Before I know it, Pyro’s pulling through the gatesat the clubhouse and parking. I start to slide off the back of his bike, only to have him stop me.
“Wait,” he orders quietly.
I nod, and he gets off first, then scoops me once again into his arms. Rather than carrying me into the clubhouse, he carries me behind it to where there’s a clearing and sets me on my feet.
“He’s refusing to wait,” Pyro says, stepping back, stripping out of his tee and jeans, toeing off his boots, pulling everything off.
One moment he’s a beautiful man who I can’t stop admiring the way he looks, the next he’s shifted, and becomes the amazingly gorgeous black dragon. The very one that matches the ones I have tattooed on my body.
I stare up at the dragon as he lowers his head, eyes on me.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, taking a step closer.
The dragon blows steam and shakes its head. “No rides tonight, Sweets.
I laugh at the sound of Pyro’s voice in my head. He hasn’t had access to my mind lately, so he doesn’t know what I’ve been thinking. Nor did he talk to me like this.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, holding a hand out, my hands itching to touch him.
“Touch me as much as you like,” he rumbles inmy head and lowers himself farther. His long neck stretched toward me, head raised marginally off the ground as his massive body relaxes.
I run my hands along his scales, loving the warmth radiating off of him. Even when it’s cold out, he’s always warm, but now, he’s hotter. His beauty is remarkable, and I can’t get enough of him. I want so much more.
To fly with him.
To have sex with him.
To feel him over me in the most intimate way.
To finish what he started at the hospital and complete the bonding between us. Something about the thought of him completing what’s between us feels right. Feels like the most wonderful thing. So much so, it sends shivers down my spine.
I want him. Not just the dragon. Not just the man. I want all of him. All of whom Magnus, aka Pyro, is.
“Can you shift back now, please?” I breathe, stepping back enough to meet the dragon’s eyes. “I need you.”
The words are barely audible, but I know Pyro hears them. In the next second, he’s standing before me, pulling me into his arms, his mouth on mine, tongue dueling, andhis hands move down my body, stopping at my hips to grip them tightly. The sensation of his hot skin against mine sends electriccurrents through my veins. His touch is like fire, burning away any doubt I might have had when it comes to what I want.
Pyro is all I need.
“Tell me what you need,” he growls against my lips, his breath mingling with mine. The heat radiating off him was warming me even more.
“You,” I whisper back. “All of you.”
Pyro lifts me once again, careful of my leg, and carries me toward the clubhouse. The moonlight casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp intensity in his eyes. Those eyes that seem to burn with an inner fire, matching that of the dragon’s I just touched moments before.
We pass through a side entrance, avoiding the main area where others might be gathered. The hallway is quiet, dimly lit, and Pyro moves with purpose in the direction of his room.
Pyro’s powerful stride moves quickly as he approaches his door. Without letting me go, he opens his door, and in one fluid motion, he steps inside, kicking it shut with a bare foot. With him being naked, it’s a good thing no one saw him, but with being a shifter, I’m sure the guys around here are used to it. Doesn’t mean I want the skanky hoes seeing what I’m finally getting to see with my own eyes.
With only a few steps, Pyro gently lays me in the middle of his bed. His body coming over mine.
“This okay?” he asks, his voice rougher than before, deeper, eyes locked on me.
“More than okay,” I breathe, unable to look away from his eyes.The heat in his eyes made my skin tingle with anticipation.
“Your leg . . .”
“Is fine,” I insist, reaching up to touch him, to feel his hard body, “Please, Pyro. Don’t make me wait. I need you.”
