“Oh. Did you bring food?” she asked.
Finally taking in what was in his hands, she felt horrible for assuming he would leave her. She should have known better.
“Where did you get that?” Her stomach rumbled, and she stifled a smile as he stood a little taller.
“I have found a place with some oddly shaped woman with two tails. My brothers enjoy the coffee there. It keeps them a little less grumpy as this trip grows longer.”
She perked up.
“Trip? You aren’t from a local pack or whatever dragons belong to?”
He tilted his head, but continued to put a bag down.
“We aren’t from around here. My brothers and I are warriors from another galaxy. We belong to a legion.”
He sat down, and the bed dipped under his weight.
“What type of coffee would you like? I brought several flavors suggested by the adolescent female. I personally have decided these hazelnut lattes are delicious.”
Studying the cups, she turned each one in the drink holder.
“This one.” She pointed to a cup with something that looked to be caramel.
Pulling it from the tray, he handed it to her.
“Here are several items from their bakery. Whatever you would like.”
Aisha’s stomach growled again as if it were having its own conversation with the food. Grasping her stomach, she peeked in the bag.
“If you are hungry, eat. I can cook as well, but I don’t think I’m very good, honestly.”
Pulling out a sandwich, she smiled.
“No need. This is perfect. So now that we’ve uh, you know. Maybe it’s time you explain things to me about you. Like, where are you from?”
8
“So let me get this straight. Aliens are real, and they aren’t green creepy dudes with enormous eyes? They’re hot dragons with bodies like gods and the ability to, well yeah,” Aisha said.
Deo nodded. If he was following her words it sounded as if it all made sense. She was understanding his meaning.
“Yes, although not all aliens would look like me,” he answered.
Aisha held her coffee cradled between her hands. Deo had hoped this discussion would be shorter and he could get back to pleasing her. He wasn’t that selfless, his own dick wouldn’t be complaining. Instead, she played a game of one million questions.
“Right. I get that, but my alien does look like a god. And you said you change into a dragon which, I mean, is hot.”
Hot? He hadn’t blown any fire around her. That would have been embarrassing. Or, well, it would be if he wasn’t trying. This would be another language barrier, he thought. He was very good at languages, but after learning their information on the humans was out of date, he assumed there was also a lot of outdated language. Command would hear about this, someday.
“What does hot mean? Other than you mean hot as in heat like the sun or fire?”
Aisha tilted her head. “Hm. Well, you are hotter than any human man I can think of heat-wise. I mean you’re hot, like when I look at you my panties are practically wet before you’ve even touched me.”
Deo followed her movements as she put the coffee on the small table next to the bed. Slowly she stood up, the sheet she’d cradled for the last few minutes slipping away. Deo’s nose flared at the scent of her.
Her legs straddled him as she settled on his lap.
The sweet aroma of arousal stirred his dragon and his dick.
“Hot means that you are good-looking. Beyond good-looking. You’re like walking sex.”
Odd words. Walking sex? He didn’t even bother asking. Instead, he went with the one language he couldn’t fuck up. He traced a hand up her thigh, his thumb grazing her heat as he stopped.
Her breath hitched and the scent of her need grew stronger.
“You are hot, my Aisha,” he whispered before claiming her lush mouth.
Distracted by his kiss, he teased her, running the backs of his fingers over her heat and slipping one digit between her folds to her slick entrance. The gasp against his mouth, a satisfying reaction. Yes, he couldn’t fuck this up.
His finger slid into her. Goddess, she was so wet. He stroked her, taking advantage of her legs spread wide on his lap. He was not letting this opportunity go.
Her breathing began to stutter against his mouth, and she broke the kiss to gasp in air.
He slipped in a second finger and started to stroke the sensitive spot that brought her the most pleasure.
“Deo-” she panted.
He smirked. “Yes, mate?”
She swallowed as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“I want you,” she breathed out, throwing her head back with a cry of pleasure.
His own need rolled through him as he watched her breasts tighten and her face flush pink. He needed her now.
Pulling out his fingers, he wrapped an arm around her back and stood, turning them around and laying her on the bed. He shoved off his pants in one quick motion.
He didn’t wait for her to catch her breath, he couldn’t wait for her. Her body called to him. He dipped his fingers into her once more and pulled them out, slicking his erection with her juices.
Gripping her legs, he pulled her to the edge of the bed in one quick motion. Leaning in, he claimed one taut peak of her breast as he pushed into her, stretching her, making her moan.
He pumped in and out as he nibbled one nub and then the other before he moved to her sweet mouth to swallow her next cry of desire. As his own desperate desire to mark her grew, he had to fight against his dragon, heightening his own desperation.
His frustration of denying his most basic need driving him to thrust into her harder and harder, fighting against his soul deep need.
He couldn’t claim her, not yet. Instead, he slammed into her over and over, feeling the waves of her core begin to milk him, pull from him and her cries growing desperate and yet still she would take more. She had to.
He couldn’t help his own need for her, he
