Fire Breathing Beast: Dragons of the Bayou Book 1 Page 7

  “I would trust Cezar with my own life. And yes, the young males were very excited to stay with Cezar.”

  Nick and Casey were probably happy to have a man around for a while. I felt another pang of guilt in regards to my parenting abilities and the fact that I hadn’t provided the boys with a male role model to help them transition into manhood.

  “We have a few days with no interference to enjoy each other.” He hummed low in his throat. “And I would like to spend every second with you and most of them in this bed.”

  “But, work…I have to go to work.”

  “If you insist on going, I will take you.”

  “Bax…”

  “The young males took him to Cezar’s house. I just wish I could see the dragon playing with that mutant.”

  I was still riding a wave of pleasure induced stupor and I just nodded. I’d be going to work, but we could hash out the details later. The rest of what he was saying didn’t make much sense, either, but I couldn’t take it apart all at one time. I needed to be out of bed and a few feet away from Beast first.

  “You are perfect.” He stood up suddenly and scooped me under my arms, lifting me to my feet in the bed like a child. Almost eye to eye with me, he shook his head and ran his fingers through my hair. “I never thought I’d find my mate. Especially here, in this world. Humans, I wouldn’t have thought they were made to handle us. But, here you are. Perfect. And I shall be so gentle with you. And I shall care for you with everything I possess. I promise.”

  My knees felt weak. I was weak. I had so many things I needed to process and think through, but instead, I was so caught up in his compliments and sweet words that I couldn’t think straight. “There are other worlds?”

  He grinned. “Of course. My world was ruled by dragons. Some of us were harsh. Some, like Cezar were not.”

  “And you?”

  His grin diminished. “I liked power.”

  My stomach twisted and I cupped his cheek in my hand. “What happened? Why did you come here?”

  “The dragon slayers.”

  “There are dragon slayers?”

  “There are always dragon slayers, little one. In my world, they rose up and fought harder than we thought possible. We underestimated them. A grave error. They killed thousands of our brethren. We could have stayed and fought. That was my choice, and I believed we could’ve killed them all. Yet, as was pointed out, not without enduring many more casualties on our side. Cezar, always a peace-keeper and diplomat, found a way for us to leave, to spare losing any more of our race. We lived. The slayers lived. Everyone won, or so he said.”

  “Are there dragon slayers here?”

  He held my waist and pulled me into him. “A different sort, it seems.”

  “What?” Feeling instantly panicked, I looked around like there might be one of the hunters standing behind me waiting to drive a sword through Beast’s chest. Or a bullet. I was so out of my league.

  “Calm, mate. I just meant to say…” He hesitated and then kissed me. “According to our history, every dragon has its slayer. For some, it’s literal. A sword, dagger, or an arrow to the heart, killing us dead. For others, it’s just a thing we say. Swords and arrows aren’t the only way to take a dragon’s heart. Sometimes, a beautiful human female with soft curves and kisses that light fires in one’s soul is enough to capture a fierce dragon’s heart.”

  I licked my lips and swallowed. It felt comically loud. “You mean me?”

  He nodded. “Slayed me the second I saw you.”

  “Beast…” I shook my head. I wasn’t… I couldn’t be that for him. “I don’t know about all of this.”

  “I do. You do, too if you allow yourself. You feel the connection between us. I know you do. You saw me lose control. You saw me in that in between form and you didn’t run screaming. You even allowed me to mark you, drink from you. We are connected inside and out, now.”

  My heart sped up and I probably would’ve collapsed on the bed if he hadn’t lifted me into his arms. We brushed against one another, bare skin to bare skin, and it was almost enough to make me forget how alarming his statement was. Almost. Truth be told, I couldn’t be any sort of slayer to him. My first responsibility lay elsewhere. I couldn’t give the boys the life they needed if I was shacking up with a…a… dragon from another world! It wasn’t fair of me to give up on trying to create the stable, normal life that I’d been trying to create for the past six years. Something I definitely couldn’t do if I was with Beast.

  He wasn’t wrong, though. I did feel something. I had from the start, too. Otherwise, I would’ve called the cops pretty much right away. When he’d followed me home, I would have called the cops. When he’d burst into my bedroom, I would have called the cops. When he’d refused to leave my house and ended up sleeping on the couch, I would have called the cops. When he’d grown sharp ass teeth and sank them into me, well, I would have screamed and run off the dock, but then I would have called the cops. Instead, despite my fighting it, I had reacted in a completely irrational manner because of my insane attraction to him.

  It was like some sort of magic spell had suddenly taken over my entire listless and utterly magicless life and enchanted it. I wanted more, but I couldn’t remain in the magic. It wasn’t real. I knew I had to go back to normal, but wondered, nevertheless if maybe there couldn’t be some sort of compromise.

  I hated to do it, but I had to…“This is going to sound terrible, Beast, but… I can give this thing between us a week max, no more. I feel those things for you, I do, but I need to have a normal life. A stable life. A life where dragons are things of fairytales and medieval folklore. A life where I work my boring little waitressing job in a boring little café in Lafourche Parish and raise my two nephews up to be good, kind, hardworking southern gentlemen.

