Page 28 of The Dragon in the Corner Office (Monstrous New York #1)

Chapter 28

A shiver rushes through my body as the cool air brushes my damp clothes. “This is fucking amazing!” I shout over the breeze, but I don’t know if Antoinette can even hear me.

I’m riding a dragon! Walking into our office earlier, I thought Antoinette was going to burn the entire building to the ground. Pen was frantic, chasing after her with a fire extinguisher. But it’s like her usual soothing words bounced right off Antoinette’s armor.

Until I showed up. One look into those molten golden eyes and she seemed to cool immediately .

And when she said she loves me, I think my heart nearly exploded at hearing those sweet words from her lips.

For a second, I almost thought she was going to blame me for getting fired, but she surprised me, taking comfort in my presence when she used to shut me out.

The wind whistles by my ears, and I bend until my face is closer to the side of hers. “Where are we going?” I yell over the flapping of her wings and the air racing past us.

Instead of answering me, Antoinette tilts her body, forcing me to grip her neck tighter when we veer left. Like I’m on a rollercoaster, my stomach swoops with the sudden drop, but I feel weightless. It’s amazing!

Down below, blinding light dances off the surface of the water, sparkling like diamonds with every wave and ripple. Antoinette flaps her wings slower, gliding on the breeze as we approach… “Is that the Statue of Liberty?”

Recognizable by the distinct green patina of the spiked crown and torch, Antoinette circles the statue with grace and ease, in total control in her dragon form. I’m in awe. This powerful creature has been hiding in the same office as me all this time.

Sure, I saw her during our game of chase at Maggie’s orchard, but it was dark, and I was too drunk on the lust flowing through my veins.

Right now, my head is clear and there’s not a cloud in the sky .

My hands run up the sides of her scale-covered neck, smooth and warm; the sunlight plays on each scale, making them sparkle like the rarest of black opals.

Her wings brush my legs with each flap, and I curl my feet tighter to her body while turning to admire the webbed membrane. Just like the other night, it reminds me of a galaxy. Swirling specs of black, gold, and navy weave together to create a beautiful masterpiece that glitters in the sun.

I’m so lost in my perusal of Antoinette, I don’t notice we’re back at her penthouse until her giant clawed feet touch down on the balcony. Stumbling, I scramble from her back and nearly land on my ass as she bursts into flames. A naked, human Antoinette stands before me not even a second later.

Before I can get a single word out, her hands are in my hair and her lips are on mine. The kiss is desperate, a claiming in some ways. My hands find the supple flesh of her ass, boosting her up until she wraps her luscious thighs around my waist.

My clothes are dried from the ride here, but her hands pull and rip until my jacket, tie, and shirt flutter to the ground.

Greedy hands run over the muscles of my chest and back as she continues to attack my mouth with hers. Somehow, I stumble into her bedroom, and we land on her bed in a tangle of limbs.

She’s panting when she pulls her mouth from mine. “I want to mate you. Will you let me?” Flames flicker in her eyes as she stares up at me.

“What does that mean? Mate me?” My eyebrows dip. If it means being with her for the rest of my life, then I’m one hundred percent in.

Her slender fingers stroke my hair in a soothing, hypnotic pattern, and I lean further into her touch. Lately, she’s more willing to show affection, and I lap that shit up, bathing in her gentle caresses and freely given kisses.

“It’s extremely rare. A legend my mother told me when I was small,” she says, voice rich and alluring. “But every once in a while, a dragon finds a partner they want to spend eternity with. A mate.”

“Your parents. Were they mates?”

She shakes her head, eyes closing as she swallows. When her eyes open again, there’s a hint of sadness in them. “No, they weren’t mates. And, maybe, that’s why my dad didn’t stick around. I’ll never know.”

Bracing on one hand, I cup her cheek with the other. Opalescent black scales burst through the skin, something she’s also been doing more around me—letting glimpses of her beautiful dragon out more often. I love seeing the real Antoinette. My thumb sweeps over her cheekbone, and I savor the rough texture of each scale. The warmth like a burst of sunshine shooting straight to my skittering heart. “You know I’d never leave you, right? ”

She nods, fingers still weaving through my hair, like she can’t bear to let me go. Her other hand presses on my chest, forcing me to lie on the bed next to her. “And I’d never leave you. When I’m with you, I’m whole for the first time in my life. I don’t have this empty pit in my heart anymore. All thanks to you, Cyrus.”

“Ditto, princess. So what does mating entail?” I smile at the word— mate. It’s different, but I don’t hate it. Especially if it means I’m hers.

“According to legend, it has to happen during sex.”

My eyes dip down to her full breasts. The rosy nipples harden under my scrutinizing gaze, and I lick my lips. “I’m game.” Reaching out, I flick the tight bead of flesh.

Her chest shakes with a husky laugh, causing her breasts to bounce… and my cock to harden. “I’m serious, Cyrus.”

“So am I.” I swing my gaze back to hers, only to find lust replacing any previous emotion.

Huffing a breath, she continues. “I’m immortal, so if we’re going to be together, we need to solidify our mate bond with a bite.”

