“Fuck, little demon,” Valentino whispers, “you smell so good. It just keeps getting better.”
I bury my fingers in his thick hair, nodding in agreement. He does smell really good, but I should have figured out that a greedy, hedonistic dragon would be a perfect elixir for a good-time-seeking, energy absorbing incubus like me.
“You’re addictive,” I whisper. “Horny dragon.”
Valentino chuckles, raising his head to gaze down at me. “I want your cum, demon. I’m dying to taste it.”
His comment sends unusual shivers through me. “Be careful. You may not be satisfied again after you taste me.”
“A risk I’m willing to take.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders, and he hisses, but instead of moving off me, he bucks his hips even harder, his nose pressed into the space behind my ear. We thrust against each other wildly, our tongues tangling and our skin sizzling everywhere we come into contact. Valentino is a dragon on a mission, his hands moving along my body as he grunts and moans, a tendril of smoke wafting up around us as he tenses. He lets out a low growl and I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, giving him another heady burst of my pheromones. With a roar, Valentino throws his head back, bucks his hips, and starts to pump spurts of hot cum onto my skin.
My body immediately reacts to his, and a geyser of cum shoots from my cock, spilling between us. Valentino moves slightly to the side to watch the event, dragging his fingers through my release and raising them to his lips.
I watch in awe as his eyelids flutter and he moans happily. The scent of his cum splashed on my skin has some kind of stranglehold on me, and within seconds, I’m writhing against him like a snake, lapping up every drop.
Moments later, completely sated and drained, he rolls onto his back on the hood of his car, his eyes closed. Normally, this is the part where I dip pretty quickly, leaving my prey wondering where I went, but my legs are shaky and I’m still recovering from that epic orgasm.
Damn, if I had known dragons were such good lovers, I would’ve fucked one a long time ago.
Chapter Two
VALENTINO
I’m not sure how long it takes me to catch my breath, but by the time I open my eyes, I’m all alone in the dimly lit parking lot, the muffled beat of the club music throbbing in the distance, barely audible over the sound of my blood still rushing in my ears.
What. The. Fuck?
My head is spinning and my dragon feels dazed and a little sluggish. Did that sexy-ass demon cast some kind of spell? I’ve fucked incubi before, but it’s never been likethat. As soon as I scented him near the bar, all thoughts of Mac at home and the demon I actually came here to find completely fled my mind, and all I could think wasmine.
Seriously, what the fuck?
I huff through my nose, trying to clear the scent lingering there. The smell of smoke and something earthier, comforting and arousing all at the same time. The sweet elixir of his cum is still on my tongue, and I lick my lips to clear it away, or maybe to savor the flavor of it—at this point, I’m not quite sure.
He was feeding on me, I’m sure of that. I could feel the flow of energy between us as he gorged himself on everything wild and lustful and chaotic I was putting out. But instead of feeling drained, I feel energized, like I could run a marathon or lift a bus into the air. And, okay, I could totally do those things even on a bad day, but I feel like Iwantto.
I push myself fully onto my feet again and glance around the parking lot, in search of shadows or any sign that Montrose is still around.Montrose. I roll his name around in my head, my dragon purring at the sound of it.
Horny, idiotic beast. I snort to myself and shake my head.
My balls are drained, but the restless energy I felt earlier has only gotten worse. Maybe because now that my flesh is momentarily sated, I know I have to focus on Mac’s problem. Or possibly because once is rarely enough for meormy dragon. There’s a reason I prefer to drag men back to my lair—I meanhouse—for the night. That way we can go at it over and over until we’re both so fucked out that we can hardly move. But I was so twisted around that it didn’t even cross my mind to take the demon anywhere.
The thought of cruising for a second hookup tonight holds absolutely zero appeal though, so I’ll just have to live with the one and done for now. I have more important things to worry about.
I take a few more gulps of fresh air to clear my head and steady my thoughts, and then I head back inside.
The barrage of smells and excessive noise in the club is something that took me decades to adjust to. It’s still not my favorite thing, but I have to admit, there’s something about the chaos of it all that appeals to me on a certain level, even if it is a sensory nightmare. Weaving through sweaty, half-naked bodies, I keep my gaze moving over the crowd. I’m not looking for Montrose. Why would I be? I lick my lips again. No, I’m just onthe lookout for anyone else who might be able to point me in the right direction to start working out this problem for Mac.
A catch a mass of sleek red curls from the corner of my eye. My hand darts out without conscious thought, and I wrap my fingers around the slender forearm of a woman who looks completely terrified.
“Sorry,” I murmur, likely not loud enough for her to hear over the music. “I thought you were someone else.”
I loosen my grip and she snatches her arm back and hurries away.
Forget the demon, I growl to myself.
The mass of bodies thins, and I spot a familiar face seated at the end of the bar. Here we go, time to get my head in the game. My extremely large friend is slightly hunched over, nursing a nearly empty drink while he makes eyes at a pretty twink in the seat next to him. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t dream of cockblocking anyone, let alone a friend, but family comes first. Always.
