Scaling Her Dragon: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 8) (6 page)

FIFTEEN

She had a quiet stare-off with him, watching his features go from slightly bored to intently seductive. A bowl of dark soup was placed in front of each of them, and Drayken asked Razzy a question Becca missed due to the hand on her lap. Vikter slid his hand higher up her leg toward her inner thigh. The pants she’d worn appeared to be perfect for whatever he had in mind.  The stupid smart material created slits, giving his hand access to her bare skin.

She gasped and picked up her wine, taking a big gulp to stop herself from moaning at the little circles he made on her inner thigh. A hot shudder slid over her bare arms, up to the back of her neck. She’d worn a soft strapless top to match the pants, and now she wished she’d worn a sweater.

Vikter grinned. “Thirsty, darling?”

That bastard. He wanted to play games with her after the way he’d treated her the day before. She didn’t appreciate it. The closer he got to her crotch, the less she could look away from him.

“What do you think, Becca?” Razzy asked.

She glared at Vikter and then met Razzy’s gaze, telling her with her eyes she had no idea what they were talking about.

“Should I cut my hair? Laina says yes,” Razzy added, helping her get caught up with the conversation. “I love yours. It’s short, but not too short, so it’s still sassy.”

Vikter glided his fingers up by the edge of Becca’s underwear. She inhaled sharply. “I say go for whatever you like, but I think your hair long looks beautiful. I would normally have mine longer too.”

She was given a second’s reprieve when Vikter raised his hand to her hair and grabbed a curl from the high ponytail she’d done. “Sounds like there is a story behind the short hair.”

Razzy nodded. “I was about to say the same. Why did you cut it?”

Dammit. She didn’t really want to talk about that episode, but now she had everyone at the table staring at her with curiosity.

“It was a dare,” she said.

“You were dared to cut your hair?” Laina asked.

“I wish,” she said with an embarrassed laugh. “No. I was dared to get extensions in multiple colors for a Halloween costume last year. The extensions knotted so badly in my hair they needed to be cut out. That meant my hair had to be cut. It was a really bad idea.”

“What kind of costume would require you to get extensions like that?” Drayken asked.

“It wasn’t really the costume itself that did it. But I don’t think the entire idea helped.”

“What did you dress up as?” Vikter asked, laughter clear in his voice.

“Cousin It.”

“Who?” Laina asked. It was hard to hear over Vikter’s booming chuckles.

“It’s a movie character from Earth,” Razzy grinned. “I’ve made Vikter watch The Addams Family many times.”

Becca smiled at Razzy. “My goal in life is to find a man who will love me like Gomez loves Morticia.”

Razzy sighed. “Yeah, I agree. Those two have a love nobody can beat.”

“You should aspire for more than a copy of some silly movie relationship,” Laina said, her voice chastising.

Becca opened her mouth to reply, but shut it quickly at the feel of Vikter’s hand in her crotch.

In.

Her.

Crotch.

He’d gone straight for the goodies, slipped his hand under the slit of her pants, and pushed aside her panties.

“Vikter!” she squealed, ignoring her new plate of food and picking up the wine again.

“Yes, darling?”

“What…um… Where do your people get such unusual eye colors?” She didn’t know what the hell she was saying anymore. Words popped out of her mouth without warning.

“Our eye colors are dependent on our dragons,” Razzy supplied the answer.

“So you’re all dragons?” Becca asked, glancing around the table, until her gaze lingered on Vikter.

“Each and every one.” He grinned.

Becca sucked another gulp of wine and did the unimaginable. She widened her legs on her seat, making it easier for him to touch her. Well hell, if he was going to do this, she might as well enjoy it.

Vikter picked up his wine and sipped. She loved watching him lick his lips after a drink. She wanted to be the one to suck the wine off his mouth. Dinner had never been this enticing in her life.

SIXTEEN

Vikter watched the play of emotions cross Becca’s features—horror, shock, and pleasure. The last appeared to be her body finally giving in to his ministrations.

He’d been consumed with being around Becca since he’d had words with her in his office. The dinner had given him the opening to sit with her. To touch her. After the episode in the hallway, he’d wondered if maybe she was his mate.

Could she be? He didn’t feel the instant connection from his animal with a mate like he knew he would. It was disheartening but he had his answer. She wasn’t the one. The man in him wanted her. Oh, so fucking bad. That would have to be enough.

He’d purposely sat so close to her and at an angle, so that it wasn’t noticeable he was touching her. Fuck, how he wanted her. She pushed closer to his fingers, widening her legs so he could reach the center of her heat. She was slick, hot, and ready.

Another smile grew on his lips. At the rate she drank the wine, he’d have to carry her to bed. Her skin had to be the softest he’d ever touched. Smooth like the finest silk produced in the Nedar caves.

She did another quick intake of breath, and his erection pressed at the fly of his pants. He’d give up the few weeks he had left of life to get a taste of how good she’d feel wrapped around his cock.

“Becca, would you like to join for the first flight of the season?” Drayken asked.

Vikter snapped his gaze to her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing a hint heavier than before.

