Dragon Ugly (Dragon New Year) (23 page)

A groan from above drew his attention. He opened his eyes and watched as Fletch gripped Carissa’s hips and entered her from behind. Pleasure and pain danced over her face like leaves floating on a breeze. He felt her body shake from above. Her pussy slid against him, back and forth as Fletch fucked her ass. They moved in time with the Snake’s song. The music filled Brent, swelled deep inside of his cock, rushed over his skin and caressed him in places he’d never thought noise could reach.

Then it all stopped—Carissa, the music, Fletch, everything. With a deep breath, Carissa lowered her body down onto his. Her internal muscles were still clenched around his cock, drawing him deeper into her wet heat. So hot, so tight…it was all too much.

His nerve endings flared as sensation overloaded him. So much pleasure. An orgasm rolled through him, taking him under. Carissa slid down, flexing her vaginal walls around his cock. Up and down, back and forth, she rode him as he came. Then he felt the glide of Fletch’s cock in her ass, rubbing against his shaft inside Carissa. Too much. Sensation played through him, over him, wove around him. He felt as if he was going to burst or incinerate.

Fireworks burst behind his eyes as his dragon screamed. Brent balled his hands into tight fists as his body shook. His hips flexed of their own accord and he kept coming, one orgasm after another, climax after climax. His brain was white nose, his body was one giant ball as the pressure flexed, filled and exploded over and over again, in time with the music that was being played not far away.

He felt Carissa’s vagina tighten around him as she began to come. Her lips smashed against his, in a hungry kiss that poured all her love, all her desire, every ounce of her passion into his body. He fed it back to her and still they didn’t stop moving until Brent felt a large wall burst inside of him and the dragon roared free. His cock jerked inside of her and he emptied himself deep into her tight channel. A loud whistle filled his ears as everything went white behind his eyelids. His heart tried to beat its way right out of his chest.

Carissa rode him and Fletch rode her until everyone had come.

The music stopped and the crowds screamed. Carissa collapsed onto Brent with a thud, and Fetch groaned. Where he went, Brent didn’t see. All he knew was this experience had been the best orgasm of his life. He didn’t even care that the dragon had broken its cage, and that he had shifted. He felt a deep well of satisfaction fill him. With Carissa, and Fletch, and The Snake, he was happy.

Chapter Seventeen

Carissa wasn’t sure how she’d managed to get back to work, much less form coherent sentences. Her mind was numb. Sparks continued to go off in her body, long after the sex was over. After a hasty clean up, they dashed back up to Scentify’s booth without talking about what had just happened. Brent looked liked he’d had an encounter with god or an alien. Fletch seemed to have a permanent smile on his face.

By the end of the day, Carissa was exhausted and hungry. Brent led them over to a corner table at the platform that the Dragon’s Lair Restaurant and Pub had set up. Live music was under way and servers were delivering food.

The scents of fair food and grilled meat floated through the air, along with the strong perfume of the citronella candles and incense that kept the bugs away. Brent and Fletch had headed home to shower and change, while Jez and Anna had already ordered beers and nachos for a celebratory dinner.

While she’d been gone, Geri from Lavender Sighs Inn had placed a huge order from Scentify. Thankfully, Jez and Anna didn’t comment about how long she’d been gone, but she did catch Tor and Louisa snickering. Carissa slipped out to the bathroom on the pretense of getting more inventory. She needed to freshen up a bit. As she stood in front of the mirror, picking grass and leaves out of her hair and trying not to think about what people could have heard or seen, she couldn’t help but smile. She felt wonderful, calm and clear-headed, more stabilized and less lonely. In fact, life was beautiful right now.

Carissa cleaned up and slipped out her phone. She sat down in the kitchen area and dialed her mom.

“Mom, don’t talk, okay? Just listen,” she started. “I know you think I’m frigid and I’m not exactly the most open person in the world, but I just wanted to say I’m happy with my life. I’ve found my mate, and when we have time, I’ll bring him up to meet you, I promise. I just wanted to tell you.”

Deanna chuckled. “Okay, Carissa, so long as you’re happy that’s all that matters. We’ll look forward to meeting him. Maybe at Thanksgiving?”

Carissa grinned. That would give her a lot of time with Brent all to herself. “Okay, Thanksgiving. Night, Mom.”

“Wait, don’t go yet—” Deanna started.

Carissa sighed. “Mom, I’m exhausted, we’ve been mobbed at the store all week.”

“Really?” Deanna’s tone turned high-pitched and theatrical.

Carissa’s ears prickled and her stomach jumped as her mind began to work overtime. She knew that tone. Her mother was up to something. But what? “Mother—”

“Did any of the customers mention how they found out about the place?” Deanna’s tone was casual.

“Nothing in particular. We did have a bunch of sales going on.” Rather than give in and ask, Carissa decided to let her mother tell her whatever she was holding back in her own sweet time.

