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I don’t usually make out with strangers. This guy is a stranger. I’ve known him for one day.

On the other hand, people know each other for dinner and a movie and then go at it like rabbits, right?

“It’s not too fast, little wren. You were made to be caught by someone who could protect you. Take you under his wings,” Graham chuckles as he seems to read my mind. His breath perfumes the few inches of air between our lips, a sweetly smoky scent like the memory of grilling herbs. It tingles in my nostrils as his tongue sweeps across my throat and flickers over my lips.

A perfect, tiny inverted V shows the slight fork in his tongue. He’s fascinating, like the rare plants I used to see on our high school’s annual trip to Longwood Gardens.

Is that why you like him? Because he’s a distraction, something you can use to take your mind off your troubles? Does a hot bodyguard and a dangerous situation equal falling into bed?

Or because he makes it sound like he wants you, and only you? You’re his treasure, his hoard, his precious, whereas with Vincenzo Genovese, you’d just be one of his harem.

“I’m a mess, aren’t I?” I murmur as his wings rub against my bare back.

“Oh, lass. If you knew the steaming pile I’ve been. Helping you is only the second thing I’ve managed to do right in over a year.”

“What’s the first?”

“Coming to Pine Ridge to help my brother and his wife,” he confesses. “There’s... There’s a lot you don’t know about me. But I’ll tell you later. When things are safer.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, either. How could we know each other well after only a day together?” I swallow.

Graham stops kissing my shoulder. “Shall we stop?”

“Sure. Yeah. That’s smart.”

But neither of us let go.

***

I T’S THAT OLD GAME .

You hang up.

No, you.

No, you .

Only this isn’t a call that I can end. The pull of treasure drives a dragon to madness. “I don’t want to let you go,” I confess.

“Good. I don’t want to let you go, either. I was trying to be sensible,” Angela confesses. “I didn’t want you to think I was slutty.”

My tail lashes and wings flare back in anger when she talks about herself like that. “Never speak about my mate like that!”

“Mate sounds primitive—and permanent.” Angela’s voice is a squeak as I survey her naked curves as she steps away from me. Steps toward her bed.

I wish she wouldn’t do that. Look so timid. Between her posture that screams “prey,” her body that screams “mate me,” and the amulet that declares “Mine!” I’m barely making words.

“Did you want someone to cast you aside when he was done with you?” I growl.

She shakes her head.

“Don’t you deserve forever?” I stalk closer, feeling the ridges of scales that hide my cocks starting to split apart, waiting to let them out.

“I... I want forever, but with the right person.”

It’d be so much simpler if I could tell her that the amulet chose her for me, if I could explain how sacred that bit of silver dangling between her plump, perfect breasts is. “Grant me the chance to prove it. If I guard ye, protect ye, and please ye... you’ll be mine to protect and treasure for always?”

She likes the idea; I can see it in her starry eyes, in her awed expression. “But... We just met.”

“And you’d just met your Mr. Mafia, too,” I counter, hand reaching for her, landing gently on the wet curl of hair that falls to her shoulder. “And he didn’t offer to lay his empire at your feet and cast all other consorts aside?”

“No. Not at all.”

Hmph. Human men don’t know a damn thing about courting.

“That sounds fair,” she says in a hoarse voice. “An offer I don’t want to refuse.”

I don’t tell her that less than an hour ago, I was sure she’d greet my halfling form with cries of terror or disgust, and I’d been ready to gloat over my being right about how inferior human women were.

Her hand lands on my thigh as I stand by the bed, and my thoughts shatter apart. The only thing I can focus on now is her.

Sweet, soft butterscotch skin in contrast to the purple scales she’s touching. “Really not afraid?”

She shakes her head.

I arch one eyebrow as I reach a careful talon down to trace over her face. Her eyes close in bliss as I drag my thumb across her lower lip. “Does the princess prefer the dragon?” I breathe.

A single nod as her lips close around my thumb and send me cloud-high, the tickle of her tongue on the armor of my scales so intimate, so erotic.

“I’m different than other men,” I warn, immediately wishing I hadn’t. It sounds so obvious.

Angela smiles up at me, kissing my thumb before releasing it. “I noticed and I approve.” Her short, perfectly manicured nails drag down my hip. “You feel amazing. Sensory overload in the best possible way.”

“Well. Um. There’s one other thing. Actually, two other things.” I grunt as the battle between my cocks and my self-control is lost. The cocks are the winner, sliding out in a shimmering purple rush. The upper phallus is thick and long, shaped like a human’s, just more curved at the tip—and a dark lavender. The second is smaller and has a more rounded head, dangling just beneath the bigger member.

Angela’s eyes widen. “Oh, wow. That’s... How does that work?”

