ROMANCE: SHAPESHIFTER ROMANCE: Dragon Baller's Bride (Dragon Shifter Alpha Male Romance) (Paranormal Romantic Suspense) (5 page)

W
e didn’t talk
much as he drove to our destination. He seemed to be thinking about something. His jaw was tight and he had an extremely tight grip on the wheel.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?” He glanced my way briefly. “I’m fine. Just pissed about how they treated you.”

“Water under the bridge,” I said even though I didn’t mean it. They had hurt my feelings and embarrassed me in front of Greer. I already felt a little insecure in our relationship, given that he was clearly well-off and I was a struggling actress, but I still had my pride. And more than anything else, that’s what had really been hurt tonight.

“Let’s do this: We’ll go back to my place. I’ll cook you up something sumptuous and massage your feet.”

I thought about the conversation I had earlier with my sister, “That sounds delightful,” I said, giving him my first real smile since the encounter at his mom’s house.

I had only been to Greer’s place once. It was a modest ranch-style home in a trendy, hippy part of town. Mostly artists and young businessmen lived in that area. Given that Greer was an internationally renowned artist, he was right at home in the neighborhood.

I followed him into his home and slid off my shoes.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said as he took off his blazer, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and walked into the kitchen.

Since his house had an open concept floor plan, I was able to watch him work in the kitchen. I observed as he moved around his kitchen with confidence and precision. Whatever he was making smelled so delicious my stomach growled in impatience.

“I’m coming. I’m coming. Food’s almost done. ” Greer called without turning around and I looked at him quizzically. How could he have heard my stomach growl from there? Then I told myself that I was being silly, he just logically knew I was hungry and tired of waiting.

Soon enough he was dishing out our meals and I joined him at the small dining room table, devouring the rich shrimp tacos he had prepared.

“These are delicious,” I said between bites.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

He laughed, “Thanks for the compliment.”

We finished our food in silence, each of us lost in thought. He broke the silence first, “Was it hard to get into acting?” He asked me abruptly.

It’s funny. My start in the business was the last subject I wanted to talk about and the last subject I ever expected him to bring up. I guess that was wishful thinking on my part.

“Umm, I got an agent and things pretty much took off from there.” I said ambiguously leaving out much-needed details.

“And what happened then? How’d you find an agent? I thought that was the hard part.”

He looked genuinely interested in what I had to say. He then picked my feet up and put them in his lap and started to massage them. He was a man of his word, and as I closed my eyes giving in to the pleasure of his hands massaging away the pain of wearing heels, I forgot that he had asked me a question.

He pinched my foot gently and I realized I had been drifting off to sleep. I opened my eyes immediately, and he smiled at me. I thought again about how much I loved his smile. Our relationship was so different from any previous relationship I had experienced. He made me happy and apparently I made him happy. I cared for Greer more than I cared for any other man and because of that, I felt he needed to hear the truth, the whole truth about me.

“I was young when I left home. I was in college at fifteen, and I was set on becoming something great like a doctor or scientist.”

“Wow, fifteen? That’s amazing. But I would think at fifteen most kids wouldn’t be emotionally mature enough to handle college.”

“Exactly,” I said thinking back to my college years and thinking of how awkward those days were and how that awkwardness just got worse as the years progressed.

“It was hard, but I finished in three years.”

He stopped massaging my feet, “Are you some sort of genius?”

“I’m part of Mensa,” I said nonchalantly.

“Wow, now I feel really stupid.”

“Don’t. I went to one of their meetings once and we were all just a bunch of average Joes. I was the best looking though, obviously,” I said being facetious and then my tone grew serious as I continued, “Anyway, growing up being the smartest person around wasn’t a cake walk. During my last semester, my advisor suggested that I branch out, stop focusing only on math and science and take a humanities or art course.”

“And you took acting?”

“Yep. Actually, my sister suggested the acting course. I was going to do something like music appreciation. She told me to try something different when I called home and complained to her once that I was bored and the idea of continuing on to Med. School, or earning a doctorate didn’t appeal to me.”

