Valentino’s scent is intoxicating, heady,addictive. It’s also laced with hints of the little shit who’s on my list. Lovers? Doubtful. This beautiful man and the little twerp? Relatives. No doubt. But I’ve never let a minor technicality get in the way of fun, and I’m not about to start now.
“Well, Valentino, I was just looking for some adventure. You up for it?”
“Always,” he says gruffly, “Lead the way.”
I slide my hand down his arm to grip his hand, leading him through the club. There’s no way he doesn’t know I’m a demon—supes can’t hide from each other, so that means he’s down.
“You ever fuck an incubus?” I ask once we’re outside.
Valentino chuckles, the sound rumbling from his chest and vibrating through me, and gives me a cocky smirk in answer to my question. The spike of lust stirs my cock to life. Oh yes, he was definitely a good pick.
“Where you taking me, little demon?”
It’s my turn to laugh. “Nothing is little about me, dragon.” I turn around and walk backward through the parking lot. “You’ve got a lot of pent-up energy. I can feel it.”
Valentino nods as his tongue flicks across his bottom lip and he watches me with heavy eyes. “Sure do. You ever fuck a dragon?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I tend to prefer mortals, but I like the way you smell,” I purr.
He makes an amused sound, using my arm to pull me into him. “What do you drive?”
“I don’t.”
“Come on then.”
Valentino guides me in the opposite direction, leading me to a shiny deep blue car with iridescent streaks of gold down the sides. It’s showy but tasteful. Most dragons are gaudy, in my experience.
He swings me around so that I’m pressed against the hood, and before I can even try to take charge of the situation, I’m overpowered by his hulking frame. Oooh, this is nice. Maybe I’ve been missing out by skipping over dragons.
Valentino’s hand moves to my neck, sliding down my chest, then gripping my thigh. “You smell good too.”
I hook my leg around his waist to draw him closer, our hard cocks rubbing together through the material of our clothing. My lips part, inviting him in, and I vibrate with anticipation.
“Mmm,” he rumbles before finally claiming my kiss.
The taste of him explodes on my tongue—earthy, smoky, and definitely lusty. He’s pure hedonism, and it seeps from his pores as he grinds against me. His energy is a full meal, and definitely one worth gorging on. My insides twist pleasantly as desire surges through me, and I kiss him back with long strokes of my tongue over his, both of us canting our hips as our hands grope wildly.
I was definitely missing out.
Valentino reaches between us, dragging the zipper of my jumpsuit down. He breaks the kiss to follow the action with his mouth, leaving a trail of hot kisses on my flesh. I should have known the combination of a demon and dragon would be fire.Literally. My skin sizzles as he scorches a path with his tongue. The singes heal instantly, but not before making my cock ache with their heady sting.
The dragon nuzzles my skin with his nose, inhaling deeply when he reaches my cock. He seems pleased by what he finds, but I have to put my best foot forward. With a slight twitch, I lengthen and thicken just enough to draw a surprised gasp from my dragon.
“Well, now,” Valentino says, gazing up at me. “What else can you do?”
I tut at him playfully. “Some things are more fun when they’re a surprise.” I wink.
Valentino’s eyelids flutter as he licks a stripe up the length of my cock. “Fuck. You taste like…” He shakes his head. “I have no comparison.”
“I’m what you want me to be, Dragon.” I reach for him, and he slides up my body again. As I unbutton his pants, I search his nearly jet-black eyes, but the more I look, the more I catch the ring of shimmering gold around the iris. “You’re so sexy.”
He smiles, and it’s so brilliant, it nearly knocks me off balance. I get his slacks open, moaning as all that hot, hard flesh falls out. Valentino rubs against me as our mouths collide again.
Quickly, it becomes clear we’re both gifted with an abundance of self-lubrication, making our passionate frotting slick and perfect. Our combined scent, Valentino’s heady lust, and my own pheromones fill the air around us, seeping into my skin and fueling my energy reserves.
He hooks his hand under my leg, roughly pulling it up to his waist again, which serves to unite us even more. My hole throbs in a way I’m not at all used to, but I think if this dragon tried to enter me, I might let him. I rasp out a laugh at my own thoughts. Who am I kidding? I would bend him over and wreck his hole until he begged for mercy.
Instead of playing a delicious toppy dominance game though, he rubs against me like we’re trying to start a fire, and Hades, maybe we are. He breaks our kiss, moving his lips to my neckand nibbling on my skin like he’s doing his best not to bite me. Do dragons bite? Shit, I think they do.
