Page 6 of Inferno (Drake Security Book 4)

VALENTINO

I’m sure we were in the middle of an important conversation, but I’m having a hard time remembering what the fuck it was about. And really, how important could it have been if all it takes is one good whiff of the pure sex smell rolling off of Montrose in waves to banish it from my mind entirely?

I lean into the fiery demon with a low rumble in my throat that’s all dragon. He makes a deep purring sound in response and slides off his stool. Pressing his body up against mine, he runs his hands up my chest again, teasing the sensitive pebbles of my tight nipples through my shirt.

“I’ll answer all your questions, deliciae,” he murmurs, leaning in and nuzzling my throat. My pulse speeds up and my cock twitches with a needy throb. “But I think we should get out of here first.”

Questions? I absently run my thumb over the smooth metal of the ring on my finger, warmed to match the heat of my skin. Right, the ring… My brother.

I shake my head, trying to clear the horny fog that’s taking deeper and deeper hold with every pheromone-laced breath I inhale.

“Shh…” Montrose presses a hot kiss against the thundering pulse in my throat. “I’m not doing anything to you, dragon. Nothing you aren’t doing right back to me, anyway.” I can feel the grin that spreads over his lips still tickling my throat. He cants his hips so I can feel the thick outline of his arousal, pulsing with the same impatience as mine.

“You shouldn’t smell this good,” I say with a growl, threading my fingers through his auburn hair and tightening them. He gasps as I jerk his head back a little more roughly than necessary. His pupils blow wide, then narrow into rectangular slits that are as disturbing as they are oddly hot. I’ve never bothered to wonder what a demon looks like in their true form, but now I’m curious. Are they the stuff of nightmares like everyone claims?

“Neither should you, deliciae, but here we are.” He smirks, licking his lips slowly as he holds my gaze. “Now, do you plan to continue manhandling me right here in the bar, or would you rather go across the street?” Montrose peels his hand off my chest and snaps his fingers. A hotel room key appears between his first fingers, and he grins again.

I nod and loosen my grip on his hair. “Let’s go.”

Montrose picks his glass back up off the bar and finishes the final dregs of his drink in a quick gulp, then grabs my hand to lead me out. I notice a few curious looks on our way through the bar. A table of fae eye Montrose with wary interest, and a vampire attempts to catch his eye, but offers an apologetic head bow when I aim a threatening growl in his direction. And a few of my past conquests track me with wistful looks as I pass. Never let it be said that Valentino Drake leaves a lover unsatisfied. I puff out my chest and Montrose chuckles, looking back over his shoulder at me like he can feel the emotion pouring off of me.

Damn. Of course he can. He’s an incubus, it’s what they do.

“Are you just horny for me because your scent is doing something fucking crazy to me and you can feel it?” I ask as we step out onto the relatively quiet street. One block over is the usual chaos of the city, but I’m sure there’s some kind of cloaking spell over the bar to keep humans from wandering down this way.

Montrose tilts his head, seeming to consider my question, still looking at me over his shoulder as he tows me towards the street. He doesn’t bother to stop or look for oncoming traffic, and even my nearly indestructible heart leaps with worry for a second as he steps off the curb, dragging me along with him. One car screeches to a halt and the driver lays on their horn. The little demon simply laughs with a wicked kind of glee that sets my heart racing for an entirely different reason this time.

“It’s a solid theory,” he says when we reach the other side of the street unharmed.

“You don’t know either then?” I ask, reading between the lines of his non-answer.

He turns around to face me, walking backward through the automatic doors to the hotel lobby.

“I know I want my mouth around your cock, and my cum dripping off your skin.” He doesn’t bother to lower his voice, but the hotel staff at the desk don’t even look up as we pass. “I know that the next time you go trolling for ass, I want them to smell me all over you.” We reach the elevator, and the doors slide open without either of us pressing the call button. Montrose grabs the front of my shirt and hauls me in after him, swinging me around and pressing me up against the back wall with a surprising amount of strength considering how much smaller he is than me. He leans in and brushes his lips against my earlobe, his hot breath dancing over my flesh as he whispers, “I know I want to make you scream my name until your throat is hoarse and your balls are drained.” He nips at my ear and I moan long and low. “I’m not really interested in knowing more than that right now. Are you, deliciae?”

I shake my head, feeling every pulse of my heart throbbing in my cock. Then I lick my lips, one single question occurring to me, that I would still like an answer to if I’m being honest.

“My Latin is rusty. What does deliciae mean?” I ask gruffly.

“It has a few meanings.” He kisses along my jaw towards my mouth. “Favorite.” He nips at my chin. “Toy,” he rasps, flicking his sizzling tongue over the seam of my lips. I gasp and he slips his tongue a fraction of an inch deeper before pulling it back with a teasing smirk. “Pet.”