“You were going to get a doctorate degree?” Greer was clearly impressed.

“Maybe, but I was so burned out. I probably wouldn’t have gone even if I applied and were admitted.”

He nodded, “So what happened? You showed up at your first rehearsal and your heart went pitter patter?”

I laughed at his joke, “Exactly. I expected to be frightened and have close to zero confidence, but on stage I felt I was home. I loved it. And so I finished up my biology degree and moved to L.A. to start my acting career. I was only eighteen at the time.” I paused, not really wanting to continue.

As if he could sense something, he said softly, “What happened in L.A.?”

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around my middle, hesitating to continue. “Do you want a blanket?” He noticed my discomfort and mistook it for me being cold. He grabbed a throw off the couch and wrapped it gently around my shoulders. He then sat back down and continued to rub my feet.

“So what were you saying about L.A.?”

I sighed, “I moved out there and got mixed up with the wrong crowd. I was heavily into drugs and drinking. I thought I was so cool,” I laughed humorlessly, “And then one night, I was leaving a party. It was probably about four in the morning. I had too much to drink and I was high. I drove home and ended up getting into an accident.” I stopped not wanting to tell the rest.

“And what happened?” Greer asked gently.

“I had a friend in the car with me. The accident left her in a comma.” I gulped, unable to continue until I composed myself.

“Did your friend die?” He asked after a long minute.

“No. Thank God. I would never forgive myself if that had happened. I can barely forgive myself now. She was fine after about a week, but she blamed me for the accident, rightfully so, and I blamed myself. I checked myself into rehab.”

“That was pretty brave of you.”

“I had to do it. It was the responsible thing to do.”

Greer nodded, “So how long have you been sober?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t really think about it. I try not to think about it, at least. I’m just grateful that my friend and I, well former friend, are alive. I messed up. Really bad. And she could have died.” My voice broke at the end of my statement and I felt tears threatening to spill.

“You were young. You were bound to make a mistake along the way. Did you expect to be perfect?”

I stopped to think about what he said. All these years, I had been holding on to the guilt of making a bad decision, never cutting myself any slack for messing up once in my entire life. I had been young and silly and I had messed up. Surely that one mistake didn’t define me, but yet as I sat there with Greer looking at me intently, I knew that I had allowed it to, for far too long.

I said, “Yeah. I guess I did.”

“Well you don’t have to be perfect for me. In fact, I think imperfections make us better versions of who we strive to be.” He then stood up and held out his hand. I took his hand and he said as I stood up, “Would you like to stay the night?”

I knew what he was really asking and I responded softly, “Yes.”

Silently, he led me to his bedroom, already caressing my sides and kissing my neck. In the darkness, he laid me on the bed and slowly allowed his fingertips to trail up my thighs, pulling my dress up inch by inch as he did. My panties were soon exposed and he pressed his hand against my mound, feeling the wetness already there. With one finger, he traced a line up and down my panties, making me wetter.

“You’re so beautiful, Jasmine.” His deep voice said, breaking the silence.

He replaced his fingers with his mouth and I moaned as he placed kisses on the fabric that covered my sex and then he inhaled deeply, shifted my panties to the side and slipped his tongue inside of me.

I hadn’t been expecting that and moaned, spreading my legs further so that he could explore even more of me. He spread my legs further apart and quickly took my panties off.

He then quickly went back to pleasing me. He started at my clit and traced slow circles around it with his tongue as he pushed his thick finger deeply into me.

“How does that feel?”

“Perfect,” I moaned and he pulled his finger out of me and licked away the juices there.

“Sit up,” he ordered suddenly, and confused I did as I was told. “Take off your dress.”

I moved to do so and he said, “Slowly.”

I let the dress fall down slowly and I saw him move his hand between his legs. He started pulling on his member and I hadn’t even been aware of him undoing his zipper. I could see his member, long, thick and wide, standing erect. He would be hard to fit into my sex, but I was more than willing to welcome the challenge.

