Dragon Heat 1 - Dead Sexy Dragon (7 page)

footsteps echoed like hammer falls in Stig’s dragon ears.

His heart raced with anxiety and fear. Any second now

she’d catch sight of him. Would she scream with

revulsion? Run away in disgust?

A sharp gasp marked her first glimpse. Humiliation

soured his stomach. He kept his gaze locked on the floor.

He couldn’t bear to see the expression of horror surely

fixed on her sweet face.

“Stig?” Cora’s gentle voice seemed so out of place in

the damp, dank cell. She belonged in the beauty of the

sunlight, not hidden here in the darkness.

“Go away.” His words were garbled and thick, his

tongue moving awkwardly in his mouth. He rarely spoke

while in dragon form. “Please.”

“No.” She spoke firmly and took a bold step forward.

“I’m not afraid.”

Her voice never wavered. She meant it. She truly

wasn’t afraid of him.

Stig reluctantly lifted his head and met her curious gaze.

She studied his new form. He could only imagine what a

shock it must have been for her to come down here and

discover a dragon chained to the wall. Cora slowly bent

and put down the flashlight, flicking off the beam before

placing it on the floor. There was no need for the handheld

torch in the lighted cell. The hem of her thin cotton

nightgown bunched around her thighs and revealed a swath

of tantalizing skin.

Lust flared in his lower belly. His groin tightened. Stig

swallowed hard and tried to get a grip. In his mind, he

was all human at the moment. In reality, he was a dragon

with the wings, scales, and talons of a beast. Cora lacked

the ability to shift, so there would be no mating tonight or

any other during his phase.

“You’ve seen what you came to see, Cora. You need to

go back upstairs.” He had to get her out of here. His

control over his baser instincts threatened to break at any

moment. He hoped the chains he’d designed really were as

strong as he’d intended.

Cora shook her head. She guardedly crossed the

distance between them. Her scent and heat filtered through

him in waves. The memory of her taste blossomed on his

tongue, the potent mix of salty and sweet filling him with

the need to lick that delicious pussy again, only for real

this time. He wanted to hear his name spill from her lips

as he sucked and lapped her into climax after climax.

Stig’s

cock

hardened

and

he

shifted

with

embarrassment. What would she think of him? One look at

his penis in its current state and she’d run screaming from

the room, probably calling him a pervert.

“May I touch you?” Before he could say no, Cora

brushed her fingertips over his scaled chest. His breath

seized in his throat. He watched her carefully, waiting for

any sign of repulsion on her face but there was only

curiosity and awe. “You feel like leather and metal and—

Oh! Look!”

Stig glanced down to where her fingers rested against

his scales. Quite unexpectedly, the greenish black hue of

his dragon hide slowly transformed to a reddish orange

color. The texture seemed to change too.

“It’s smooth like normal skin.” Cora petted him. “I

wonder….” She placed a second hand on his chest and the

same thing happened. Her surprised gaze moved to his

face. “Does this always happen?”

“No.” Stig’s voice had changed too. No longer was it

garbled by the forced transformation of his throat and

vocal cords. As he tried to process what was happening, a

tremor of pain rolled along his back. Snapping and

crunching ensued as his dragon characteristics, the snout

and curved spine, talons and more, melted away as they

normally did at sunrise.

When it was all done, Stig stood in his human body with

the bizarre orange and red mottled skin. His black wings

remained folded against his back. His head spun. What

had Cora done? How had she done it? Could it be that they

were bound?

“Did…did I do this?” Cora kept her hands firmly

planted on his chest, seemingly afraid she’d hurt him if she

took them away.

He nodded, still in shock from the transformation to this

new form. “How do I look?”

“You’re you, the human you, but with an orange tint and

yellow eyes. Oh and wings.” She lifted a hand and started

to touch them but stopped. She turned questioning eyes

toward him. “May I?”

Stig flexed his shoulders. His wings exploded in a burst

of black with brilliant orange streaks. That was also new.

They used to be acid green and black.

“Wow,” Cora breathed in wonder. “They’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

With one hand firmly on his chest, she stroked the

reptilian membranes stretched between the bony supports.

Her head moved from side to side in absolute fascination.

“This is wild.”

Stig couldn’t hold back the laugh her remark elicited. It

came out on a wave of relief. All this time he’d feared her

reaction, feared she’d run away from him in horror, when

in reality she was fascinated and accepting of him.

Perhaps all along she’d been destined to be his.

“So you’re what? A dragon?” She sought confirmation

for her deduction.

Stig nodded. “Yes.”

“And you’re immortal.”

“Yes.”

“How did you hide this while you were in the

military?”

“I only experience this uncontrollable and forced

transformation when I’m in heat. The rest of the time I’m

in complete control of my beast. I can shift fully into

dragon form or I can tap into his—our—power whenever I

need it in human form.”

Her fingers traced the orange in his wings. “What kind

of powers?”

“As a dragon, I can fly and breathe fire. In my human

form, I can use my night vision, enhanced hearing, and

healing capabilities.”

“Fire?” She seemed impressed.

“My breed is known for fire breathing.”

“There are other breeds?”

He nodded. “Among the Brothers, we have fire

breathers, thunder clappers, and lightning strikers. Some

of them fly at supersonic speeds or spit acid. We’re all

different colors in our dragon form. I’m a Norwegian

Greenback but there are Welsh Reds who have brilliant

crimson scales and there are Orange Gauls, to name a few.

”

Her forehead creased with confusion. “Brothers?”

“The Brotherhood of the Green Hide,” he clarified.

“We’re an elite group of dragons who protect various

allied tribes against the Knights.”

“Knights?”