My eyelids flutter and my cock jerks. My dragon pushes his way to the surface and my skin ripples with uncontrollable scales. Montrose hums and runs his fingertips along my forearm. My scales are so sensitive to his touch that my cock heaves again, spilling enough precum to soak through my briefs and leave a wet spot on the front of my jeans. The elevator dings and the doors slide open again.

“Come, deliciae,” he purrs, and I swear to fire I nearly do. He chuckles like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and I’m sure he does. Then, he uses his hold on the front of my shirt to drag me out of the elevator and down the hall to the room.

MONTROSE

Valentino is breathing like he’s just flown around the world twice, nearly gasping for oxygen, his eyes wild and his dragon so close to the surface I can smell the sweet scent of fire with every rapid exhale. The lust he’s feeding me is enough to satiate me for a century. So pure and sweet and fucking satisfying, I want to drink every drop of it down and beg him for more. But I don’t beg.

I kick the door closed behind us and back my dragon towards the bed. When the backs of his legs hit the bed frame, I give a hard shove right in the middle of his chest to send him toppling down. A flicker of fear and excitement fills his eyes and flavors his essence for a moment. He’s not used to letting go like this, that much is clear.

Valentino is usually the one in charge when he takes a man to bed. But he likes this. He loves it. He doesn’t think he should, but I can feel the way he’s nearly ready to come in his jeans from being pushed around just a little. How would he react if I played harder? Would the big, beautiful dragon crawl on his knees for me if I ordered him to? Would he let me spank his pretty ass red? Would he let me put a diamond studded collar around his neck to remind him that he’s my pet?

The fact that I’ll never get the chance to find out the answers to those questions sours my stomach for a moment. I’m going to give him the orgasm of a lifetime, then I’ll tell him who I am. He’ll hate me. He might even want to kill me, to rip me apart and roast all the shreds of my flesh. He’ll never manage it, of course, but this is goodbye all the same. Even if he doesn’t know it yet.

I shake off my odd bout of melancholy and focus on the here and now. Valentino is splayed out in the middle of the large bed, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look at me. His cock is straining in his damp jeans and the smell of his arousal is so thick I could choke on it. I’d much rather choke on something else though…

I palm his cock and he arches his hips, letting his head loll back with a groan.

“I want to see you,” I say roughly. The hurried frot in the parking lot was fun, but it didn’t provide much opportunity to appreciate the strength and beauty of his human form. If this is the last chance I’ll get, I want to see every bare inch of Valentino.

He makes another needy sound, then nods, gathering the collar of his shirt in his fist and yanking it over his head. I rake my gaze over the long, lean lines of his torso, the etched grooves of his muscles, and the smattering of dark hair across his chest. His nipples are pink nubs that beg to be licked and bitten until they’re swollen and red and dripping with my saliva. My mouth waters.

“You too,” he says gruffly, jerking his chin towards me.

I strip my shirt off and toss it aside, then watch greedily again as he undoes his jeans, lifts his hips, and shoves them down, taking his underwear along with them. His big cock slaps against his belly, smearing a puddle of precum over his abs. A groan tightens in my throat. His balls are massive too, nestled between his hairy thighs, just begging to be licked and sucked until they’ve drawn up close to his body, ready to unleash all the cum he’s been saving up for me since last night. He grunts, reminding me to keep undressing too. I opted for a pair of skintight leather pants tonight, so I have to shimmy them off, peeling them down my legs until I’m finally able to step out of them.

My cock is in its default mode, looking perfectly human, albeit with generous proportions that draw Valentino’s attention as I climb onto the bed, planting my knees on either side of his thighs.

“Is this acceptable, dragon? Or do you prefer something else?” I arch an eyebrow and wrap my fist around the base of my cock to give myself a slow, teasing stroke.

His eyes track the motion and his hips jerk, his cock twitching and spilling another long, clear string of precum.

“What else can you do with it? Does it just get bigger and smaller?” he asks with unrestrained curiosity.

I stroke myself one more time, then I watch his face with a smirk, my genitals tingling with warmth as they tug and contort into an entirely new shape. The first one I choose to show him isn’t my favorite, if I’m being honest. Not because it’s not pretty in its own right, but because I really prefer to top. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of sliding inside the hot, tight confines of someone else’s body. But I finger my dripping wet cunt for a second. Valentino’s eyes linger, but it’s obvious this isn’t preferred on his end either. No bother, I have plenty of other options.

The warm, tugging tingle squirms between my legs again, stretching and swelling my flesh until I have a set of independently writhing tentacles, each one eager to wrap around the dragon’s straining cock or fill his hole and tease his prostate like he’s never felt before. This form happens to be my favorite because each appendage is just as sensitive. It’s like having three cocks, which means an orgasm is three times as intense.

