So I search for another way. I bank in a tight circle, low over the canopy, reading the land. The mountain spine running inland. The river cutting through the valley to the southeast, silver where it catches the light. And there, far off in the haze beyond it, the gray smudge I’m looking for. I’m pretty sure that’s a castle in the distance with a town and civilized Reds.
We need to make it there.
Two of the fighting pairs are wheeling closer, so I fold my wings and drop, plunging back down through the trees before anyone sees the green dragon in their sky. If they haven’t already.
I hit the jungle floor, pull the shift back in, and jog back to Carla. I had hoped that shifting and flying would calm my beast down, but it hasn’t. It’s almost worse than before.
She hasn’t moved from the spot. She has, however, found what’s left of her skirt and tied it around her waist like a loincloth, knotted at her hip. At least her pussy is covered. That’s something.
Unfortunately, her tits are still straining against that lace. Full and lush. I want to free them and suck on them.What the hell!?My scales rub, so I tamp down my beast all over again.
I need to stop.
Fuck.
I lock my eyes on hers and keep them there, but my body doesn’t get the memo, because my balls are pulling tight and there’s heat gathering low in my gut.
My dick stirs. It thickens…rising.
What the fuck!?
No!
I try to think of other things. I look at the tree. I grit my teeth, clenching my jaw.
“Are you okay?” she whispers. “What’s happening out there?” Her eyes lift when a dragon screeches to the right of us. There’s an answering screech further away.
She sucks in a breath, clearly traumatized, and then jumps when there is a loud crash, then a thud followed by more screeching.
Her gaze drops. Her eyes go wide, and she takes a half step back, her arms tightening over her chest.
“Why are you…?” Her eyes narrow on my cock, her mouth falls open in shock. “What is that?” She points at my dick, and it only makes me harder. That coiling in my gut gets worse.
My dragon wants to fuck.
Good thing I’m in control. I’m not a feral Red.
“Hey. Hey, look at me.” I keep my voice as even as I can manage. “You are safe with me, Carla. I swear it on my life. My dragon is right at the fore right now; that’s all this is. He’s in fight mode.”
“That doesn’t look like fight mode to me.” She shakes her head.
“He’s feeling possessive of you.”
“Why?”
“Because I had to fight for you. I killed for you.” I blow out a breath. “To a dragon, fighting and fucking are not that far removed. They run on the same fuel.”
Her throat moves as she swallows. “What are you saying?” She takes a step back. “What do?—?”
“I won’t hurt you! I won’t lay so much as a finger on you. I swear.” It comes out as a growl, and I rein it in fast. “I’d never do such a thing. My beast is a little confused right now, that’s all. Ignore him. I am.” I hold her gaze and put everything I have into the next part. “I have full control over my beast. If we’re going to survive this, we need to work together. You will need to trust me, Carla. Flint is my friend. I’ll get you back to him. Back to your life. I just need you to do everything I tell you and to ignore…my dick. It doesn’t mean anything, I swear. I like you as a friend. My dragon is confused, that’s all. I haven’t been off the Mainland drugs for long.” I shrug. “I’m fine, though, I promise you.”
She studies me for a long beat. “You’re making it sound like you’re two beings in one body.”
“When we disagree, we sort of are.” I lift a shoulder. “But I’m ultimately the one in charge. Not him. Please believe that. You and Flint are great together. I’m not attracted to you. I mean, you’re beautiful, but it isn’t like that.”
It’s exactly like that.
A little white lie can’t hurt. Not right now. She’s just been through an ordeal.