“Well, I had hoped someone would say something.”

Carissa smothered a yawn. “Why would they say something? What did you do?”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind, but your father and I wanted to give your store a little boost, so we sent everyone we knew your way. We’re even giving a discount to anyone who shops at Scentify.” Deanna’s voice quivered and she sounded almost nervous. “That is okay, right?”

Carissa shook her head in disbelief. The surge of customers—she should have known it had been her mother when it hadn’t been magick. If something strange happened in her life, it was always either one or the other.

“It’s totally okay, Mom. Thank you,” she said, and she realized that she meant it.

“Good. Okay, dear. Good night.” Before her mother hung up she muttered, “Next time, I’ll make sure they mention us.”

Carissa could only shake her head again, but she grinned. She really was thankful for her parents’ support. She had a feeling things were going to turn out well for Scentify.

With the phone call out of the way she made a quick dash home for more clothing, dropped it off at Brent’s house, and then headed back to the Fairgrounds to finish off the day.

Now, with the night setting in, everything felt right. Brent walked by her with a smile on his face. He dropped off a plate of food, gave her a quick kiss, and then moved off. Fletch milled around the room with Tor and Louisa. Carissa sat back and traded jokes with Anna and Jez, and got the scoop on what she’d missed.

As the night dragged on, she felt relaxed. Despite the pull of the nearly-full moon, she felt at ease. Soon she’d be shifting with Brent, and the presence of his dragon would stabilize her.

Everything would be okay.

Epilogue

Bonfires blazed around the lake. The festival was over for humans, but for the shifters, it was time to celebrate under the full moon as Beltane arrived. A large buck raised its horns and let out a cry. All the other shifters joined in with howls, hoots, roars, and cries of their own, before the buck turned and raced into the darkness of the forest.

“The Shifting Time is now!” the mayor yelled out, before she too turned and disappeared into the throng.

Magick danced on the air, in motes of multicolored balls of light, and animals moved around, pranced, ran, and meandered. There were no limits or boundaries. It was time to celebrate, with everyone in their most primal mode.

In wolf form, Carissa gazed up at the large, blue dragon. Its sea-green eyes glowed in the darkness, and a round, silver circle hung in the diamond-strewn sky. A few clouds floated by, but other than that, the night was clear and cool, with only a light breeze. A shiver raced along Carissa’s spine and down her tail as the beast looked back at her. Its massive black wings, veined in blue, stretched out, shrouding the clearing in total blackness, obscuring all else.

With her sharpened senses, Carissa could hear other shifters moving about. A distant howl was answered by a pack nearby. Carissa opened her jaws and let out a howl of her own. She padded forward toward her mate.

The dragon blew out a stream of humid air from its nostrils, painting the atmosphere in fog, and then began to flap its wings. Gusts of strong, warm air pushed Carissa down to the ground. The speed and pressure of the wind increased until she had no choice but to move for cover.

The dragon lifted off and flew around in a circle. Carissa followed; the need to be close to Brent and make sure he was safe took precedence over the need to follow the tantalizingly sharp scent of fear coming from nearby prey.

A wolf rushed out into her path. She flashed her sharpened maw at him, and gave a low warning growl. The canine backed away from her challenge. With her path clear, she used Brent’s shadow, and the scent of water, to track his progress. He was flying right into bear territory. A large grizzly bounded out from the trees. He slapped a large paw to the ground and let out a growl, ordering her off.

Carissa didn’t back off, nor did she show any fear. Instead, she stood her ground and waited. A loud flapping sound and a burst of wind knocked the bear on its side as the dragon roared, opening its slim mouth and letting out a stream of ice blue flame that chilled the night.

This time the bear did amble off. The dragon nodded toward Carissa, who returned the gesture. She turned and trotted off back to the clearing where Brent landed. He lowered a wing and Carissa walked toward him, sniffing the large appendage.

Flying? No way. She shook her head.

The dragon made a rough huffing sound that she took to be laughter. Carissa snapped at the dragon and padded off to the trees.

Brent took off again and she followed him through the forest, through twists and turns. They followed the river that fed Shadow Cove Lake, traced a path around the large pool and then went back into the forest before they met back at their starting point, where they both shifted to human forms.

Their shifter brethren remained in animal forms, but the bonfires weren’t as strong now, and some had burned out completely.

Dawn was only a few hours away. Sleep weighed heavily on Carissa’s eyelids. Her limbs felt heavy, and standing took effort. She wanted to curl up on the ground and head off to dreamland, but that would leave her vulnerable to other predators and shifters who were still in their animal forms.

Brent, still naked, bent down and scooped her up in his arms. She snuggled into his warm embrace and closed her eyes. Carissa knew she was safe. Where they were going and how they would get there didn’t matter as long as Brent was with her.

The Bonfire Festival had brought her her mate, and together they would control his Dragon Ugly disposition. They had found each other and that was all that mattered.

~ About the Author ~

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