  “If you can’t agree to a week, I understand and will walk away now. I don’t want to, though. This whole thing is a first for me—a first in so many ways, and I want to prolong it for just a few more days.”

  He sat down with me on his lap and repositioned me so I was straddling him. “You are mine, Sky. Forever. Dragons mate for life, and it is a very, very long life.”

  I shivered. “I can’t do forever.”

  “You will. I’m going to take forever.” His low growl told me that he truly planned on it.

  I rolled my eyes. “Just tell me that you’ll accept a week and then we’ll figure it out.” It was so selfish of me, but as much as I knew I should walk away right then with all his “forever” talk, I just wanted a few more days with him. “Please.”

  He scowled. “I did not expect the first time you begged me would be for me to let you leave.”

  I smiled, seeing that that was all the give I was going to get from him. “Maybe I could do a little of the other kind of begging, if it’d make you feel better.”

  He sighed and pouted like a little boy. “It would.”

  I sank to the floor between his knees and rested my hands on his bare thighs. “I’ve never done this before.”

  Beast’s eyes glowed and I felt some of his power flood my veins. “What are you doing?”

  I waggled my eyebrows. “It’s called a blow job.”

  “A blow job?”

  I took him in my hands and nodded. “Maybe you have a different name for it where you come from.”

  Beast

  We did not have blow jobs in the old world. In an instant, I rejoiced that we had left the old, outdated world behind for a new world where mates took your cock into their mouths. I dismissed any prejudices I had left of the old world being better. The new world was where I belonged. Not only because of my mate, but…blow jobs.

  I was still thinking about it the next day while I watched Sky run around the café taking food and drinks to people. After a wondrous night together, I wasn’t sure how she was still moving with so much pep. I was an immortal dragon. I had the ability to replenish everything my body needed almost instantly but she was a human.

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p; Her movements were slightly stiffer. Obviously, those last few rounds of love-making had left her sore. She’d driven me mad with desire, though. Her cries, demanding more each time, could not be ignored. No self-respecting dragon would deny his mate. It was my duty to satisfy my Sky. When she begged me to drive into her hard and fast, I’d worried about breaking her, but she’d taken me and given just as good.

  My mate was perfect. Not just perfect for me, although she was that, but perfect—in every way. I watched the human males in the place carefully. Surely, they could all see how beautiful, how special, she was. I worried that they’d want to try to fuck her. I’d kill any of them that dared to touch her. She was mine. Despite her silly idea of a week, I’d never let her go. She wouldn’t be able to leave me, either. She was marked. We were joined.

  Soon, she would realize that she had no reason to want to leave me. I would tend to her every need. I would shower her with everything she wanted, and I would do the same for the young males. I would fight for them just as fiercely as I would fight for her because they, too, were our family. I needed only to wait until the realization sunk into her head that we were fated to be together and that our lives were interwoven forever.

  She glanced over at me like she could hear what I was thinking, and rolled her eyes. It made me want to pull her down on the table and lick her cunt until she screamed. She knew that, too, since she grinned and swayed her hips as she walked away.

  Fuck. Everything about her made me come alive. My home no longer felt lonely, and after the boys came home to stay with us, it would be even better. Or, if she wanted something different, I’d build her that. I didn’t care. I’d build whatever castle she wanted, wherever she wanted.

  She sashayed her plump ass over to me after a few minutes and stopped too far away from me. “You could just go home, you know?”

  “And do what? Wish I was looking at you?”

  Her cheeks turned red and she tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ears. “You could do whatever it was you did before me. Live your life.”

  “What life? Before you, I was waiting for you. I did nothing before you, little one. I’ve been here, in this world, for almost eighty years and all I’ve done is become relatively companionable with an alligator and build my castle.”

  Her eyes went wide. “Eighty years?”

  “About.”

  “How old are you?”

  I raised my eyebrows, like she did. “You don’t ask a dragon how old he is.”

  “A hundred?”

  I shook my head.

  “Two hundred?”

  Again, wrong.

  “Three hundred?”

  “Nope.”

  “What? You’re older than three hundred?”

  “A lot older.”

  She swayed and then leaned against the table. “Holy shit.”

  I shrugged. “I think I look good for my age.”

  She suddenly laughed, the bright tinkling sound of it drawing the attention of almost every male in the room, which was unfortunate, because although it made my cock harden, it also made me want to kill the other males who could hear it. “You look good for any age.”

  I puffed my chest out and raised my chin in pride. “When can we leave?”

  She looked at her watch and licked her lips. “I have another four hours. I get a break in a little bit, though. We could maybe take a walk.”

  “I don’t want to walk.”

  She leaned over and pressed her lips against my ear. From that angle, I could see straight down her shirt and her heavy breasts bounced slightly in front of me. “Unless you want to have a quickie right here, in front of everyone, we have to take a walk.”

  I growled. “I will allow no one to see you.”

  “Then we’ll take a walk, my possessive dragon.”

  I kissed her hard, it was what I needed in that moment to calm myself. “Hurry.”

