“Not as gorgeous as you,” I growled.
He stroked the sides of my long, scaly face. “Are you flirting with me?”
I huffed, tendrils of smoke wafting from my nostrils. “Whenaren’tI flirting with you?”
Matteo pressed his forehead to my face. The scent of his breath and the warmth of his body made my blood sizzle. A sultry growl reverberated in my throat. Unable to stop myself, I stepped forward while Matteo clung to my face. The motion swung his body backward, and I lowered him gently to the ground. He gazed up at me, his brown eyes warm and shimmering.
My dragon soul flared like a night sky full of fireworks. My claws dug into the ground around Matteo’s body, and I nuzzled my face against his, soaking up the scent and heat of his body.
“You’re mine,” I growled against his neck.
He shivered. “Is that so?”
“You’re teasing me, but I mean it.”
“I am teasing,” Matteo said, eyes flashing with amusement, “because I want you toshowme.” That was all he had to say.
I parted my maw, letting my long wet tongue slip out to lap against Matteo’s lips. A soft sound escaped him as he opened his mouth to accommodate me. Despite my ravenous hunger, I took it slow, easing my tongue within. Matteo’s quiet whimpers turned into a moan. He kissed back, wrapping his human tongue around my dragon one.
A thousand erupting volcanoes weren’t as hot as my blood. Arousal shot down the base of my sinuous spine, culminating in an excited flick of my tail. I unfurled my wings, containing Matteo within their span. My claws inched deeper into the dirt as I struggled to keep my desire in check.
Matteo suddenly grabbed my face and thrust his tongue as deep as it would go. I growled in pleasant surprise. His human tongue was small compared to mine, but it felt incredible. The wet heat of his mouth and the delicious taste of him sent shock waves of arousal through my system.
The kiss ended when Matteo pulled off, gasping for breath. My dragon lungs were a lot bigger than his.
“I win,” I teased.
He huffed. “Yeah?”
Then he grabbed my face, kissing me passionately again. His tongue battled against mine with hotter fervor, but in the end, I won a second time. Matteo gasped, panting hard as he collapsed on the grass.
And his panting wasn’t the only thing that was hard. As I glanced down, I noticed his raging hard on.
Satisfaction filled me. I grinned widely. “Two make-out sessions are all it takes, huh?”
Still fighting for breath, Matteo arched a brow. “I wouldn’t be so smug, dragon. Take a look at yourself.”
I blinked in confusion. Dragons didn’t have visible erections the way humans did—not unless my hemipenes slipped out of my cloaca without me noticing.
I turned my head upside-down, glanced down at my lower half... then promptly realized Matteo was right.
I gawked at the two slinky dragon cocks that jutted out of the slit in my scales. When the hell did that happen?
Matteo smirked. “I win.”
I hissed playfully, then licked his face. “This round.”
He angled his neck to stare at my hemipenes curiously. “So, are those going in next?”
I snorted. “No.”
He sounded a bit disappointed. “Why not?”
“Because unless you want to turn into a Matteo-kebab, it’s physically impossible,” I explained.
“Not even one?”
I arched a scaly brow. “Can you fit an eight-foot long toy inside you?” He paused for a second. “Point taken.”
