Page 25 of The Dragon in the Corner Office (Monstrous New York #1)

Chapter 25

H ot breath fans across my cheek, pulling a moan from my throat. I’m hovering on the edge of sleep and wakefulness. A fluffy haze fills my body as pressure ebbs between my thighs, and a warm weight lingers above me.

Responding to the subtle rocking of my body, my eyelids flutter, trying—and failing—to pull me from my slumber. The last thing I remember is falling asleep sprawled across—

“Shhh, princess. You don’t have to wake up, but I need you to lock that sweet pussy around my cock. Can you do that for me?” Cyrus’s rich voice echoes through my dreams, and I sink further into the pleasure surging in my veins. It radiates from my stretched pussy to the tips of my fingers.

“Yes, Cyrus. Don’t stop.” My voice is a soft rasp, still clinging to the last remnants of sleep.

My sleep-addled brain finally catches up. Days after our conversation at the guest house, Cyrus is following through with his fantasy. The thought of him being so needy that he had to slide into my pussy while we were sleeping has me on the brink of orgasm.

With slow, measured thrusts, he rolls his hips at just the right angle so his cock drags against my G-spot every time.

Tingles erupt through my sleepy body.

One thumb rests against my clit, creating the perfect amount of pressure to have me floating into a cloud of bliss. And like he coaxed, my inner walls seize up around his length, where it’s buried deep inside me.

“Oh, fuck.” His words are a low grunt spilled against my ear. “Yes, baby, your cunt is strangling me. I’m gonna reward you with my cum now, princess. Do you want that? To be leaking my cum when you wake up in the morning?”

My eyelids flutter again, this time opening to find Cyrus’s unruly blonde hair tickling my nose while he nuzzles against my neck. “Yes, Cyrus. Give me everything.”

He pulls back, half-lidded gaze filled with sleep and lust as his hips rock in a gentle rhythm, like ocean waves lapping at the shore. “Go back to sleep, princess. I’m almost there.”

I shake my head, wrapping my arms around his broad back. “I’m awake now. Make me come again.”

By now, my pussy has released its death grip on his cock, and I’m ready for another trip above the clouds.

Orgasming is a similar serotonin boost to flying. Both experiences make me weightless, like I’m floating outside my body. It’s addicting, and right now, I need more of it from him.

Suddenly, sleep-rumpled Cyrus is gone. In his place, the dominant alpha from the corporate world springs into action, rolling to his back so I’m left straddling his muscular thighs and slim waist. His cock never leaves my channel as we switch to the new position.

If anything, he sinks deeper, hitting that perfect spot only he can reach.

Eyes locked on mine, he strokes his fingers over my cheekbone, whispering, “Show me how you ride a cock, my beautiful dragon queen.”

The soft words ring with sincerity. My walls crumble, and my dragon surges from my chest. Hot to the touch, my skin warms as his fingers trail over the now visible shimmering black scales.

Following the sweep of his fingertips across my cheek and down to my lips, his eyes fill with so much adoration .

It takes everything in me not to spill the three little words that have been circling my brain—and my heart—for the past week.

I love you.

Instead, I lean down and capture his mouth with mine. Searing lips crash together like turbulent ocean waves as I rock my hips, gliding my soaked core up and down his length.

Breaking the kiss, he clasps his hands around my hips, guiding me to ride him faster.

Head tipped back against the pillows, he groans. “You’re going to ruin me for anyone else, aren’t you?”

Bracing my palms on his chest, his words push me over the edge, and my dragon bursts from my skin. My wings unfurl behind me. Claws lengthen to scrape against his flesh, making him moan. “It’s only fair, Cyrus. You’ve already ruined me.” One claw-tipped hand slips around his throat as I make my confession.

Cyrus’s hands slide up my sides until they’re cupping my breasts. The flesh tingles in his hold, nipples peaked and ready to play. “That’s it, princess. Let her out for me.” His eyes nearly burn my skin when they linger on the scales running between my breasts and down my stomach.

Clearly, he likes what he sees.

With the little confidence boost, I straighten, hair ruffling when my wings extend to their full span. My tail wraps around Cyrus’s leg, and my hips continue to roll against him, taking us higher and higher as we careen toward euphoria.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” His blue eyes blaze in the dark, scorching every exposed inch of skin and scales. “Damn. Look at you. Riding cock like it’s your job.”

