I nod and loosen my grip on his hair. “Let’s go.”
Montrose picks his glass back up off the bar and finishes the final dregs of his drink in a quick gulp, then grabs my hand to lead me out. I notice a few curious looks on our way through the bar. A table of fae eye Montrose with wary interest, and a vampire attempts to catch his eye, but offers an apologetic head bow when I aim a threatening growl in his direction. And a few of my past conquests track me with wistful looks as I pass. Never let it be said that Valentino Drake leaves a lover unsatisfied. Ipuff out my chest and Montrose chuckles, looking back over his shoulder at me like he can feel the emotion pouring off of me.
Damn. Of course he can. He’s an incubus, it’s what they do.
“Are you just horny for me because your scent is doing something fucking crazy to me and you can feel it?” I ask as we step out onto the relatively quiet street. One block over is the usual chaos of the city, but I’m sure there’s some kind of cloaking spell over the bar to keep humans from wandering down this way.
Montrose tilts his head, seeming to consider my question, still looking at me over his shoulder as he tows me towards the street. He doesn’t bother to stop or look for oncoming traffic, and even my nearly indestructible heart leaps with worry for a second as he steps off the curb, dragging me along with him. One car screeches to a halt and the driver lays on their horn. The little demon simply laughs with a wicked kind of glee that sets my heart racing for an entirely different reason this time.
“It’s a solid theory,” he says when we reach the other side of the street unharmed.
“You don’t know either then?” I ask, reading between the lines of his non-answer.
He turns around to face me, walking backward through the automatic doors to the hotel lobby.
“I know I want my mouth around your cock, and my cum dripping off your skin.” He doesn’t bother to lower his voice, but the hotel staff at the desk don’t even look up as we pass. “I know that the next time you go trolling for ass, I want them to smell me all over you.” We reach the elevator, and the doors slide open without either of us pressing the call button. Montrose grabs the front of my shirt and hauls me in after him, swinging me around and pressing me up against the back wall with a surprising amount of strength considering how much smaller he is than me. He leans in and brushes his lips against my earlobe, his hotbreath dancing over my flesh as he whispers, “I know I want to make you scream my name until your throat is hoarse and your balls are drained.” He nips at my ear and I moan long and low. “I’m not really interested in knowing more than that right now. Are you, deliciae?”
I shake my head, feeling every pulse of my heart throbbing in my cock. Then I lick my lips, one single question occurring to me, that I would still like an answer to if I’m being honest.
“My Latin is rusty. What does deliciae mean?” I ask gruffly.
“It has a few meanings.” He kisses along my jaw towards my mouth. “Favorite.” He nips at my chin. “Toy,” he rasps, flicking his sizzling tongue over the seam of my lips. I gasp and he slips his tongue a fraction of an inch deeper before pulling it back with a teasing smirk. “Pet.”
My eyelids flutter and my cock jerks. My dragon pushes his way to the surface and my skin ripples with uncontrollable scales. Montrose hums and runs his fingertips along my forearm. My scales are so sensitive to his touch that my cock heaves again, spilling enough precum to soak through my briefs and leave a wet spot on the front of my jeans. The elevator dings and the doors slide open again.
“Come, deliciae,” he purrs, and I swear to fire I nearly do. He chuckles like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and I’m sure he does. Then, he uses his hold on the front of my shirt to drag me out of the elevator and down the hall to the room.
MONTROSE
Valentino is breathing like he’s just flown around the world twice, nearly gasping for oxygen, his eyes wild and his dragon so close to the surface I can smell the sweet scent of fire with every rapid exhale. The lust he’s feeding me is enough to satiate mefor a century. So pure and sweet and fuckingsatisfying, I want to drink every drop of it down and beg him for more. But I don’t beg.
I kick the door closed behind us and back my dragon towards the bed. When the backs of his legs hit the bed frame, I give a hard shove right in the middle of his chest to send him toppling down. A flicker of fear and excitement fills his eyes and flavors his essence for a moment. He’s not used to letting go like this, that much is clear.
Valentino is usually the one in charge when he takes a man to bed. But he likes this. Helovesit. He doesn’t think he should, but I can feel the way he’s nearly ready to come in his jeans from being pushed around just a little. How would he react if I played harder? Would the big, beautiful dragon crawl on his knees for me if I ordered him to? Would he let me spank his pretty ass red? Would he let me put a diamond studded collar around his neck to remind him that he’s my pet?
The fact that I’ll never get the chance to find out the answers to those questions sours my stomach for a moment. I’m going to give him the orgasm of a lifetime, then I’ll tell him who I am. He’ll hate me. He might even want to kill me, to rip me apart and roast all the shreds of my flesh. He’ll never manage it, of course, but this is goodbye all the same. Even if he doesn’t know it yet.
I shake off my odd bout of melancholy and focus on the here and now. Valentino is splayed out in the middle of the large bed, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look at me. His cock is straining in his damp jeans and the smell of his arousal is so thick I could choke on it. I’d much rather choke on something else though…
I palm his cock and he arches his hips, letting his head loll back with a groan.
“I want to see you,” I say roughly. The hurried frot in the parking lot was fun, but it didn’t provide much opportunity toappreciate the strength and beauty of his human form. If this is the last chance I’ll get, I want to see every bare inch of Valentino.
He makes another needy sound, then nods, gathering the collar of his shirt in his fist and yanking it over his head. I rake my gaze over the long, lean lines of his torso, the etched grooves of his muscles, and the smattering of dark hair across his chest. His nipples are pink nubs that beg to be licked and bitten until they’re swollen and red and dripping with my saliva. My mouth waters.
“You too,” he says gruffly, jerking his chin towards me.
I strip my shirt off and toss it aside, then watch greedily again as he undoes his jeans, lifts his hips, and shoves them down, taking his underwear along with them. His big cock slaps against his belly, smearing a puddle of precum over his abs. A groan tightens in my throat. His balls are massive too, nestled between his hairy thighs, just begging to be licked and sucked until they’ve drawn up close to his body, ready to unleash all the cum he’s been saving up for me since last night. He grunts, reminding me to keep undressing too. I opted for a pair of skintight leather pants tonight, so I have to shimmy them off, peeling them down my legs until I’m finally able to step out of them.
My cock is in its default mode, looking perfectly human, albeit with generous proportions that draw Valentino’s attention as I climb onto the bed, planting my knees on either side of his thighs.
“Is this acceptable, dragon? Or do you prefer something else?” I arch an eyebrow and wrap my fist around the base of my cock to give myself a slow, teasing stroke.
His eyes track the motion and his hips jerk, his cock twitching and spilling another long, clear string of precum.
“What else can you do with it? Does it just get bigger and smaller?” he asks with unrestrained curiosity.
I stroke myself one more time, then I watch his face with a smirk, my genitals tingling with warmth as they tug and contort into an entirely new shape. The first one I choose to show him isn’t my favorite, if I’m being honest. Not because it’s not pretty in its own right, but because I really prefer to top. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of sliding inside the hot, tight confines of someone else’s body. But I finger my dripping wet cunt for a second. Valentino’s eyes linger, but it’s obvious this isn’t preferred on his end either. No bother, I have plenty of other options.