“Oh, the possibilities are endless,” I sigh, relaxing further when she doesn’t recoil. “Would my mate like to see some options?”

“You should stop calling me that,” Angela protests faintly as I leap lightly onto the bed, pulling her into my arms as I pounce.

“Why don’t you wait until I’ve finished the first round and see if I can earn the right?”

***

F IRST ROUND, GRAHAM says. That implies multiple rounds. With multiple cocks.

It’s insane how wet I just got.

Graham’s forked tongue flits across my nipples as his head burrows between my breasts. His scaled palms grasp and grope, setting my skin to singing on every touch. I can’t describe it. It’s sort of like one of those lightly textured massagers is targeting every inch of me at once as our bodies weave together.

But my smooth, shimmery lover leaves our tangle of limbs, kissing his way down over my belly, nuzzling into the neat patch of trimmed curls between my thighs.

I’m happy he’s the kind of guy who knows how to give, but I don’t expect the absolutely sinful moan that he lets out. “Did you come?” I ask, totally startled.

“You go first,” he winks up at me, parting my thighs.

“But that noise—”

“I get to taste you. What sort of noise did you think I would make?” Graham demands.

His tongue darts out and lashes at the apex of my outer lips as his fingers spread me apart. I’d be squirming and self-conscious except for the fact that Graham falls forward and buries his face in my pussy like he’s starving.

“Your scent and your arousal are aphrodisiacs to your mate, you know.”

I don’t point out that I wouldn’t know. I don’t want to think about all the crass comments I’ve heard men make about how women taste or smell. All I can do is reach for his long, thick black hair—and wrap my fingers around his horns instead.

“Yes,” he purrs. No, rumbles. His wings spread, and his tail lashes. I have to laugh, even as he starts to lap at me in earnest.

My bodyguard is like a big, happy kitty who just got into the catnip.

“You’re so cute,” I sigh.

He grunts. “That’s not what a dragon likes to hear when he’s trying to please his mate.”

“But you are—ooh. Ohhh, what the—”

I forget what I’m trying to say. Claws dig into the plump padding of my mound, and those delectable scaly lips wrap around my clit, drawing several inches of my folds in along with it. That would be enough to send me over the edge in a minute, but the cool, slender object that just slid deep into my slit?

My thighs go rigid. “What is—”

“Tails are so useful. They can be as deadly as a bullwhip,” Graham says between sucks, his voice complacent, “or perfect little pistons to please your puss.” As he says those words, I feel his tail slipping in and out, smooth and solid, twisting around inside of me on every short thrust.

“That’s incredible.”

He lifts his head and smiles up at me as I clutch my breasts, thumbs rolling across nipples. “I could watch you like this for hours. Taking my tail in your sweet little cunny. And you quite like when my talons kiss your thighs.”

My cheeks flush as I feel him dig his claws into my inner thigh.

“But I think I’d like to see your face when I stroke your clit. Play with this little jewel. This is going to be my favorite treasure to hoard,” he gloats, smiling wickedly at me as one hand squeezes the hood of my clitoris back and exposes the sensitive head to his scaled thumb. He bends down to lick it, sending shudders through me. He draws back, then bends in again, this time leaving me sloppy wet so his thumb can glide across my clit in wet circles—while his tail is still fucking me, building the pace each second.

The friction on my clit combined with the sharp stings of his claws, and the tail that suddenly plunges in and rocks back and forth...

My legs try to slam shut as my orgasm crashes into me like a wrecking ball. I’ve never come like that, so fast, so hard, not just turned on in my body, but turned on by the way Graham talks to me. By the way he gets in my head.

“No, Angela. I gave you this gift. I want to see you take it,” Graham hisses, pinning my thighs down and watching my pussy squeeze and spasm on his twitching tail.

The command in his voice. The way I struggle and buck as pleasure courses through me, and he doesn't move an inch except to kiss my knee...

I let out a half-sob of pleasure and dig my fingers into his wrist. “So good!”

Graham lets me go with a pained sound. “Watching your walls fuck my tail instead of my cock is torture.”

He has a filthy mouth, and I’m so not complaining. “Cock? Not plural?”

Graham crawls up next to me, letting the twin erections brush against my shaking thigh as he nuzzles me. “I didn’t want to presume you’d want both.”

Who wouldn’t want both? “That was sweet of you. But wouldn’t your mate want to take both?” I ask, potentially putting myself in hot water.

“Yessss,” he breathes out, and the sweet, smoky smell curls around me once again. “But a dragoness is bigger in her shifted form. Two would be perfect for her. For you...” He licks his lips and lazily drapes his tail over his shoulders, the tip coated in my essence. “This filled you up nicely, and it’s much more narrow.”