I choke a laugh, and he groans as my cunt spasms around his length. “Shut up, Cyrus. Or I’ll have to gag you.” Tightening my fingers around his neck until my claws break the skin, I let him know how serious my words are.

A dark chuckle vibrates from his throat. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, princess.”

I roll my eyes, but hips never stopping, I tip my head back and focus on the pleasure building in my core. I’m almost there.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Cyrus groans. “Do that thing with your tail again—please.”

My head snaps up until my eyes meet his. They’re oozing with desperation, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

I know what he wants, but I’m not above a little teasing right now.

Uncoiling my tail from his leg, it flicks through the air behind me. Taunting him. “What thing?”

Big hands clutch my hips, and he moans. Thrusting up from beneath me, Cyrus fills my slick cunt over and over again with each piston of his hips. I shiver when the tip of his cock hits the perfect spot, and my eyes roll back into my head.

“You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you? Devious woman.” His words are clipped and hoarse, hips snapping up to meet each roll of my own.

My hand is still around his throat, the muscles bobbing when he swallows.

“Be a good boy and tell me what you want, Wilcox.” I want him to beg . Something about knowing I’m what he needs to get off right now has me… giddy .

And I don’t do giddy.

“Goddamnit.” He groans again. “Put your tail in my ass, princess. I’ve never come as hard as I did that night in the woods. I need it again.”

…And there it is.

A wolfish smile splits my lips. “Good boy,” I moan as he grinds my clit along his pubic bone. I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm, but I need him to come with me.

Bringing the tip of my tail to his mouth, I raise an eyebrow. “Get it nice and wet first.”

His eyes widen, but his mouth falls open.

He really is such a good boy.

Fisting the smooth scales, his tongue peeks out and trails over the sensitive underside. A shiver rushes through me at the first swipe of his tongue. So wet and warm.

Reaching the tapered tip, he sucks my tail into his mouth. I groan and rock my hips. The ribbed walls of my cunt flutter around his hard length .

My dragon’s instincts take over, and I shove my tail deeper into his hot mouth until I hit the back of his throat. Cyrus gags, tears welling in his eyes.

But he doesn’t stop.

He’s not a quitter.

No, quite the opposite.

Sucking in air through his nose, Cyrus bobs his head, working my tail like it’s a cock. I’m entranced by the way he slurps it in and out of his mouth until it’s glistening with his spit.

“Damn, that’s hot, Wilcox,” I groan, unable to peel my eyes away from where the black scales shimmer under the moonlight with each bob of his head.

He groans, and the vibrations ripple from the tip of my tail right to my oversensitive clit.

My pussy clenches when Cyrus’s throat muscles contract around my sensitive tail. I’ve never experienced anything more erotic in my life.

The way Cyrus didn’t question it when I pushed past his lips, it’s like he was made for me. Damn . “You’re such a good boy.”

Those simple words of praise pull another moan from his mouth and have goosebumps lifting across his flesh.

With one final push to the back of his throat, I relish the slight gag he makes before I pull my tail free. It’s coated in his saliva. Slick and glistening. Ready for his ass.

His thrusts stop as my tail slithers behind us, disappearing from sight. Slowly, I press between his ass cheeks, searching for his tight pucker.

A guttural groan fills the air, and his fingers pinch into the fat of my hips when I breach the tight ring of muscle.

“Relax for me,” I coo, tail pressing forward slowly, giving him enough time to change his mind.

But he doesn’t. Grip tightening on my hips, he moans. “Don’t stop. Fuck, please.”

His lashes glisten with moisture. I press deeper and curl the tip of my tail against his prostate, pulling a feral groan from his heaving chest. “Yes, princess. Right there.”

Seeing this arrogant man brought to literal tears of pleasure fills me with a whole new level of confidence. He’s so willing to let me fuck him in half-dragon form. He didn’t question my need to chase and dominate him the other night in the woods.

Not only can we go toe to toe in the corporate world, but we can go toe to toe in the bedroom, too. I’ve finally found my true sexual equal in Cyrus. Because as much as I need to be in charge, I secretly love when he takes control of my body and tells me what to do, too.

