figure out my current situation than with a sundae in front of me that was the size of my head?
I'd expected more people walking despite the rain. Every time I left the work site, everyone was hiding inside. The summer had been an exhaustive scorcher and the rain had cooled down the great outdoors to a more fall-ish vibe. But I shrugged it off. If they wanted to hide inside for three or four more months, that was up to them.
Personally, I woke up feeling like I'd been locked in a cage every single morning. I loved my work, so that wasn't the problem. But I was an outdoorsy kind of person, despite the heat, and if they'd needed a guard to camp out on the site, I probably would have volunteered to do that. Unfortunately, the Fontaines had purchased a 24-hour security team.
Oh well. More out of their pocket, but less in mine. I wandered into the ice cream shop and hid myself in a corner booth. The entire place was abandoned, but I assumed others would be in long before I was finished.
"What can we do for you, sweetheart?" asked a waitress who had fallen straight out of an all-night diner.
I glanced through the menu. "The kitchen sink sundae? Please?"
"What, you?" she stared, nearly dropping her pen.
I only looked up at her and smiled. I knew I was a lean little thing, more likely to look as if I ate like a bird. But I'd won bets at buffets when people had assumed that I couldn't polish off two plates. Heck, it'd been how Nicole and I had become friends.
She shook her head, muttering about people who wasted food, and went back to prepare my lactose-laden nightmare. I slipped a Lactaid tablet out of my purse, swallowed it, and silently hoped that it would take care of any stomach discomfort I was about to encounter. Not that it mattered if it didn't; the city was surprisingly cozy on this side of it and I could always duck into any of the little businesses and beg their assistance.
I pulled out the notebook and got to work. First problem? I hesitated to write "dragons" on the paper. Anyone who happened across it would think I'd lost my mind, and that could certainly impact my long-term advancement potential. I tapped the pen against the pad for a moment, then shrugged. If anyone asked, I could always tell them it was for a fantasy novel or a table-top adventure game. Right?
Right. I scrawled across the notebook. The dragons were following me, and I was pretty certain there was more than one. I knew Eskal must be one of them, but he'd had two other men with him who hadn't reacted well to the eggs, either. It made sense that they were dragons, or maybe some kind of relatives to dragons.
I wished I hadn't left my mother's spell books back at home. It was all nonsense, of course, but there were little rituals that kept you safe or prevented the supernatural from spying on you. As it was, I felt naked. How long had it been since I'd cared about cracking a corner of a mirror in my room to keep supernatural spookiness from creeping in on me? When had I last cast salt across my doorway to keep anyone without pure intentions from entering?
"Ridiculous. He just had on some weird contacts and you're freaking out about it," I muttered to myself.
The sundae came, delivered in a 10-quart mixing bowl. I stared at it and slowly lowered my pen, having to sit up a little straighter