“Kinky.” I wink at her, but she rolls her eyes.

“This is serious, Wilcox! If I bite you, it will sync up our life spans. You’ll be immortal, Cyrus. It’s not reversible, so you have to be absolutely sure.” She pauses, searching my face. “Are you sure you want to be stuck with me forever? I’m moody and bossy and a workaholic. I don’t like being told what to do, and I’m not the best at letting people in.”

My thumb brushes under her eye, catching a lone tear before it can fall. Living forever with this smart, stubborn, gorgeous creature by my side sounds like fucking heaven. “Trust me, princess. If I can’t handle you at your worst, do I really deserve to be with you at your best? You’re not going to scare me off now. I’m in too deep. I’m all the way in, if you are.”

Her head bobs, a radiant smile on her face, and her eyes shimmering. “Yes. I’m so far in that it terrifies me sometimes. But I love you, Cyrus.”

Those words pull a groan from my chest before I slam my mouth to hers, continuing our earlier heated kiss.

Rolling her to the center of the bed, I nestle between her spread thighs, the heat of her cunt calling to my throbbing cock. The hard length presses against my zipper, nearly boring a hole in the fabric to get inside my sweet dragon. “So how’s this gonna work, princess? I fuck you and you bite me.” My lips trail down her neck as I speak, the words heating her already burning skin. I love how she’s always so warm, welcoming my touch… and my cock.

Her laughter rings through the air. The sound is more free than ever. “Remember when I said I don’t like being told what to do?”

Before I can respond, I’m pinned to the bed, an utterly feral Antoinette straddling my hips. Beams of sunlight stream through the windows behind the bed, illuminating her spread wings and fiery eyes. The flick of her tail behind her back catches my eyes, anticipation roaring to life in my veins as my cock leaks in my pants.

Trailing her hands down my stomach, I suck in a breath. Antoinette quickly unbuckles my belt. Undoing the button and zipper, she tugs my pants and boxers down, leaving me totally naked and exposed under her penetrating stare.

On cue, my cock jumps against my stomach, hard and ready.

She must notice because she circles her claw-tipped fingers around my shaft, squeezing until I groan, and twisting her wrist as she strokes me. “I want you delirious with pleasure and begging for my bite before I sink my teeth into your skin, Cyrus. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, princess. Yes.” My words fade off on a moan when she twists her wrist again, applying the perfect amount of pressure to send a trickle of pre-cum rushing from the tip of my cock.

She could ask me to jump off a cliff right now, and I’d happily take the plunge.

This beautiful woman has my whole soul, and I never want it back.

I want her to keep me for eternity.

“Keep moving your hand like that, and I’ll be begging in no time,” I rasp.

When she leans down, forked tongue skating up the sides of my shaft, all the breath leaves my lungs on a choked moan. I’m light-headed, every last drop of blood pulsing to my cock, the flesh red and angry.

“Please, princess.”

Reaching the tip, she moans and laps up the bead of pre-cum. “You taste so good, my love. Give me more.”

Then her lips wrap around my shaft and she slides her mouth all the way down until her nose brushes my pelvis. The muscles in her throat contract around my weeping cock, forcing another rush of pre-cum. Antoinette moans again, the sound vibrating straight to my balls, and I almost lose my load right then and there.

Gagging slightly, she pulls back with a gasp, my cock slipping from her sinful mouth. Before she can dive back down, I weave my fingers through her hair, holding her steady so we’re eye to eye. “If you do that again, I’m gonna come. And I don’t want to waste a drop in your perfect mouth, Antoinette. I only come in your cunt right now. Got it?”

Defiance flares in her eyes, but her puffy lips pull into a smirk, exposing sharp fangs. “You’re not doing very well at this whole begging thing, Wilcox.”

That fucking does it. Wrapping my fingers around her hips, they dig into the soft cushion of fat when I drag her up my body. She squeaks a protest, but comes willingly.

Once we’re face to face, her breath fanning my lips, I say, “Please, princess. Let me fill your beautiful cunt with all of my cum for the rest of eternity. Take pity on your mate, my beautiful dragon queen. Let him breed you over and over until you can’t possibly take another drop.” I hold her gaze, rocking her against my cock. “Is that good enough for you, Bauer?”

Humor dances across her features, a laugh puffing against my lips. “I suppose that will do.”

She straightens and rises onto her knees, wings flapping lazily behind her as she wraps a hand around my shaft and lines the tip up to her opening. “You’re sure?” A hint of doubt breaks through the lust on her face, and I hate it. I never want her to doubt my love for her. Ever.

“I am one thousand percent sure, Antoinette. You don’t like being told what to do—well, I don’t do anything I don’t want to. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me.”

Any hesitation fades from her beautiful face, the strong and stunning dragon breaking through.

I groan and tighten my hands around her hips when she slips the tip of my cock into her ribbed cunt. The tight walls flutter, loosening as she sinks all the way down to the base with a swivel of her hips. I’m hypnotized by the sway of her plump breasts and the swell of her stomach while she rides my cock. There’s no way I’m going to last long when this sex goddess is on top of me.

