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Saffron

So, Rorik was actually here to kill me. No big deal.

I didn’t know why his “superiors” wanted me dead, but I hadn’t done anything to deserve it. Unless they hated movies and were therefore my mortal enemies. But I figured whatever happened, it was all just a big misunderstanding.

Before I delved into that mystery, I had a bigger issue on my plate—namely, Rorik’s ass-backwards beliefs.

And also my raging boner.

“Well?” I prompted when Rorik didn’t respond.

His lower lip was pursed in a rugged way, and his brow screwed up in thought. I didn’t blame him for feeling overwhelmed. If everything he told me was true, then his mind must’ve been a raging storm of conflicting thoughts.

How could I get him to open up to me? To believe in his own emotions?

“I don’t know,” Rorik finally admitted. “I’m used to following orders. It’s difficult to do anything else.”

“Except fighting. You’re good at that,” I pointed out.

Rorik’s dark eyes flashed with pride, and his huge chest puffed out. “I am an excellent warrior. That is true.”

My eyes were drawn to his round pecs. They were hefty and coated with fine pale hairs. But underneath the fat was rippling muscle. Rorik could probably bench press a horse.

I swallowed to stop salivating, but my cock still twitched in my pants. It was getting harder to resist him. My instincts screamed at me to claim Rorik. My dragon side craved him.

But if Rorik was frightened by my inner dragon, could he ever truly want me back?

He met my gaze evenly. He wasn’t scared… not now, anyway.

Maybe this moment was what we both needed.

My heart pounded in my chest. My pants felt tighter than ever.

I blew out a breath. “Listen, I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m horny as hell right now. I’m not in a mental state to make good decisions. I want to do something for you. Anything.”

Another flash of confusion flitted across Rorik’s gaze. “You make no sense, dragon,” he mumbled. “Why would you want to do anything for me?”

Words clawed at my throat, the ones I wanted to scream: Because I think you’re my fated mate.

I swallowed again, thicker this time. “Because I like you. And you’re really fucking hot.”

Holy Drake, I sounded desperate. And I was. With Rorik naked and pinned beneath my waist, how could I not be?

A blush bloomed on Rorik’s cheeks. He was so fucking adorable when he blushed.

“You keep saying that I’m hot,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I’m big, fat, and hairy.”

Anger sizzled in my blood. He wasn’t as self-conscious as Mylo had been when Aurum and I first met him, but I still disliked hearing Rorik talk negatively about his weight.

“Exactly. You’re sexy as fuck,” I stated, a dragon’s growl slipping into my voice.

Rorik’s eyes flashed. “I… I don’t know how to react to that statement.”

An instinct rose up within me like a plume of smoke: Take the lead.

I loomed closer to Rorik so our faces nearly touched. I wanted to gauge his reaction. So far, he’d been genuine with me. Hell, he’d even admitted his plan to murder me. It didn’t get more honest than that.

“If you let me, I’m going to touch you,” I said quietly. “I want to make you feel good. That’s it. If you don’t like anything, tell me and I’ll stop.”

I didn’t mention his ‘alpha superiors’, whoever the fuck they were, even to remind him that I wasn’t like them. But Rorik read between the lines. His eyes widened with a hopeful gleam, and his breathing quickened. He didn’t look scared or uncomfortable.

“Saffron,” he murmured.

I shuddered in pleasure. Fuck, I loved how he said my name. “Yeah?”

Rorik’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I have never been kissed before.”

Well, shit.

I couldn’t blow him before kissing him, could I?

A selfish joy danced in my chest. If Rorik had never been kissed, then I would be the first, the only, the last. His lips would be mine—another beloved prize in my hoard.

My dragon simmered close to the surface. I couldn’t help it. I was too eager and happy. But I was distinctly aware of Rorik’s wariness about dragons. I had to control myself, or I’d frighten him away.

I lowered my face until Rorik and I breathed the same air. My entire body tingled. Every sensation felt hypersensitive and vivid.

Locking eyes with Rorik until the last second, I pressed our lips together.

He let out a soft sound, almost imperceptible. He was stiff for a couple moments, then relaxed, brushing his lips against my own.

The sun finally broke through the clouds of my soul.

Yes.

Yes… he’s mine. I know it now.

