Page 20 of Inferno (Drake Security Book 4)

VALENTINO

“Do you mean it?”

Desperate to touch him, I reach out to pull him closer, gripping his hips. “Fuck yeah, I mean it. I’ve never seen anything so damn beautiful.”

Xaze’s face, his incredible all-demon face, softens from the compliment. The creases in his forehead disappear and the tight frown relaxes.

“I’ve never shown myself to anyone who wasn’t a demon. Not like this, anyway. I’ve shown myself to instill terror, but never just to be seen. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.” His voice is deep and resonant, and his lips twitch with his confession as his eyes search mine.

“Your voice…” I smile, rubbing my hands up and down his slender hips, bringing our faces close together so our noses bump and I can smell the familiar scent of his skin. “It sounds so different.”

He nods. “When we’re in our true forms, the trapped souls of humans and other creatures who made deals with demons seep through our voices. Almost like a speaker or a portal.” He grimaces a little, like he’s afraid that information will be the last straw that sends me screaming into the night.

I frown and cock my head. “Could they come through?”

“Oh no. They wish.” He clears his throat and a visible ripple moves like a snake across his flesh. “There. Tamped that down.”

I know I’m staring, but I can’t get enough. He’s so vulnerable right now. So exposed. So Xazedose. My dragon purrs deep in my chest, urging me to wrap myself around our demon and rub against his warm skin like a cat. He wants to embed our scent into Xazedose’s skin and mark every inch of him as ours. My heart beats faster and I swallow thickly.

“Thank you,” I whisper, brushing a long strand of his hair off his shoulder and ghosting my fingertips over his scorching hot skin. He shivers, then laughs.

“For removing my glamour?”

“No.” I pull his body even closer, noticing how his height has shifted too. His thick, ridged demon cock rubs against mine, so hot I can feel the scorching pulse of it through my clothes.

A powerful wave of lusty pheromones hits me, and I sway. When I lift my eyes to his face, his lips part to reveal pointed teeth, sharp and deadly, with fangs where the canines were. His eyes glow, and he trembles as the scent of wildflowers wafts around us.

Xaze sways into me, his long fingers wrapping around my neck and up into my hair. Without words, our mouths find each other, colliding in a heated kiss that speaks of longing, hope, and intense need.

I fall back onto the bed and Xaze climbs on top of me, his wings flapping slowly above us, creating a soft breeze. Our tongues twist together, sizzling and sparking, and if we’re not careful, we’ll turn this hotel room into a blazing inferno. It would be worth it.

My clothes fall away as he drags a finger down my body, burning through the cloth and searing my skin beneath it. The way the heat of his touch spreads through me leaves me panting into his kiss.

“Mmff,” Xaze mumbles, writhing wildly against me. “Dragon,” he says in a breathy moan, calling my beast forward with the pleading edge in his voice.

My dragon clambers to the surface, my body swelling and rippling with a half shift as he pushes his way front and center, hungry for more. More of Xaze’s kiss, more of his skin, more of every part of him until we’re welded into one perfect being, unable to be parted from each other in any way. An emptiness spreads through me, needy and desperate for the one thing only Xaze can give me.

Breaking the kiss, I grip the front of his neck to get his attention. “I want you to fuck me.”

It takes my brain several seconds to catch up with what my lips are begging him for. I’ve never felt the urge to be filled by anyone before, to be fucked and owned and taken apart piece by piece. But the empty ache inside of me now is impossible to argue with. I want all of that with Xaze. No one else, just him.

My dragon thrashes and my cock throbs, spilling long, sticky strings of precum onto my belly. Xaze tilts his head back and groans deeply, the sound and the desire behind it rumbling between us, plucking at the tentative bond that’s growing sturdier by the minute. His body heats to near blistering levels as his eyes flicker different colors before settling on a bright gold. The same color as my dragon eyes. He opens his mouth and his tongue flicks out, long and thin and forked down the middle. His tail twitches behind him, curling and uncurling before caressing my calves with purposeful strokes.

What else can he do with his tail?

“Oh fuck, Xaze,” I groan, arching up towards him, pawing wildly at him, desperate to feel every inch of his skin at once, as impossible as that desire is.

A wicked grin spreads across his lips. “You want my cock inside you, deliciae?”

A whimper pours out of me and I nod. I don’t give a fuck how needy I sound. It’s true. I needhim inside of me, all around me, fucking devouring me. He moans again, his eyes rolling back and his chest hitching with heavy breaths. I know the dull echo of his lust that’s pulsing through our growing bond is only a whisper compared to what he can feel, what he can taste, pouring off of me. He flicks his tongue out again like he’s tasting the air, and his tail creeps up farther between my legs, teasing and stroking the sensitive insides of my thighs.

He gulps down a breath like he’s trying to get control over himself, but I don’t want him in control. I want him absolutely feral for me.

