Page 42 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars

Medea

Kissing a dragon wasn’t what I expected, but stars, was it amazing. A surprised yelp escaped Cal’s throat when I pounced, but it was quickly chased by a moan as my dragonkin clutched me to him and took over, slanting his mouth against mine. A forked tongue teased the seam of my lips until I opened for him, tangling it with mine and tasting me, kissing me until I was breathless and panting against his lips.

“Now that’s a kiss,” I managed between breaths.

“Just the beginning,” Cal purred, pulling me in again. He devoured my mouth and pulled me into his lap, the rush of lust and need taking over.

That pull in my chest—what I now realized was the mating bond—buzzed happily with my mate’s proximity. I craved him in a way I hadn’t ever craved a partner. Now that I knew what he was to me, everything clicked into place. Why I was so attracted to him even when I thought he wanted nothing to do with me. Why he popped in my mind when Camphor mentioned finding a date. Why he was the only male I had been drawn to on the planet, even while grieving a messy break up. We still had so much to learn about each other, but we had the rest of our lives. It might seem reckless to some humans, but I knew a few fated pairs from various species, and all they had one thing in common: pure, unconditional love and borderline obsession with each other.

I wasn’t about to pass up on that, not when my gorgeous dragon mate had already been my crush and the man I was quickly falling for, mate bond or not.

Cal’s claws dug into my hips as I ground against him, making me hiss against his lips.

“Did I hurt you?”

“I didn’t say stop.” I winked. The little pricks of pain where his claws rested weren’t really hurting me; they only added to the experience. “I like a little bit of pain,” I promised him, “But I’ll let you know if anything is too much, okay?”

Cal nodded and kissed down my throat, the thin lips of his snout brushing over my skin, forked tongue flicking over the same spots and making me shiver. He lightly brushed my breast with his knuckle. “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.” I reached up and slid the straps of my dress down until it pooled at my waist, baring my breasts. Cal’s eyes sparked with molten desire as he stared at them, making me chuckle at his intensity. The sound turned into a moan as he laved one nipple with that sinful tongue, teasing the other with the tips of his claws to give me that little bite of pain he now knew I liked.

I arched into his touch, hips grinding more fervently now.

“If you don’t stop moving like that, I’m going to take you right here.” Cal growled against my collar bone, leaning me back enough for him to suck hard on the nipple his tongue had teased. I cried out, the sharp pull just what I needed, but still not enough.

“More, Cal,” I urged, grinding down on his lap. “Just fuck me.”

“You want our first time together to be on a couch in a public sitting room at a work party?” He laughed and gave me a curious look.

“If you don’t mind, I don’t.” I shrugged. “All I know is that I want you inside of me, right now. We have the rest of our lives for slow and sweet, and hot and fast and everything in between, but this moment is what we have right now, and what I want is to be with you.”

Cal sobered, shifting to cradle me. “If we do this, Medea, this is it.” He looked me in my eyes and pinned me with a gaze that felt as if he was looking into my soul. “Once we have sex, that’s it. The bond will settle and you’ll be my mate for life. Dragonkin and their mates are monogamous or settled into triads or packs, depending on how many bond pulls occur for a person. I believe you’ll be my only mate, and I will never have another. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, Cal.” I pressed a kiss to the tip of his snout. “Mate me? Please?”

“Oh, thank stars.” In the next second, I was on my back, Cal leaning over me with his hips tucked between my legs, the skirt of my dress rucked up around my hips.

“Are you okay?”

“Perfect,” I assured him. “Don’t hold back, Cal.”

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “My perfect mate.”

I felt a slight pull at my panties then heard a rip, the pressure releasing. Cal raised the fabric up with a sheepish smile, having cut through it with his claws.

“Open your legs wide for me, Medea, and hold them there.”

My dragon leaned away, fumbling with his belt as I did what he asked. I was fully exposed to him, legs open wide before him with my pussy on full display. Cal growled in approval as he raced to undo his trousers, but shook his head.

“I need a taste first.”

It was all the warning I got before my mate dove forward, that wicked, forked tongue sliding through my slit then lightly pinching my clit, one for on either side of the bud. I bucked into the air, but Cal pinned me to the sofa with his hands as he ravished me, lapping and sucking and even snarling against my folds, the vibration setting me off into a toe curling orgasm with a shout.

If anyone had entered this hallway, they would know exactly what was happening in here.

I didn’t give a single fuck.

“You are divine when you come,” he mumbled, still teasing my clit with his tongue, but I was already grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him towards me.

“Need you.” I peppered his face with kisses. “I need you inside me, please, Cal.”

“You never have to beg me, Mate.”

Cal took my hand in his and lead me down to explore his anatomy.

Both of his cocks. A large shaft protruded from a slit in his scales, the gold from his throat continuing down across his chest and abs and all way to the deep V between his legs.The shaft split into into two heads a few inches from its base; each one was covered in little raised knobs. Tentatively, I reached out and stroked him, humming in approval as the knobs rubbed along my palm. They were going to feel amazing.

I scooted forward to line myself up with him, then stopped.

How in the world was I going to do this?

“You’re made to take me, Medea, and you will, in every way we can think of.” He chuckled. That was both a threat and a thrill, and I was here for both. “Why don’t we start with one inside of you tonight? The other can brush your clit.”

I nodded; that sounded amazing. “And that will be good for you, too?”

Cal leaned forward so that his words rumbled against my throat as he spoke, lips teasing along my ear. “Any time I’m touching you is exquisite for me.”

With that, his hips snapped forward and I lost all train of thought or ability to speak.

One of Cal’s shafts filled my pussy, and I had been so, so right. Those knobbly ridges danced along my inner walls, teasing my G spot, and A spot, and every single spot that was known to humankind and probably some we hadn’t truly discovered yet. With each thrust in and out my pleasure lit up like a firecracker, each sensation working in tandem to drive me out of my mind. Cal reached between us to stroke his other shaft, letting the knobs slide along my clit with each thrust of his hand and hips. Each snap of his hips drove me higher and higher until we hovered on the edge.

“Need to bite you,” he growled, never losing rhythm.

“Yes!”

As soon as I answered another orgasm raced through me, Cal following right after me. I felt the gush of cum along my pussy and inside it, filling me up and covering me in his scent as his teeth sank into my shoulder. There was a brief moment of pain followed by waves of pleasure as the bond snapped into place. It felt like we floated there, lost in each other for hours, though it was likely only a moment. Coming down from the high of our mating, each one of us panting for breath and clinging to hold each other tight, I was overwhelmed with smug satisfaction.

I had a mate. A hot, wonderful, caring dragon mate.

We traded sheepish smiles as we put ourselves back together, fixing what clothing we could and cleaning up. We emerged from the room to see Camphor up the hallway, hands over her ears and posted like a sentry.

As we approached, she turned and outright cackled. “Congratulations to the newly mated couple. Now let me steal your mate for a second—” Cal growled at that, but she shushed him, “Let me steal her and fix that sex nest you made of her hair so you two can go back to the party without everyone knowing what happened up here.”

“Hurry back,” Cal urged, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

“Always.”

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