I didn’t rush. I kissed him slow and easy without tongue, getting him used to the new sensation. Rorik wasn’t passive; he learned fast, responding to the gentle movements of my lips and confidently kissing me back.

Feverish excitement surged through me. Rorik liked this.

I parted my mouth and licked his lower lip. He responded with a soft moan that shot electric sparks down my spine. A second later, I felt the wet heat of his tongue meet mine halfway. It turned me on so fiercely that my cock throbbed painfully in its confines.

I broke apart from the kiss with a gasp. “Hang on.”

Rorik blinked, flustered, as he watched me undress. I fumbled with the button of my pants, then got so frustrated that I tore it off and threw it across the room. Once that hurdle was cleared, the pants came off easily—and hell, my over-shirt shirt too while I was at it.

I breathed hard as I leaned over Rorik again, now dressed only in a white undershirt and a straining pair of boxer-briefs. My hard cock rested on Rorik’s big belly, brushing against it with every movement, separated only by a thin layer of fabric.

“Did you like that?” I asked through heavy breaths.

He nodded slowly.

I grunted. “Say it so I know you mean it.”

Rorik scoffed, a smirk crossing his lips. “I’m not that weak-willed. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, dragon. I liked it.”

My heart soared. That was exactly what I wanted to hear.

“Good, ‘cause there’s plenty more where that came from,” I said, then dove in to kiss him again.

Our initial chaste kisses descended into a spiral of passion. Our wet, velvety tongues intertwined. I pressed my chest nearer until it was flush against his. As we made out, I was fully lying on top of Rorik—each of his minuscule motions made my cock twitch.

As we kissed, a delightful scent hit my nose. Spicy, floral, musky, sensual. The air was rich with it. Instinctively, I knew it belonged to Rorik—more specifically, it was the scent of his arousal.

I grinned into the kiss. “Having a good time, huh?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice husky and thick.

I sat up and raked my eyes down his body. He was irresistible. I glanced over my shoulder and saw exactly what I expected—Rorik’s erection at full arousal, and the trail of slick leaking from his entrance.

My nostrils flared as I drank the scent in deeper. My dragon instincts went wild. I wanted to plow Rorik into the mattress right now. But I had to wait.

What couldn’t wait, however, was my urge to suck him dry.

I swung my body around so I straddled his chest instead of his waist, and I came face to face with the tip of his cock.

“What are you doing?” Rorik asked, more curious than hesitant.

“I’m gonna blow you. As in, I’m going to suck your cock.”

Rorik’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink that stood out against his pale facial hair. He pouted as if he was about to refuse.

“What, you don’t want me to?” I teased.

He frowned adorably. “I never said that…”

I grinned, encouraged by his stoic enthusiasm. I didn’t waste any more time. Trembling with desire, I lowered my lips to the head of his cock. Rorik’s heady scent flooded my nose. I nearly groaned in pleasure. His omega pheromones drove me wild. I parted my lips and gently braced them against Rorik’s head.

Instantly, Rorik grunted in pleasure. His fingers tightened, clamping onto the blanket. I knew his first blowjob must feel amazing, so I needed to take it slow and let him savor it. Hell, I was going to savor it, too.

My heart raced as I widened my mouth to accommodate Rorik’s size. Nicely proportionate, his cock was just as big as the rest of him. I’d fooled around with girthy toys, but this was real, living flesh—and it was attached to the man I was obsessed with.

As I engulfed his whole head, Rorik moaned. The delicious sound made my blood vibrate. Fuck, I could listen to that on repeat and never get sick of it.

Saliva trickled down the corners of my mouth as I inched down Rorik’s shaft. It stretched me to my limit, but I was determined to make it work. I dragged my tongue along his bottom vein, gentle and slow, milking every second of it to make Rorik feel good.

Rorik groaned, tossing his head against the bed. His ragged breaths hissed out through clenched teeth. His body went taut with building arousal. I felt him holding back so he wouldn’t buck into my mouth.

I took Rorik as deep as physically possible, right to the point where I felt him hit the back of my throat. I clenched my eyes shut. Through the combined powers of horniness and sheer force of will, my gag reflex didn’t trigger.

Rorik’s breaths came out rough and ragged. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and each time, it brushed against my agonized erection. I was about to lose my mind, but I wanted Rorik to lose his first.