He drags a finger down my chest, leaving a burn mark that, unfortunately, heals instantly.

“I’m not a gentle lover, pet,” he says in a low, trembling voice. “Are you sure you can handle me?” He leans down, bracing his hands on either side of my head.

I rub my hands over his horns, and he moans before he drags his nose along the curve of my jaw, inhaling deeply, then follows the same path with his long, inhuman tongue. I hiss at the sizzle of my skin, digging my fingers roughly into his ass cheeks and thrusting up to meet his cock with mine. The precum pouring from me slicks the way between us, every bulging ridge catching against the head of my cock, making my balls tighten and my toes curl.

“I’m not a mortal,” I murmur hoarsely. “You won’t have to be careful with me. You won’t have to hold back with me. I’ll be the best fuck of your life.”

Xaze nips at my bottom lip and grins. “There was never any question about that, deliciae.”

“Then let’s stop talking. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” I thrust against him again, my cock jerking desperately and my hole twitching with an emptiness only he can fill.

The promise of “later,” such a benign word but somehow heavy with the weight of a future, lingers between us. Neither of us says anything about it, but I know we can both feel it.

“You want me to stay like this? In my true form?” he asks, his tail teasing the crease between my balls and my thigh now, sending little jolts of pleasure dancing across my skin with every playful flick.

“Yeah, babe, I do,” I rasp.

He falls forward again, attacking my mouth in a kiss that leaves my dragon smoldering and Xaze panting. He breaks the kiss and a wicked smile spreads slowly over his lips.

“In that case, hang on tight, dragon, because you’re in for the ride of your life.”

I barely have a second to register what’s happening before he flips me over with ease, pinning me to the bed with his lithe, strong body against my back. He nips and nuzzles at the back of my neck, his cock nudging the crease between my cheeks. I tip my hips up and Xaze grinds against me, the ridges that caught on my cock earlier now tugging at the dry rim of my hole. I whimper and groan as he trails his tongue slowly down my spine, flicking it teasingly over my skin and moaning like I’m the best meal he’s ever had.

No one has come close to making me feel the way Xaze does, but I call up old memories anyway, adding everything I can to the wanton lust rippling off of me in waves so he can gorge himself on it. He moans just like I hoped he would, the sound vibrating against my flesh as he tongues the dimples at the base of my spine.

“You’re so good for me, dragon. All this lust and passion. Did you spend lifetimes hoarding it up just for me? Did you know all of your memories would age like fine wine for your incubus mate?” His voice is doing that deep, reverberating thing again, his demon fully in control.

My scales ripple and my dragon groans with gut-deep satisfaction. My cock twitches so hard that I have to bite into the pillow to keep from spilling too soon. I’m not sure if Xaze knows exactly what he’s saying or if it’s just meant to be dirty talk, but somehow he hit on the exact thing my dragon needed to hear. The satisfaction I felt watching him go through my hoard and put on pretty things is nothing compared to this.

I grind my aching cock into the mattress, soaking the sheets with precum. Xaze chuckles and tuts, slapping my ass cheek playfully.

“Patience, pet.” He grips my hips to stop me from thrusting, and I whimper with frustration.

Xaze makes another amused sound, then returns to bathing me with his tongue, sliding his hands from my hips to my ass cheeks and parting them. The tug on my already fluttering hole draws another needy sound from my throat. It turns into a full-on shout when his tongue snakes down my crease and laps at the outer ridge of my entrance.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, thrusting my hips up towards him again. “Put it in, Xaze. Stretch me with your tongue and then fill me with your cock.”

He hums and laps a little harder at my hole, lighting up nerve endings I never bothered to pay attention to until now. I can feel each flick of his tongue on every sensitive, aching part of my body, from my nipples to my balls to the throbbing tip of my cock.

“You don’t have to tell the sun to rise, dragon, and you don’t have to tell me to do the thing I was made for either,” he purrs. “Your pleasure is my only purpose.”

I don’t have time to linger on the depth of his words before he shoves his tongue inside of me, stretching my hole and licking me so deeply I’m surprised I can’t feel it in the back of my throat. He swirls and twists his tongue, wiggling it at an impossible speed until it feels like pure vibration against the rim of my hole, my inner muscles, and my prostate.

“Xaze,” I shout, pushing up onto all fours and canting my hips, riding his tongue shamelessly as my cock bounces between my thighs, slapping my belly with every thrust. “I need it. I need it. I need it.”

He pulls his tongue out slowly, leaving me absolutely dripping with his slippery, thicker-than-average saliva. Some of it trickles from my hole and rolls down to drip from my balls.

“Are you ready for me?” he whispers, shuffling closer and draping himself over my back, his cock nestling between my cheeks again and his tail returning to stroking my thighs.

“Yes,” I growl, my voice hardly any more human than his. My skin is all scales now, sensitive to every featherlight touch of his body against mine, and fire burns in the back of my throat.