I lean up on my elbow, eyelids lowered as if I’m deliberately overlooking any inhibitions I have. My mouth opens, and I run my tongue slowly over the tip of Graham’s tail, hearing his sharp intake of breath. My lips close around it, and I suck softly, slowly.

“By God, woman...”

I ignore him, my hand pushing past his to reach the first, larger cock. It’s easily the size of one of those thick Italian salamis my mother would get every Christmas, maybe eight inches, maybe more. The one behind it is smaller, the width of two fingers, and a few inches shorter.

I release Graham’s tail and ignore his questioning noise as I slide down the bed, settling my head on one of his muscular thighs. My hand works around the bigger cock while my mouth gently engulfs the smaller one.

“Fuck,” Graham whimpers.

“Big bad dragon,” I tease, switching places, my mouth tackling the pointed head of his thicker member.

“Don’t tempt me, princess.”

“Or you’ll lock me in the tower?” My eyes move upwards to catch his rapt expression.

“Or I’ll pound your ass and pussy until you’ll need your faithful dragon to carry you everywhere,” he snarls. “Perhaps everyone will think you’re too spoiled to walk.”

“Maybe they’ll think you’re too greedy with your treasure to share me,” I counter.

The words leave my mouth and so does Graham’s cock. He’s a whirl of wings and fangs, pinning me under him before I can cry out. “I don’t share my treasure. I don’t want your sweet little cunt wrapped around anything but me for the rest of your days. It’s just a matter of whether you want to try one at a time, one per hole, or if you’d like to start small and work your way up,” he grunts, rubbing the wider cock through my wetness.

I’m so soaked I can hear the sound of him moving against me, so wet that his smaller cock slides into me, and both of us cry out. I wrap my legs around his, hands scrabbling at his waist. “I just want you,” I beg. I’m desperate for him, for pleasure, to just look at him and touch him.

Never felt like this before—and the thought of feeling this way with anyone else makes me feel sick.

Maybe I am the dragon’s mate.

***

M Y TREASURE. MY MATE . Her body pulls me in and holds fast, rippling pink walls clutching me. I almost spend immediately, but I don’t want to. I want both cock in her at once.

Greedy with my treasure is right. Selfish? Possibly. Swept off my feet, shocked to my core? Definitely.

A few clumsy thrusts help us align, my much smaller, softer jewel nestled under me as she takes my cock as deep as it will go while the larger one rubs against her belly, leaving silvery trails of pre-cum all across her skin. Without my asking, one of her hands comes down and grips it, warm fingers tugging me in time with the velvety clasps of her pussy.

“You spoil me.”

Her smile is lazy, high on pleasure. “I’m glad.”

I lean down to kiss her, easily holding myself up with one arm. I pry my cock away from her hand and rub the head against her opening. It sticks at first, but with a straining sound from my mate, I push past her resisting muscles, sped onward by how wet she is.

Angela’s eyes squeeze shut, and she breathes out in tight puffs for a minute as her body adjusts. “That’s a lot,” she hisses, biting her bottom lip.

“Too much?”

“I’m not sure—ohhh. Ohh, no, not too much.” Her body opens up, taking more of me in with one hot, wet rush, walls clamped so tight that I’m afraid to move in case one of us tears something.

Angela pulses on me, hips wriggling, then shifting, moving herself on me.

It’s probably wrong to fall in love with someone’s body before their soul, but I’m utterly captivated by the feel of her, the way she looks under me, the way she moves around me.

Scales and tails were the only things that I thought would ever excite me like this—but the contrast between her soft, cushiony body and my hard, plated one... “Salty and sweet,” I muse aloud, brain following rabbit trails while my body is in paradise.

“What is? Me?”

I think of her delectable little quim. “That, too. No, just how good you feel. How we blend together,” I groan as I feel her muscles give, letting me move more freely inside of her. Together, we bounce, most of my cock stretching her, and her plump hips and breasts juggling on each thrust. “Mesmerizing,” I sigh.

***

H E THINKS I’M MESMERIZING ? I’m so lost in watching him. Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve never seen anything like him before, and he’s so hot. Every inch is muscled. Every bit of him looks wicked and dangerous, and yet I feel the threat is directed towards others.

Maybe we had it all wrong in the fairy tales. The handsome knights were the wicked ones. The dragons breathing fire were the protectors, standing up against armies, swords, and shields. All to save the princess, not trap her.

The rocking of his hips to mine builds and turns pressure into pleasure, every nerve ending inside of me rubbed and pressed. His second cock slips and slides, nudging my asshole, making me jump on every other thrust, but that only serves to scrap my clit against his long, lithe body as he takes me so thoroughly.

The dragon ate the princess.

And then he fucked her, consumed every inch. Every hole.

“Can’t tell if you’re inviting me in, Angela,” Graham whispers.