A sudden sharp pain in my nipple rips me from my thoughts. “Stay with me, Antoinette, because I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Skilled fingers pluck and roll my nipples, adding another layer of pleasure as my hips pick up pace. “I’m right here. Now come for me, Wilcox. Fill my cunt with your seed and claim what’s yours.” Leaning my hands on his chest, I grind down hard at the same time my tail curves inside his ass.

Cyrus’s back arches off the bed. His broken groan is joined by my own pleasured moans when the first pulse of his release hits my core. My inner muscles lock, suffocating his cock. Claws digging into his chest, I freefall into my orgasm with my eyes locked on his beautiful blue ones.

This is what I want for the rest of my life. I know that now.

Once the orgasm fades, my gaze falls to his chest. It’s marred by red lines, oozing with crimson blood. I should probably be riddled with guilt for hurting him.

Instead, pride flares in my chest.

These marks are a claiming.

He’s mine.

Leaning down, I drag the forks of my tongue through the coppery liquid where it trickles from the open wounds. The salty tang coats my tongue, causing my teeth to ache. That familiar need to bite him takes over, and my vision flickers.

Totally unaware of my inner turmoil, Cyrus grabs my face and slams his lips to my bloodied ones. “That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced, Antoinette. You’ve definitely ruined me for anyone else.”

His sweet kisses calm the dragon raging under my flesh, and I push down the need to sink my teeth into his neck… for a little while longer, anyway.

“You know,” I say, leaning my forehead against his. A puff of warm air hits my lips as he groans when my tail slips free of his ass. “You letting me fuck your tight ass is probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.”

Blunt teeth nip at my bottom lip, his tongue licking a soothing path right after. “Yeah?”

After a final peck to his lips, I roll to the side, settling against the pillows so I can see him. Dark-blonde hair is messy from my hands. His muscled chest, arms, and abs glisten with a fine layer of sweat.

Wet with our combined releases, his thick cock lays against his stomach. Damn, he’s impressive even after I drained him dry.

But my eyes linger the longest on the bloodied scratch marks on his broad chest. “I’ve never had sex half-shifted with anyone else.” My eyes flick to his, intense and unblinking. “I’ve never found a partner I could be myself around.”

Warm hands cup my cheeks, his thumbs swipe away the moisture pooling in my eyes. “I feel the same way, princess. I’m used to being the one in charge when it comes to sex. But with you, I feel safe enough to let myself be dominated. Does that make sense? ”

I nod before turning and placing a kiss on his palm. “That’s exactly how I feel, too, Cyrus. So I didn’t take things too far?”

His chuckle has me smiling. “Definitely not. I’m up for round two if you are.”

Eyes dipping down, I wince at the blood still dripping from his chest. It’s going to stain my sheets for sure if I don’t clean him up. The sex was definitely worth it, though. I have a feeling that’s not the last time I’ll be leaving marks on Cyrus. “I should probably bandage your chest. Did I hurt you?”

Cyrus’s gaze drops to his chest, a frown pulling his mouth down at the corners. “Oh! I didn’t even feel that. Guess I was too busy focusing on your tail in my ass.” The sullen look on his face is soon replaced by a panty-melting crooked smirk.

I cackle as I stand from the bed and head to the bathroom. Flipping on the lights, I rummage through the cabinet until I find my first aid kit. Placing it on the counter, I clean myself up and wet a washcloth with warm, soapy water before leaving the bathroom.

By the time I get back to the bed, Cyrus’s eyes are closed and his full lips are parted. A soft snore rumbles from his chest, and one corner of my mouth lifts into a small smile. “Sleeping beauty. Guess I really did drain you.”

As gently as possible, so I don’t wake him, I settle on the bed next to him and get to work cleaning and bandaging each cut.

As I work, my mind fills with images of this beautiful man in my bed every night. Images of Cyrus and I getting ready side by side every morning. Then working side by side every day.

The ultimate power couple of New York real estate.

I sigh, running my fingers through the dusting of dark-blonde hair on his chest. A girl can dream.

No matter how the presentation goes tomorrow, I have to tell him how I feel. Even if it’s the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done in my life; I have to let him all the way into my heart if I want a future with him.

I have to say those three little words out loud.