Xaze lines his cock up with my hole, and my patience snaps. I thrust backward, taking him to the hilt in a single motion. A howl tears from my chest as stinging heat rips through my hole from the sheer size of him. It only lasts a second though before my body heals itself, adjusting to the girth of his demon cock and the extra stretch of each pulsing ridge. The burn turns into an aching, desperate need in the pit of my stomach and in the depths of my balls.

Xaze makes a choked sound, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his face into the back of my neck. His hips twitch and his cock jerks inside of me, one of the ridges pressing directly over my prostate.

“Fuck me,” I rasp. “Please, Xaze, you have to fuck me.”

All I can do is tremble and beg, but luckily, my demon is kind enough to put me out of my misery. He kisses the back of my neck one more time, then sits back on his knees, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again, filling me to the hilt and jolting me forward. My arms collapse beneath me, but his grasp on my hips keeps them right where he wants them as he sets a punishing rhythm.

MONTROSE

I can’t imaginea prettier sight than my mate face down, ass up, while I pound his tight, virgin hole into oblivion. His incoherent babbling and throaty moans are almost as satisfying as the endless feast of lust and memories and affection he feeds me.

I never realized how holding on to my glamour during sex kept me from fully letting go before. I stretch my wings behind me, throwing my head back with a feral roar as I fuck my dragon harder and deeper. I can’t keep my hands off his smooth, hot scales, petting him as I hammer his prostate over and over. The rim of his hole tugs and massages the ridges of my cock with every thrust, tightening my balls little by little.

His body trembles and his inner muscles constrict around me just a little more. He’s getting close. The flavor of his lust on my tongue gets deeper and richer the nearer he gets to the edge. I snake my tail around him and wrap it around his thick, throbbing cock. I coil it from the base to the tip, squeezing his shaft in time with the fluttering pulses of his rising orgasm.

“Fuck, Xaze, fuck,” he shouts, and then a ripping sound fills the air as he shreds the pillow beneath him with his teeth. His insides clamp tightly around me and he lets out a roar that shakes the windowpanes and rattles the door, flames bursting past his lips to singe the bedding as his orgasm washes over him. Thick, sticky ropes of cum ooze between the coils of my tail, and his pleasure pushes me into oblivion right along with him.

My orgasm hits me like a train, and I fill him with the flood of my release, pumping it inside of him as I thrust and stroke both of us through waves of euphoria that feel like they might never end. If this is the way we both go, it’s definitely a good ending.

“Valentino,” I croak his name hoarsely.

“Greka,” he murmurs, sounding just as wrecked as I am. “My real name is Greka.”

I whimper and collapse on top of him, my softening cock slipping from his hole and my tail falling loose from around him. I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle the back of his neck, breathing in the smell of sweat and bone-deep satisfaction that is pouring off of him.

“Greka,” I say with a content sigh.

I’m not sure how long I cling to him, both of us catching our breath, cum cooling between us. His dragon slowly recedes, leaving his skin smooth again, and I pull my glamour back into place, mainly because my wings make it uncomfortable to snuggle properly. We end up wrapped around each other, our legs tangled and his head resting on my shoulder. I stroke his hair gently and his fingertips dance leisurely over my bare skin.

“I think Lake was right, Xaze,” he says softly. “You’re meant to be mine.”

A feeling of rightness pulses inside me so deeply that there’s no questioning it, even if I wanted to. “He was right,” I agree, pressing a kiss to Tino’s forehead. “You’re mine, dragon, and I’m yours.” His whole body rumbles with a purr, and I chuckle. “Clearly your dragon agrees.”

He nods. “What about your demon?”

“It’s not as separate as your beast, but yes, every part of me can feel it now.”

He nods again and closes his eyes, his whole body relaxing against mine. “When we finish sorting out Mac’s mess, we’ll mate properly.”

I grin. “I can’t wait to find out how dragons mate, deliciae.”

He makes a murmured sound of agreement and then drifts off to sleep. I lie awake in the dim light of the hotel room, petting his hair and savoring the lingering flavors of our shared pleasure that are hanging heavy in the air. My eyelids are just starting to get heavy when a sound in the adjoining room jolts me back to consciousness.

I don’t have to strain to hear Mac’s shuffling footsteps, pacing around for several minutes. The creak of his door spikes my heart rate, and then his footsteps start to fade down the hallway.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter, reluctantly slipping out of Tino’s grasp and hurrying to dress.

I don’t know where the baby dragon is headed, but clearly he can’t be let out without a chaperone. I pause for just a second, wondering if I should wake my mate, but decide against it. Mac is probably just going out for a walk. I’ll follow him, make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble, and we’ll be back before Tino stirs.

I have no doubt I can handle babysitting the klepto dragon. Easy peasy.