I suck in air through my teeth. “Ozias.Please.”
“I know what you want, I can smell it,” he growls, gripping the waistband tight against my skin. “So instead, tell me what you need.”
I arch my back, pressing my hips closer to his, rolling them against the all too light touch he has on my trousers. He grinds himself into me and I gasp. “This? This is what you need?”
It is. I’m over stressed and over aroused. I want himand I’m not going to stop myself from riding that feeling. I nod.
“Tell me.” His finger slides side to side inside my pants, tantalizing my skin, his mouth skimming mine.
I whimper with anticipation, my breath running ragged with need, but I’m more impatient than I am demure and I can’t keep quiet under his teasing touch. “Get your hands on me and make me come undone.”
A groan slips past his lips, then he delves beneath the waist of my pants. His hands are steady and sure, his fingers hot as he slides one, then another along my center, slipping easily. He shudders, gritting his teeth, then he thrusts them inside me. It isn’t as slow and tedious as the rest of this process has been, but fast and merciless. He bows over me, teeth and tongue scraping my neck and ear, a growl tearing at his throat. I open my legs wider and press against his palm, pumping myself on his fingers.
I’m so wet that my inner thighs are coated with myself.I need, I need, I need.I feel the moment I start to tip, and he pulls his hand away. I cry out in protest, but the moment doesn’t last. So fast I hardly register, he moves down, taking my trousers with him, exposing me to the oncoming night, lifting my leg up and out to open me wide again, and then his mouth is there, taking me in, drinking me, winding me back up.
He groans against me, the vibration sending pebbles along my skin. I toss my head back, giving into the sensation. He drags his mouth away to lap up what’s spilled onto my inner thighs, teeth biting hard enough that I buck in response.
His fingers dip back inside me, tongue against my center for a few blissful moments, taking me close to the edge again. Then he’s standing, claiming my mouth, giving me a taste of myself. A taste filled with want and need, the demand and promise for more. His fingers work me back to that precipice as he holds my waist with his other hand so I have purchase to grind into him harder, faster, deeper, my rhythm stroking my thigh against his erection.
Somewhere beyond, I hear the calls and shouts, warningof the oncoming night. Somewhere within me, I know that means I’m about to change, but I can’t do anything but this. I’m so close, and right as I am about to fall over the edge, as I am about to give into the ferocity of this moment and the blinding pleasure, his hand pulls away again and I hiss in frustration, teeth bared.
Only this time he doesn’t fall to his knees, and when I buck my hips forward to make contact, to take those last few motions that would give me release, he backs up, his smile all teeth, his pupils blown wide with desire as he keeps me pinned upright against the wall so I don’t collapse.
But I desperately need this release, so I remove one hand from his bicep where I’d braced myself and place it between my legs. He grabs both my hands and secures them above my head, and I snarl, snarl at him, while my hips lift toward him, seeking to fulfill the swell of my desire.
“You need to stay here.Right here. Keep this feeling with you,” he says into my ear, the sound of his gravelly voice hardening my nipples painfully.
Tears prick my eyes. “You’re terrible.” When I agreed to this, I didn’t think I’d be teased to the edge of insanity.
Ozias only takes my mouth again, the kiss messy and wanting. “No one said I wasn’t.”
My gut clenches and I know the sun has set and any moment now, I’ll turn. I haven’t yet, but I know it’s coming.
Ozias’s eyes narrow a fraction. “You need to shift now, Kaisa. Fall into her, stoke this energy, and keep your mind there.”
My body is on fire and I don’t know if I can leave it here like this. I shake my head. “I don’t—”
“You will. And if you enjoyed yourself as much as I did, perhaps we can continue this some other time.”
The promise of it is enough to settle me, enough that my transformation drags me under hard and fast, like a flash of lightning.
In my dragon form, the need for sex shifts. My energy is a presence, large and expansive. I feel like I’m vibrating, like I could move the very earth with my will alone.
I bare my elongated teeth at Ozias as he stares up atme, still human, still beautiful, his eyes wide.
“Stunning,” he whispers.
I blow out a breath, mist clouding his image for a moment. When it clears, he’s transformed, too. He presses his forehead to mine for a long moment.
Stay here. Keep this feeling as long as you can,he tells me, mind to mind, just like Ninon spoke to me the other night. Then, he’s racing away.
I do as he says, holding onto the feeling for as long as I can. Unlike anger, lust fades quickly when the object of your desire is out of reach and even more so when this form doesn’t register sexual desire the same way. It’s turned into a need I cannot name, but feels similar to that restlessness I get when it’s been too long since I’ve hunted. A sensation that I ought to be doing something, even if I don’t know precisely what that something is. I sense the moment the intensity falters, and somewhere else nearby, I feel a pulse of energy. Ozias. I know it’s him, as sure as I know my name. I think of him, of everything he was giving me, and it fills me back up. Far away, I feel energy surge again. Not Ozias. I draw that to me, too. It feels like I’m swallowing mouthfuls of water after being without on a long, hot day, and I drink and drink and drink and there’s no one to stop me, no one to tell me to slow down.
There’s a loud smash and I jolt towards the sound.The wall. I think something on the outside smashed into the wall. The energy I’d been swimming in dries up and I’m left with the remnants of what my lust created, a low simmering instinct I’m unused to.
By now the sky is dark, coated in stars. Another slam and I step back, toss my head around and bare my teeth.
To my left, a large form swoops in at my side, wings tucking tight. I know without her telling me it’s Atlanta.