Once my mouth had adjusted to his size, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. Rorik’s reaction was intense and immediate, a choked cry of pleasure that I felt in my bones. Screw being an assassin—Rorik should’ve been a porn star.

My arousal throbbed like a heavy bass in a nightclub. At this point, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I came in my briefs. Sucking Rorik off was just that hot.

As I worshiped him, Rorik arched his back and grunted softly. “Saffron…”

My skin tingled. I couldn’t reply—it’s pretty hard to talk with a dick in your mouth—but I paused to show him I was listening.

“That’s enough,” he said breathlessly. “I’m too close.”

I rolled my eyes. I want you to cum in my mouth, dumbass bear!

When I didn’t move or reply, Rorik sighed. “Fine. Stubborn dragon...”

I grinned at our serendipitous exchange. Maybe we were more alike than we thought.

With my newly granted permission to keep sucking, I fell into an easy rhythm. My brain melted. All that mattered to me was this singular, intimate moment, each lick a step towards hearing another heavenly moan spill from Rorik’s lips.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. His body tensed in a telltale sign he was about to finish. I kept my mouth on his sensitive skin, pleasuring him until the last second.

Rorik released a raw, hoarse cry as he unleashed a torrent down my throat. As he came, he grabbed the closest thing available—which just so happened to be my ass.

My eyes widened as his fingers dug into my cheeks. The unexpected touch and what it represented—an uncontrollable reaction of pleasure—sent me over the edge. I came gloriously in my fucking underwear.

When Rorik’s unrelenting orgasm finally ended, I pulled off his cock. I swallowed the remains quickly, then gasped for air. I felt dizzier than if a tornado had struck me, but also deeply accomplished.

I grinned over my shoulder at Rorik. His face glistened with sweat, and his cheeks were redder than ever.

“So? How was your first blowjob?” I asked.

Rorik glared at me. At least, he tried to, but he looked too pleased with himself. He sighed, then said, “It was… good.”

“Good?” I sputtered. “I deep-throated your huge cock and all I get is ‘good’? What’s it take to get a compliment around here?”

Rorik laughed.

My heart nearly stopped.

Holy Drake, that sound was just as beautiful as his moan—maybe even more so.

When Rorik noticed I was staring at him, he stopped. “What?”

“You laughed,” I said, smiling. “I’ve never heard you laugh before.”

He blushed deeper. “I laugh,” he mumbled defensively.

“Not in front of me, grumpy pants bear,” I teased.

Rorik raised a brow. “Grumpy pants? I’m not even wearing pants…”

“You should not wear pants more often,” I joked, eyeing his limp cock. “Looks good on you.”

As if suddenly realizing the gravity of what he’d just done, Rorik groaned. He flopped onto the bed and threw a forearm across his face.

“I can’t believe I let a dragon suck my dick,” he complained. Then he abruptly sat upright and fixed me with a grave look. “This is all a big joke, isn’t it? A trick for the cameras. You’re not a dragon. You’re a different kind of shifter. There are other powerful creatures with talons.”

I scoffed. “Wow, rude. I do have some pride as a dragon, you know.”

Rorik narrowed his eyes. “I don’t believe you. Dragons aren’t…”

“Dragons aren’t what?”

“They’re not like you ,” Rorik blurted.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

A knock interrupted us. Rorik cursed and, unfortunately for me, quickly threw his clothes back on. I scowled on the bed while Rorik strode towards the door. Why did somebody have to interrupt us now? Leaving that conversation unfinished annoyed the hell out of me.

“Maybe I should just go,” I muttered. “I’m not supposed to be here, anyway.”

Rorik paused, his hand hovering on the door handle. His brow furrowed. Was he upset that I was leaving, or was he upset that I was here at all? Now that our moment of intimacy was over, did he regret it?

Rorik avoided my gaze. “If you think that’s best,” he mumbled.

My stomach sank.

Stupid emotionally constipated bear.

“Fine. I’m out,” I ground out. But as I grabbed my clothes and launched off the bed, I paused at the window, shooting one last look at Rorik.

The past hour had been so perfect. We’d had a breakthrough, finally connecting on a deeper level. So why did it end like this? Why was Rorik still pushing me away?

Even though I waited for him, Rorik didn’t look back. That was the last straw. Before I saw who was on the other side of the door, I shifted and flew into the night, ready to drown my sorrow in a comfort movie and a giant fucking bowl of popcorn.