Beaufort huffs and signals to Thorne. “We never finished searching this place. There may be something useful.”
The two of them stride out.
Dray, now back in human form and currently naked, groans. “Full moon makes me so hungry.” He collapses dramatically to the floor. “I burn about a million more calories.”
I look at him with concern. “You do look a little pale, perhaps you ought to eat–”
I don’t finish my words because he yanks me down onto his lap. “Excellent idea, Kitten. I can eat out your pussy. All your juices must be swimming in calories.”
“I haven’t showered!” I squeal.
“Even better,” he growls against my shoulder, nibbling his way along, his cock hardening beneath me.
I should probably shake him off, and squirm away. We’re on a mission, in the demon realm and I just killed a man. But for a moment I want to be lost in feelings and emotions and forget about everything else, and so I let him reach under my layers and squeeze at my breasts. Next, he’s pulling off the clothes altogether.
“We have a minor in the room,” I remind Dray, motioning towards Blaze, “this is unsuitable viewing.”
“That dragon has a full tummy and is currently passed out.”
I peer over at Blaze and find Dray is correct. The dragon is curled up in the corner, back towards us and snoring away.
Thank goodness because I’m not sure I want to stop Dray right now; I want to lose myself in his body and forget about all the darkness and evil of this place.
I shuffle around in Dray’s embrace until I’m facing him and our noses are barely inches apart. Up close, his eyes are truly stunning and I could get lost in their multitude of colors. In fact, all of him is beautiful, from his baby face, to his sculptured body, his long platinum hair to his plethora of inks.
“Come sit on my face, Little Kitten,” he whines.
I shake my head. Not yet. I want to devour him first. I comb my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and he moans in pleasure.
Then I’m swirling my tongue around his ear and kissing down his throat as my hands sail over the muscles on his chest and his abdomen.
“Love your little hands on me, Kitten,” he growls, his eyelids fluttering shut. “Love when you touch me, love when you sit on my lap with your soaking wet pussy.”
I pinch his pec and he chuckles, his hands, for once, waiting patiently on my waist, as I continue my exploration of his body.
I push at his shoulders and he rolls down flat on the floor so that I’m straddling his waist, and then I’m leaning down to trail my kisses from his neck to his shoulders, tracing the swirl of his inks with my tongue and pressing delicate butterfly kisses to the scar that mars the skin there. Then I travel lower, sucking on his pecs and nibbling his stiff little nipples. He squeezes my waist when I do that and I drag my teeth over the ridges of his six-pack, lower, to the line of fair fuzz on his belly. I sink my tongueinto his bellybutton and then I’m following that fuzz to the base of his cock, hot against my cheek.
“Are you hungry too, Little Kitten?” he whispers.
“Mmmm,” I murmur, cupping his balls in my hands first before I kiss those too.
He groans, his hips bucking upwards.
“Fuck, Kitten, don’t tease. Put my cock in your mouth and suck.”
I rest my hand on his thighs and I shuffle lower, leaving his cock weeping in anticipation, as I suck on the inside of his legs.
“Kitten,” he growls, “as pretty as this view is,” he says, gazing down at me on my hands and knees, “I’m becoming impatient here.”
“I’m sure a man once told me, good things come to those who wait.”
“Whoever that man was, he was a douchebag.”
I smile at him coyly, and crawl back towards his cock, hovering my mouth right above the tip, sticky with precome.
“Open wide, Kitten.”
I don’t. Instead, I glide my tongue teasingly around his cockhead, tasting that familiar salty flavor, his scent thick and masculine right here. His head knocks back against the floor as he groans. I could put him out of his misery but I decide it’s far more fun to tease him some more and so I stroke my fingertips up and down his velvet cock, loving the way that makes it twitch and jerk. I follow this by dragging the tip of my tongue up his cock, from the base to the tip, tracing the vein that’s throbbing along his length.