I motioned to take my bra off, but he stopped me. “Leave it on, just push the cups down so that I can see your nipples.”

I did as he said, thinking his preference odd, but feeling beyond turned on by the way he bossed me around while masturbating.

“I want you inside me,” I said softly.

“When I want to be inside of you, then it’ll happen. Until then bring your mouth here. I want to feel those lips on my cock.”

I got down on my knees and immediately wrapped my lips around his shaft, sucking him into my mouth and moving my head up and down, allowing my teeth to scrape against his member, just a little.

He sharply inhaled and his cock thickened in my mouth. I didn’t know it was possible for a man’s member to get that big. He was frighteningly big, but that knowledge just made me wetter. I stuck my hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit as well.

He was breathing heavily now and I knew he was about to come. The idea of him coming made my pulse race and I spread my legs a little more as I continued sucking his cock, lapping at the head of his member, sucking on it, while I played with myself.

He tossed back his head and cupped the back of my head, keeping my mouth from leaving his member. He didn’t have to worry about that though, I thought as I sucked him in again deeply one last time and simultaneously plunged my finger into my own sex. I came then, gasping around his cock and he came too, emptying his sex into my mouth as my own sex clenched around my finger, tensing and relaxing in an uncontrolled rhythm, until finally the remnants of my orgasm seized to tremble. I swallowed and released Greer’s member from my mouth.

He was still hard I noticed, and he didn’t waste any time as he laid me down on his bed again.

“I love your mouth,” he said lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me aggressively, dipping his tongue into my mouth, exploring it and sighing as my tongue touched his own. He straddled me and then bent down and began to suck my nipples and fondle my breasts. His touch started off gentle and then he pinched my nipples, making me yelp in pain since my breasts were so sensitive given that I was highly aroused.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked suddenly, stopping, breathless.

“Yes, but I liked it.”

I could hear a smile in his voice as he said, “Yeah, I thought you would.”

He did it again, this time nipping at my nipples as well with his teeth. It hurt, but for some reason, I liked it and I could feel myself growing even wetter, so wet that the inside of my thighs felt slick from my passion for him.

I went to wrap my arms around his neck and he surprised me by stopping me and pinning my arms above me. I grabbed the spindles attached to the headboard and watched as he reached for something in his drawer. I figured it was a condom, but then I felt something cold close around one of my wrists and then the other. I tried to move my hands, but I realized he had handcuffed me to the bed.

“Are you uncomfortable with this?” He asked standing up, shedding his clothes completely

I watched him through eyes heavy with lust and opened my legs wide, exposing myself to him, chained to his bed, nipples out, sex open and wet for the taking.

“I want you,” was my answer. His sex seemed to quiver at my words and I marveled at his gorgeous body as he kneeled in front of me.

He sat up on his knees and picked my hips up and then pushed his sex into me. There was no foreplay, no hesitation. He took me boldly, and dove into me over and over, pushing his shaft as deep into me as he could. He didn’t wait for my sex to stretch to accommodate him. He forced his way into me, stretching my inner muscles to the point of pain and I screamed in ecstasy. No other man had been so rough with me and that roughness excited me. And as he trailed his hands across my belly and reached up to caress my breasts, he withdrew almost completely and as I begged for him to bury himself inside of me, he complied and I came. But I wasn’t done. I was so aroused by the feel of his thickness in me; as my muscles clenched around his shaft, shortly after my first orgasm, another one followed it.

“Greer! Oh God! Greer! Don’t stop. Fuck me, Greer. Please!” I screamed.

He slowed down then and pulled his cock almost completely out of me, “No, Greer. Please. Put it in. Please.”

“You like this dick?” He said and flicked my nipple hard. I shook and started thrusting my hips up and down on his cock, riding it without his help.

He gasped not expecting that and then laughed dryly before stilling my hips with his hands and grinding his cock deep into me.

I came again and this time, he came with me, thrusting deeply and quickly, losing control as the entire bed rocked and squeaked at the force of his thrusts, and when he was done and his seed poured into me yet again, I was finally able to take in a shaky breathe.