I can’t tell up from down at this point, I’m just in a cloudy spiral of pleasure, squeezing against him for all I’m worth, desperate to come again.

“You don’t stop that, and I’ll fill your pussy up right now.”

No one’s ever come inside of me. That’s what condoms are for. I think about telling him to pull out, but my tongue goes on strike.

Graham licks two of his fingers and slides them down between my legs, rubbing them over my clit in firm circles. “I can’t come until my lady does,” he whispers.

“Are you going to come inside of me?” I ask, pussy tightening in anticipation, trying to fight off the wave of orgasm as it builds.

Graham looks down on me and moves his hand, trailing it up over my belly, his claws leaving soft white lines. “Every time.”

“But—”

“I’ll make sure you’re handsomely rewarded for taking every drop in your pussy.”

I swallow and give up. “Graham,” I moan.

“Mmm, I can feel you letting go. My sweet little wren. You like when the big dragon draws the pleasure out of you again and again. You like the secrets a forked tongue tells.” One of his hands clutches my shoulder and I feel all his weight shift as he tenses and stills, buried as deep inside as he can go, his second cock sliding down between my cheeks.

No escape from the pleasure, the pressure, his talons, his tongue... The spiral explodes inside of me and I come, silent and shaking, lips gasping as I watch his golden irises taking in the spectacle he makes of me.

There’s a shaking in his limbs that builds to a long, low roar, the kind of rumbling vibration that shakes every cell in your body and the pictures on the walls. I feel him pop inside of me, a hard spasm that’s followed by a flood, silky wet fluid trapped inside of me by his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out as I feel it puddling between our bodies and coating my pussy. It dribbles down my thighs and coats his second cock where it nestles between my ass cheeks. Still inside of me, he rocks, the room silent except for his heavy breathing and the obscenely wet squelching.

“Reward?” he asks.

I could ask what it is. But I swallow and nod. Whatever it is, it’ll be good.

The second cock lines up in the slick mess, aiming at my tight backdoor.

“I can make you come again. Have you ever had an orgasm with a cock in each hole?” he asks, already rubbing my buzzing clit.

“No.” Never had anything in there besides a finger, but I don’t tell him that. One of my boyfriends tried to be adventurous, but he failed. Miserably. My insides squirm in nervous excitement. I’m confident Graham is going to erase all memories of other lovers.

“Is my little mate worried that it won’t feel good?”

“We just did a lot. You just came. Aren’t you tired?” I ask.

“Not in the slightest.”

***

I LAY WITH MY MATE , her thigh up over my hip, my tail preparing her for my cock as I massage her breasts. My softening cock is still inside of her, trapping my seed. Angela rocks herself to peak after peak on my thickness while my talons help by toying with her puffy clit.

Soon she moans as my tail plunders her ass, the slippery floods of my cum making excellent lubricant. There’s only a momentary gasp when I replace the slender tail tip with my smaller cock. “There you go, my love,” I soothe. “That’s not very big, is it? And it feels good when you relax.”

In seconds, Angela is pushing back against me as if she’s eager to capture more and more of my narrower length in her tighter hole. My other cock begins to wake back up, and in moments, I’m giving Angela the promised reward I originally planned, stuffing both of her holes at once and fucking her thoroughly. I watch her eyes widen as she realizes that now I’m driving back against her and the little anal massage has turned into pussy and ass fucking, her little body pinned down by two dragon cocks.

“This is my reward?” she whispers, licking her lips.

I roll her onto her back and push her wrists above her head, my hands trapping each one on the mattress so I have full leverage over her. “I was hoping to teach you to squirt in pleasure, but I’ll be satisfied if you reach your peak for the ... what is this? Sixth time?”

“I think so.”

“Maybe I can charm your heart like I’ve charmed your body,” I suggest, pressing into her to hear her groan, to feel her struggle to take all of me. Angela doesn’t shrink away from it, but rather lifts her hips to mine.

“Hungry pussy.” I smirk, doubling my speed, grinding into her, chasing the sensation I’ve come to love, the squeezing of her walls, the sudden fluttering as they dance around my cock in orgasm. While her vaginal walls flutter, her backdoor just tightens and clamps, trying to work against me. I’m so lost in sensations that one of her hands slides from my grasp and tugs my horn, directing our mouths to meet. My tongue wraps around hers, a lazy battle that’s the opposite of the ones our hips are waging.

“Ye-esss! Fuck, yes!” Angela ends our kiss with a cry, ripping her lips away to screech when she peaks, and I burst right after her, in awe that this sexy human with her abundant curves just fucked me until my wings are weak and my legs collapse.

“You are magical,” I groan, lying limp across her.

She just sighs and strokes the ridges of bone above my cheeks.