  She moved away, stopping by tables and charming people as I watched. She smiled sweetly and treated everyone as kindly and as friendly as possible and I watched as they naturally fell for her charms. It wasn’t hard to imagine her in the old world, in my old castle, entertaining my people as she fed them. She was the perfect queen.

  Then, she was grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the front door with her. Around the side of the building and behind an old rusted out truck that blocked us from view of anyone who happened to look down the alley towards us. And my queen dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. Before I spilled my seed, I dragged her up and pushed her over the back of the truck. Sliding into her tight sheath felt like coming home.

  While I hadn’t been sure about the idea initially, by the time we were finished and back inside the café, I was a fan of quickies. My head spun and she was in complete domination of every one of my senses. Her smell, her taste, the feel of her, it was all I could process. Watching her walk around, smiling politely, knowing that I’d just released my seed in her, it fueled a flame inside that I didn’t know what to do about. I couldn’t just throw her over my shoulder and take her home, but holding on to my sanity was a savage battle as everything about her pushed me towards doing just that.

  I hoped she would not be able to walk away because if by chance she managed to, it would kill me. I would never be done. There was no way. I simply needed to show her why we belonged together, why it was the only thing that made sense.

  Sky

  I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to make it through the entire work day without losing my mind. Even the quickie with Beast hadn’t been enough. I was sore and exhausted, and still my body demanded him—craved him. I’d gone from a virgin to a raging nymphomaniac in less than a day. Nothing like making up for lost time.

  After work, I was barely able to wait for him to fly us to his castle before I ripped off my clothes and we made love on the dock. The wood dug into my back and Beast had to find a splinter that had lodged itself in my hip, but it had been hot and so worth it.

  Another round later in the shower, and I was dressed in one of Beast’s shirts and a pair of his boxers that I’d had to roll about a hundred times to keep up on my hips. I was staring across the house at Beast as he worked on making something in the kitchen, weighing whether or not I had it in me to go at it again right there in the kitchen. The muscles in my thighs were achy and my core was almost too sensitive to be touched, but he was so delicious and I wanted him again.

  In just a pair of boxers, he moved through the kitchen, making something for us to eat. His back rippled with strength, his meaty ass and thick, strong thighs flexed as he grabbed something from the fridge making me drool. His hair was still wet from the shower. He was hotter than any man should ever be allowed to be. It was eating my brain to be so turned on by him constantly.

  “Beast.”

  His back stiffened, but he didn’t turn to face me. “Don’t say my name like that when I know you’re too sore for me to make love to you again right now, Sky.”

  I got up and strode across to him. Wrapping my arms around him and pressing my cheek against his back, I sighed. “What is happening to me? I can’t stop this lustful ache to have you inside of me.”

  He held my arms and blew out a rough breath. “You’ll be used to me eventually, little one, and you won’t get as sore.”

  Eventually. That word. It soured my stomach. We didn’t have eventually. No matter what he said.

  I pulled away and settled on one of the stools at his island. “I want to check on the boys tonight.”

  He was quiet for a few minutes and then turned to look at me. “Cezar is bringing them over for you to see.”

  “How do you know?”

  He tapped his head. “We can communicate. He’ll be over soon. They’re playing some game right now.”

  I tried to picture the boys playing a game. They never wanted to play with me. “Really?”

  “Yeah. They’re trying to teach him how to play a video game. He’s as old as I am, though. Techn
ology isn’t our best skill.”

  I giggled at the image. “What do you all do during the day to keep busy? If you don’t work, don’t have girlfriends, and don’t do technology, what do you do?”

  Beast stared down at the oven and cursed. “We do the same things we did in the old world. As much as possible. I built this house. I updated it after fifty years or so. I read, though the books here are strange. I tried to learn to cook for myself, but stoves do not like me.”

  I bit my lip and grinned. “You cooked last night. It was good.”

  He shook his head. “Cezar made that and dropped it off while you were sleeping. He has a stove like the ones we had in the old world. Despite trying to humanize himself, he can’t help some things.”

  “I could teach you.”

  He looked me over at me and then nodded. “Come over here.”

  The fluttering in my heart moved down to my stomach and then lower. I was mesmerized by the way his voice dropped. His words, like thick honey, tempted me. Even some of his bossiness was growing on me.

  I moved over to the stove and peeked in the oven. The chicken he’d put in was charred. “Maybe you want to just cook it for a shorter duration.”

  His arms came down on either side of me and boxed me in. His large body rubbed against my backside and I felt his erection poking into my back. “Maybe I should hire a cook.”

  I swayed my hips into him. “Maybe. It might be difficult for you to fuck me over the kitchen counter if there was a cook here, though.”

  He growled and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth raked over the mark on my shoulder that wasn’t fading and one of his hands dropped to the front of my shorts and pressed against my mound. “Is that what you want, Sky? Do you want me to fuck you?”

  Every hair on my body stood up and I panted. “Yes. I want you to fuck me hard and fast and don’t hold back. I’m not as fragile as you seem to think.”

  “I don’t know if you can handle it, little one. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve made love to you and treated you like my queen, because you are. Do you think you can take me all-out fucking you?”