Tipping her head back, her wings open to their full span, and she moans. “Cyrus, yes. You feel so good inside me. I never want this to end.”“It doesn’t have to,” I promise on a groan, grinding my hips up so her clit drags against me. The smooth, scaled flesh of her tail slides around my leg, twining tight, like she’s anchoring me to her in every way.

I like that. Knowing she needs to be surrounded by me just as much as I need to be surrounded by her.

“So good, Cyrus,” she moans, working her hips in a frenzy, chasing the high we both need.

Reaching a hand around her back, I grip the base of her tail—right above the crack of her perfect ass—guiding her to ride me harder. Faster.

My other hand grips the supple flesh of her ass cheek, fingers digging in as I pump my hips, fucking her from below.

Suddenly, her hands slap against my chest, eyes glowing like lava, brighter than ever before. Black scales creep along her hairline and cheekbones, lining the perimeter of her face before disappearing down her neck. They extend from her claw-tipped fingers, which dig into my pec muscles, up to her elbows.

Her body is more scales than skin at this point, and she’s fucking stunning.

“I’m gonna come. Bite me now, princess. It has to be now!” I’m not sure how I know this. Some foreign instinct takes over, and the need for her fangs in my neck hums in my blood .

Dipping down, Antoinette obliges, running her nose up the side of my neck, like she’s scenting me. At the first prick on her sharp teeth, her pussy muscles clamp around my cock, almost to the point of pain.

But the discomfort turns to euphoria when her fangs sink into my neck. It’s like every ounce of tension rushes from my body until I’m floating on a cloud.

White spots dance across my vision, and I slam my eyes shut. My cock jolts, spurting cum into her womb while I moan.

Antoinette moans against my neck, her tight pussy locking around me as she succumbs to her orgasm.

When I open my eyes, we’re surrounded by glowing golden flames. “H-holy shit,” I whisper, lifting my hand from her hip to reach toward the flickering wall of fire rising from the bed. My fingers sift through it, and rather than being burned, a cooling sensation washes over me. “Antoinette, look.”

Retracting her fangs, the hot sweep of her tongue laps at the blood trickling from the wound. “Mmmm, what?” Her head lifts, eyes widening as she takes in the strange inferno surrounding us. Scaled fingers thread through mine, turning our hands this way and that as the flames dance around us. “This must be the mate bond cementing.”

“How long does it last?”

Dark eyebrows pinch. “I’m not sure. Do you feel any different?” Her head tilts from the fire to me.

I shrug, wiggling my toes and fingers, twisting my head. “No?” Then my cock twitches inside her cunt, an electric jolt of pleasure shooting down my spine. “Wait.”

Gripping her hips again, I give a testing thrust. Yep, definitely hard again.

She squeals, but it turns to laughter when I roll us and settle on top of her. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Messy raven hair spilling around her like a dark waterfall. Iridescent scales gleaming in the sunlight. And the most striking thing of all: her golden gaze that ensnared me from the first moment we were forced to share an office.

Bending my neck, I kiss her. Unhurried. Lazy strokes of my tongue against hers.

“Do dragons not have a refractory period?” I ask, slowly thrusting into her.

She pulls away from my lips, but I chase her, kissing down her neck as I make love to my mate. “I don’t know. I’ve never had sex with a dragon. Maybe immortal males don’t?”

I growl, sucking her hard nipple into my mouth. “Doesn’t matter,” I mumble around a mouthful of her heated flesh. “I’ll just have to fuck you over and over and over again. Fill you with so much cum, it’s leaking from your pores.”

Arching her neck, she moans when I latch my teeth around her nipple and tug. “Yes. ”

This round is different from her earlier claiming. We take our time. Hands caressing scales and skin. Lips no longer desperate, but reverent.

We reach the peak together, a symphony of moans as I hold her tight, taking comfort in the warmth of her body. This is what the rest of my life will be like. A long and happy one, with Antoinette by my side.

Once we’re finished, finally boneless and satiated, a small line of smoke trails from Antoinette’s mouth. Fingers pinched like she’s holding a cigarette, she swings her eyes toward me. “Are you ready for round three?”

“Very funny.” I tuck an arm behind my head, lying on my back next to her in her ridiculously soft bed. “Give me a couple minutes.”

She laughs, but her face falls, all joking aside when her expression sobers. “In all seriousness. What are we going to do now? We’re jobless in New York City. This apartment isn’t cheap. But I don’t think Andrews will give either of us a glowing review after what happened today.” She winces, no doubt remembering the utter chaos we left behind for poor Penelope to deal with.

We should probably call and check on her.

“You know,” I say, wrapping an arm around her and tugging her against my chest—where she belongs. “O’Malley never signed the warehouse over to Big York. And he did say it was meant to be yours .” I stroke a hand over my chin, a plan forming in my mind. “I have a pretty good chunk in savings.”

Her eyebrows rise. “So do I. I was only working for Andrews to make enough to start my own firm.”

Hope flickers like a flame between us. “What if I became your investor? If we pool our money, I bet we’d have enough for you to start your own firm. What do you say, princess? Wanna be my boss?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”