With my hands on my thighs, I reach out for him with my tentacles, wrapping one around his balls, another around the base of his cock like a throbbing, pulsing cock ring, and using the third to tease around the edges of his bunched foreskin.

“Holy fuck,” he shouts, jackknifing his hips off the bed and spilling a burst of lust so intense it makes me dizzy. His chest rises and falls with shuddering, half-formed breaths, his wide eyes fixed on the filthy caress of my tentacle eagerly lapping at his precum slicked head while the other one squeezes tightly around his balls until his toes curl and he’s clawing at the blankets.

It’s the sound of tearing fabric that alerts me to the fact that his hands are half-shifted into dragon claws, shredding the bedspread as he thrashes and moans, bucking his hips and gasping every time I tug harder on his balls.

“You like that, deliciae? Are you my pretty little tentacle slut?” I lean over him, mesmerized by the horny contortions of his face and the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I shiver at the searing heat of his cock against my tentacle. I drag the one that’s wrapped around the base of his cock up his length, feeling the heavy pulse of his blood rushing in his bulging cock veins. When I reach the tip, I pull his foreskin up over the head of his cock to encase the tentacle I’m still using to flick and stroke his cockhead.

“Hades, yes,” he hisses. I’m not sure whether he’s answering my filthy question or simply coming out in strong favor of tentacle docking. I’ll happily take it either way.

I grab his jaw and claim his mouth in a deep kiss, tangling my tongue around his and falling into a ragged breathing pattern that matches his as the heat in my veins mounts. The silky, slick heat of his foreskin wrapping around my tentacle, the throbbing of his cockhead against the sensitive nerve endings, and the steady waves of lust and need would each be enough to drive me wild on their own. My head swims with hunger that feels insatiable, and Valentino matches the intensity of my kisses. He feeds me muffled groans and pleading words I can’t make out before I swallow them down. The flicker of a flame singes my tongue more than once, and I moan at the stinging pleasure of it.

“Need…” he rasps against my lips.

“That’s it, pet. Give me your pleasure. Give me what’s mine.” I growl, biting down hard on his bottom lip. The metallic flavor of blood fills my mouth and we both shout.

I stroke his cock faster, releasing the hold on his balls to stuff a second tentacle into the satin sheath of his foreskin. As soon as I let them go, his balls tighten instantly. He meets my roughness with his own, biting and sucking at my mouth, bucking his hips into my strokes, and dragging his claws over my skin until I can feel the deep burn of my flesh tearing open before easily knitting itself back together.

He moans into my mouth and the first scorching splash of his cum paints the tentacles that are tucked into his foreskin. His entire body trembles violently and I choke on the intensity of his pleasure as it fills me past overflowing and pushes me over the edge into my own orgasm. My tentacles spasm all at once, making my vision white out and my human shape feel like it’s about to come apart at the seams.

I collapse on top of Valentino in a sweaty, panting heap, both of us still twitching our hips to chase the fading aftershocks of pleasure long after we’ve finished spilling our seed all over each other.

He nips at my skin, his chest heaving against mine while we both work to catch our breath. I’m dizzy and boneless, and happily considering keeping this dragon right here in this hotel room indefinitely. Some might call him a prisoner, but I would be so, so good to my pretty lizard, he would never complain. I hum happily at the thought and drag my tongue over his sweat slicked skin.

Valentino rumbles a happy sound and threads his fingers lazily through mine. The feeling of the ring on his finger pressing against mine douses me with the cold reality of the situation. I can’t keep him.

“Where are you going?” he grumbles, slurring slightly, reaching for me as I sit up. Still straddling his hips, I look between our bodies with one last appreciative sigh. Even soft and spent, his cock is pretty. Perhaps I would have let him fuck me if we’d had more time. Perhaps he would have let me fuck him. I get the feeling he would have quite liked my mimic of a gargoyle cock, all thick and covered with ridges that do magical things to the prostate, or so I’m told.

Such a waste.

He looks up at me with a sleepy, sated expression that almost convinces me to bite my tongue. What would be the point though? I need this ring back, and one way or another, he’ll eventually figure out who I am.

I slide the ring off his finger and slip it onto mine. He frowns and then his eyes flash with those dragon slits again and a pleased smile stretches over his lips. Oh, you poor, dumb dragon. You’re still not getting it.

“Thanks for getting this back to me.” I put on my most flippant smirk and wink at him. “And tell your brother that if he ever fucks with me again, I will drag him to the demon realm and make him pray for a swift death.”

Valentino blinks out of his foggy orgasm stupor, his expression cycling rapidly from confusion, to understanding, to pure rage. And that’s my cue to make a quick exit.

“You fucking used me to get to my brother?” he roars, sitting up so fast that he would have toppled me off his lap if I hadn’t chosen that exact moment to blink away, leaving nothing but a howling, raging dragon behind.