“Whatever happens between us doesn’t mean anything. It’s just… just lust,” he growls.
Nodding, I push the fabric of my suit off my shoulders. When he slides his jeans off, releasing his cock, another surge of pheromones rises from me, drawing a whimper from me. I’m not in control of my own body right now, which would probably worry me if I weren’t so desperate to get my hands on the dragon.
Scales ripple across his skin, and I gasp, suddenly very interested in seeing the dragon in its fully shifted form. Are they as big as the rumors say? What does his cock look like when shifted? Would he fuck me with it?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Xaze. We don’t get fucked. We do the fucking.
Heat swirls like lava inside me, rising to the surface and sparking across my flesh.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Tino says, climbing onto the couch and straddling me. He strokes his cock, leaking streams of precum that drip onto my skin and leave sizzling burns in their wake. “And so fucking dangerous.”
Overstimulated with desire, my body trembles, my senses tune into him completely, and as my nose fills with his scent, my genitals flicker and shift through the many options available. Tino gazes down at me with hooded eyes, breathing smoke and tendrils of fire, his body half-shifted.
I reach up to touch the scales on his arms, unsure of what I’ll find. They’re as soft as silk and fluttering under my fingertips, clearly alive and aware of my touch.
“Montrose,” Tino whispers, and the sound of my real name, even partially, on his lustful lips causes another violent surge of sex hormones to pour from me.
“Maybe we can fuck it away,” I moan, dragging my nails down his chest as he hisses. “We’ll just fuck until we feel normal again. Then we’ll deal with our problems. What do you say, deliciae?”
His eyes flicker, settling on the dragon for a few seconds until he blinks and they resume their human form. His expression hardens, flashing between anger and lust, and the energy wafting off of him in thick clouds is exactly the same. Enraged, wounded, prideful,horny.
Valentino bares his teeth and winds his fingers through my hair roughly, and my cock hardens even more.
Chapter Ten
VALENTINO
It’s that fucking nickname on Montrose’s lips that ignites a fresh wave of rage in my veins. I have no fucking clue what parts of this whole mess he’s telling the truth about, and which are more lies. Where does the deceitful demon game end and reality begin? It’s impossible to know, and that just makes my skin burn hotter with fury and embarrassment. Whether he meant to or not, he led me around by my dick, and then when I was too orgasm drunk to do a damn thing about it, he stole the ring back and poofed into fucking nothing.
Heusedme.
I stand up, dragging Montrose along with me by his hair. My cock throbs in time with my thundering heartbeat, and I can still taste a mixture of smoke and sweet, addictive incubus pheromones on my tongue. He gasps and scrambles after me, his silky red hair knotted around my fingers and bunched in my fist. The wounded sound gives me a half second of pause as my dragon thrashes in protest.
Montrose crashes to his knees on the wood floor and looks up at me through the curtains of his hair cascading over his face. His eyes are shining…glowing, and his lips are parted on a panting breath. It’s not pain etched into his expression, at least not primarily. No, this is lust.
He wants me to hurt him. He wants me tousehim. I don’t know how I’m so sure, but I know it the same way I know my mother tongue—like it’s imprinted inside of me where the knowledge can’t be shaken off. My dragon knows it too, or he would fight me on this the same way he fought me when I tried to attack Montrose in the entryway. He’s decided thatno onecan hurt this demon, not even me. And I’m nowhere near ready to unpack what that means.
No, right now, I’m going to give Montrose exactly what he wants. I’m going to use him the same way he used me.An eye for an eye.
My gaze wanders down his body, bared for me with his slinky black outfit discarded in a pile on the couch. Glistening streaks of my precum mark his skin, and the beast inside me rears up with a few suggestions of other ways to mark the demon.
Bite marks decorating his pretty, pale throat.
My name scorched like a brand across his perky ass cheeks.
My scent entwined with his so no one else dares to ever go near him again.
I growl under my breath. I don’t want to mark him. Idon’t. If anything, I want to stamp him with a warning to whichever poor fucking idiot he decides to seduce next.
Montrose’s eyelids droop and he drags his tongue over his lips suggestively. His human glamour is still mostly in place, with hints of his demon breaking the surface, making him look feral and dangerous. But his tongue is anything but human right now. It’s long and bright red, dripping with saliva.
I huff, fisting my cock with my free hand and yanking Montrose closer, refusing to be gentle with him,refusingto make him feel anything other than filthy. Of course, that plan might work better if he weren’t a demon. He lets out a deep, needy moan, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth falling open.
“I fucking hate you,” I hiss through clenched teeth. Am I trying to remind him or myself? I have no clue.
Montrose just nods and makes a soothing sound in his throat, like he’s telling me it’s okay to hate him, like maybe he even understands my hatred. He’s notsupposedto understand. I roar with frustration, and he makes another pacifying sound that I cut off by shoving my throbbing cock between his lips.
Mother of fire, his mouth is a fucking inferno. His tongue is dripping wet and scorching hot, stroking the underside of my shaft as I slam into his mouth as roughly as I can manage. He doesn’t gag or squirm or protest, he just relaxes his throat, his moans vibrating through my cock as he swallows me down.