“The Knights of St. George. The slayers of our kind. It’s

an old blood feud.” He sensed she was having a hard time

taking it all in and smiled down at her. “I can explain all

of this tomorrow in more detail.”

“Okay.” Cora traced a scar on his chest. “Bullet?”

“Yes. From Kandahar.”

A thoughtful look came over her face. “Did Hector

know you were a dragon?”

Remorse darkened his mood. “No.”

“Did you ever want to tell him?”

“Every day,” Stig admitted. “We were like brothers and

I hated keeping it from him.”

She ventured a guess. “But you were afraid?”

He nodded. “This isn’t the kind of thing people react

well to hearing.”

“I’d imagine not.”

Stig studied her beautiful face. “You actually don’t

seem all that shocked by what you’re seeing, Cora.”

“I know. It’s strange but I was actually envisioning

something much worse. This”—she caressed his chest—“I

can handle.”

Wondering at the extent of Cora’s effect on him, Stig

tested his wings. They fluttered up and down before

retracting fully. He rolled his neck and arched his back

slightly as the rippling pain of ending the change swamped

him. Taking control of his inner beast, Stig willed the

dragon to leave him completely. By slow degrees, his skin

faded back to its normal color.

“Your eyes,” Cora said. “They’re still, you know,

dragony.”

He snorted with amusement. “Dragony? Is that even a

word?”

“It is now.”

Cora cupped his jaw and stood on tiptoes to kiss him.

He couldn’t resist the temptation and lowered his mouth to

meet hers. He enjoyed the sensation of her full lips

pressed against his. There was something to be said for

such a chaste kiss. It only heightened the anticipation

factor. Just where would this kiss lead?

Stig surrendered to the insistent push of Cora’s

searching tongue. He shouldn’t have but he did. Their

tongues touched timidly at first and then grew bolder. She

tasted of minty toothpaste and he wanted more. His hands

slid along the curve of her back and outlined her pert ass.

He grasped the fleshy cheeks and hauled her closer to his

heaving chest. Chains scraped against stone with his

movement. Cora wound her arms around his neck and

thrust her breasts against him.

Soon they’d reach the point of no return. They were

playing with fire and someone was bound to get burned.

With a pained groan, Stig ended their kiss and tore free.

He hid his mouth in the loose waves of her hair. Her scent

tantalized and threatened to smash what little control he

maintained. “We have to stop.”

“No,” Cora growled with frustration and attacked his

neck with her lips and teeth. She nibbled a particularly

sensitive spot that sent shock waves straight to his cock.

“Cora!” Stig tried to push her away but she wouldn’t be

moved. She planted her feet and held tight to his waist. He

frowned down at her in utter consternation. “Why?”

She kissed his jaw. “Why not?”

“Did you get a good look at me earlier?”

“Yes. Right now, I see the same sexy Stig that I’ve

craved for years. So you were green and then orange and

had dragon wings and were kind of scary. Big fucking

deal. You should see some of the guys who hit on me.”

Stig snorted. “I’m flattered, really, but we shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t?” Cora smirked and licked her initials onto

his pec. “I think you’re folding.”

She was right. He’d gone from
can’t
t o
shouldn’t
in

only a few moments. A little more of that sexy tongue

flicking over his skin and he’d melt in submission. Judging

by the mischievous gleam in her eyes, Cora knew it, too,

and seemed determined to get exactly what she wanted.

She maintained contact with one hand and then the other

as she wiggled out of her nightgown. His appreciative

gaze raked her naked curves. She had such gorgeous

tanned skin and breasts that bounced full and heavy. He

couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them. A little teasing and

she’d purr with satisfaction.

Cora tossed aside her nightgown before licking,

nipping, and kissing her way down his torso. Stig’s mouth

went dry as she dropped to her knees. So many times he’d

fantasized about exactly this moment. She looked so damn

sexy kneeling like that. He gazed down into her dazzling

green eyes and trembled with the depth of desire reflected

in them.

Yet it wasn’t just lust shining there. It was the promise

of so much more—and it scared him. Cora couldn’t

possibly understand what she was doing. She couldn’t

fathom the kind of consequences the simple act of sex

would incur.

“Wait, Cora. We can’t do this. You don’t want to— Oh

God!” Stig’s exclamation echoed in the holding cell.

Cora’s pink tongue flicked the crown of his rock-hard

cock and shattered his control. She playfully nibbled the

head of his penis and lightly stroked his stiff shaft.

Whatever chance they may have had of averting disaster

imploded in that moment. Stig’s lust ignited with a fury

he’d never imagined possible. His primal instincts took

hold and all troubling thoughts of consequences

disappeared. He wanted Cora, needed her, and that was

all that mattered now.

“Suck me harder.” Stig sifted his thick fingers through

her silky hair. Cora was only too happy to comply with his

order. Her plump lips closed around him and pulled the

length of his cock deep into the hot, wet recess of her

mouth. He let loose a low moan to let her know how

fucking amazing it felt.

Cora seemed to enjoy his encouragement and hummed

around his shaft. The vibrations traveled the length of his

erection and shook his taut sac. He sucked in a long breath

and watched Cora’s bobbing head. The sight of his cock

sliding in and out of her slippery mouth made him so hot.

Electric sparks arced through his lower belly. He stroked

her hair and whispered dirty things in her ear.

His groin pulled tight. A quiver of ecstasy rattled him

like a warning shot. His body went rigid in preparation for

an orgasm. He’d dreamed of this moment, of spilling

inside her mouth, for so long but his inner beast revolted at

the thought. The dragon side of him panicked and took

control. He yanked back from Cora’s mouth with just

seconds to spare. A little more stimulation and he would

have been gone.