Ford got undressed and scales rippled over his body. His neck elongated and a tail appeared, before horns sprouted from his head.
Oh my gods. A part of me had thought he might have been yanking my chain about being a dragon. His beast was yellowish with swaths of purple. Oh, those were royal colors in some cultures. Had his ancestors been kings or emperors?
Though my polar bear was land-based, neither of us wanted to move, we were stunned into silence as the dragon spread his wings and the sun glinted on his scales.
There’s no more gasoline smell.
Yeah, that was weird how that vanished when he took his scales. But I didn’t give a damn about his smell. My bear shuffled closer and a breeze sprang up. It ruffled the leaves on the trees that surrounded the cabin, but it also brought with it a new scent. And it was delicious and enticing, and I wanted to grab it and wrap it around me. Perhaps I could keep it prisoner.
The dragon fixed its glittering green eyes on me. My bear was still walking upright, and his body swayed as the wind increased and the dragon’s real scent, not the one cloaked in gasoline, reached us. The dragon extended his wings, and they created huge shadows that blanketed the earth in dark gray.
Ford wasn’t just a random guy. His scent announced that he was my mate.
6
FORD
Zack’s polar bear was stunning, absolutely stunning. Now that my dragon had met his bear, there was no doubt that he was our mate. I stood there staring at him, feeling so complete.
My dragon wanted to take to the air, burn some shit, do some tricks—anything and everything to impress our mate. He was thrilled with the alpha before us, and he wanted to play. My beast stretched his wings and then took to the air, circling overhead. He was lower than he wanted to be, but I wasn’t sure if it was safe to fly high here.
I didn’t know this area well enough to know what the boundaries were, but Zack would stop us if he needed to. I didn’t think that was because he would be particularly protective of us, but this was his home. He wouldn’t want people sniffing around looking for a dragon.
Zack’s bear didn’t look at all bothered by what we were doing. If anything, his eyes were glued to us with fascination, which only encouraged me to do more swooping and diving, tricks… anything and everything to show him what he could do. I wasn’t going to allow any burning, because needing a fire rescue twicein one day didn’t sound like a fun time. But other than that, I gave my dragon as much freedom as I could.
I tried to think back to see if any dragon had ever thought me impressive—beautiful, even—and I couldn’t. They tolerated me, nothing more. My size was a little too small to be good enough in their eyes.
During my time in the air, I forgot about everything but spending time with my mate in this form. I forgot about the lease that didn’t really exist, about losing all my money, about being stranded and not knowing what tomorrow would bring, and allowed myself to enjoy this.
I flew lower to the ground, and Zack started to follow me, running behind, chasing me in a playful way that was light and fun. He wasn’t actually trying to catch up as much as tease me a little, and it was everything. I landed on the ground, turned around, and started to run after him. At first, he froze, trying to figure out what was going on, but then took off. When we reached the cabin again, he shifted back, and then I did too.
As beautiful as his bear was, it was nothing as beautiful as his naked human form. I’d gotten a little peek when I saw him topless, but now, all of him… he was delicious.
“Your dragon is stunning,” he said.
“Your bear is too.”
There was so much more to say, but all I could think about was brushing my lips to his, feeling his thick cock inside me, feeling his hands roaming along my muscles. He must have felt similarly, his erection hard and ready. I wasn’t really concentrating on what we were saying. It was impossible with him standing there, scenting so delicious and looking like that.I let my eyes fall to his erection and stay there, not caring how shameless I looked.
“Ford.” He crossed over. “What are you thinking about?” He ran a finger along my cock. “Is it the same thing as me?”
Before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine, kissing me as if his life depended on it. There was nothing sweet or gentle about it. He was taking what he wanted, and I was giving it freely. He owned my mouth, his lips commanding more from me, his tongue exploring.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him there, fearing that he was going to come to his senses and break free. But he didn’t. Instead, he ran his hands down and under my ass, pulling me up. I was like a little dragon backpack on his front, and he started walking to the house, mumbling against my lips about how we needed to take this inside.
Should we have talked? Maybe. I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside me, his body not close enough. He kept walking. I didn’t know how he saw where he was going, still kissing as passionately as he was.
He laid me on the bed, settling on me as he continued to worship my mouth. I didn’t make any decisions about what I was doing. Not actively, anyway. I just allowed myself to feel and to do what came naturally, tracing muscle, tipping my head to the side to give him access as he moved from my mouth to my neck, grinding against him.
He mumbled some words and let out a moan—what words, I didn’t know, my focus long gone. He slid me off him slightly so he could reach between us, walking his fingers down my body and to my slick entrance. He teased my hole, circling it slowlyuntil I was squirming and begging. He gave in and inserted one finger, sliding it in and out. He was already pushing me to climax with that one finger. I couldn’t imagine how good his cock was going to feel, but I was ready to find out. One finger became two, and two became three.
“So slick, so ready,” he growled.
“More!”
He lined himself up with my entrance. With one swift motion, he slammed inside. I was full, so very full, and it was intense. He was so much bigger than his fingers, and I fucking loved it. He stilled to give me time to adjust. I didn’t want it. I wanted him to move. Ineededhim to move.
I bucked my hips, and he took the hint—slowly at first, and then thrusting into me harder and faster.