First flight meant Drayken had ideas for Becca—something Vikter didn’t appreciate. He couldn’t give her much, but he wanted her for himself, even if it was only for a short time.

“I’m sorry,” Becca said, sipping on her wine again. When she put the glass down, Vikter saw her hand shake on its descent down to her lap. “What is a first flight?”

So far she hadn’t interfered with his touching her. Her hand landed on top of his. He wondered if she’d finally pull him off her and stop his slow caresses around her clit. Instead, she pressed his fingers into her pussy.

The scent of her arousal curled around them like a fog. Oh, how he wanted her. She was the perfect woman, but with the problems with his dragon, he knew it was bad timing for a relationship…especially with what he knew his outcome would be soon. That didn’t stop his heart from developing feelings. Feelings he didn’t share with the dragon. Feelings he knew wouldn’t solve his problems.

It wouldn’t matter if he fell in love with Becca. His dragon was the one who needed a mate. With the link between them growing weaker by the day, he knew that was going to be impossible to find.

“First flight is when we change into our dragons, giving them control and flying over Dragosland to see the season as it changes over our land.”

Razzy’s firm shake of the head made Vikter finally pull his hand from between Becca’s legs. His sister’s annoyed glare told him she knew what he’d been up to. Vikter didn’t normally give a shit, but he didn’t want Razzy’s dinner to go badly.

“I…” she cleared her throat. “Sure. Why not? I bet it will be fun.”

Vikter wanted to growl. He didn’t like the idea of Becca being held in Drayken’s grasp or anyone else’s for that matter.

Once he decided to behave, the rest of the meal became a lot more interactive, with a lot less heavy breathing.

***

Vikter had just changed from his dinner outfit when a loud knock sounded at his door. He’d always been able to tell when Razzy was angry. She had the same three knocks in rapid succession indicating her short patience.

“Come in, Razzy.”

She threw the door opened and rushed inside, slamming it closed behind her.

“What were you doing tonight, Vikter?” she demanded. “Becca came here as my guest, and you were sitting there manhandling her like…like…a pervert!”

He would have laughed at her outrage if she didn’t sound so upset.

“I’m sorry, Razzy. I lost control of myself.” He lied. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to touch Becca, wanted her to spend the entire dinner thinking of his hand on her pussy.

She started pacing his room, her long hair flying around behind her. “I have never seen you so…intent on a female.” She stopped and looked at him. “You obviously want her.”

He nodded, not willing to deny it. 

“So what the hell are you doing in here?”

Her words pulled a frown to his face. “What?”

She smiled. “You want her. She’s a wonderful woman. Why aren’t you in her room, you know, seducing her?”

The last thing he’d expected was for his sister to encourage his pursuit of Becca, especially knowing he couldn’t give any female forever at this point. “I can’t give her what most women want, Razzy. I don’t have the time for a relationship with many years together. This would be one night.”

Razzy ran over to him, threw her arms around his neck, and hugged him. “You have one life, brother.”

He wasn’t sure what to say and didn’t get a chance to voice his confusion. She let go of him and rushed out of his room with the same speed she’d arrived with.

Vikter knew his desire for Becca would be short lived. His dragon had shut down most emotional connections and the ability to form bonds due to his limited time left. It was surprising he found his desire for Becca to be so strong that it broke through some of the walls the animal erected in his heart.

His desire for her burned in his veins like the hottest lava. He shouldn’t give in. Lusting after a woman was dangerous when he had so little to offer, but he wouldn’t stay away.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He’d have Becca. Tonight. Now.

SEVENTEEN

Becca had never been so glad to strip out of her clothes and get ready for a bath. Vikter and Razzy might be dragon shifters, but they lived in one of the most comfortable castles she’d ever imagined. Top-of-the-line technology that adjusted to their guests’ comfort filled every room.

One of the things she’d come to love in Alyx’s castle was the mood sensors in the bedrooms. Her room in Vikter’s castle was different. Not only was it larger, but it had the bathroom of her dreams. She’d been dying to try out the giant whirlpool tub from the moment she arrived.

She’d had one of the maids help set it up for her with scented oils. Her sore muscles, from hiking and walking in larger doses than usual, begged for a soak.

She took off her robe and sat in the steaming tub slowly. Neon lights lit the bottom of the Jacuzzi. The front of the tub had a glass wall, which showed off her naked body. She didn’t really care since she was alone in the room.

Water lapped around her body, covering her up to her tits. Jets massaged her back, arms, legs, and ass. She wiggled around and gasped when one of the jets pumped water right between her legs.

Oh, my. That had serious potential. Holding on to the two hand bars, she leaned back. She rocked her hips over the stream of water pushing hard against her pussy, until it was like a giant wave vibrating over her clit.

Holy fuck that felt good.

A knock sounded at her bedroom door. She’d asked the maid for tea to help her sleep. With the bathroom door closed, she didn’t worry about being caught using the tub like a giant sex toy. Now she could get her freak on with the water jets.

“Come in,” she yelled. “Leave it on the table. I can serve myself. Thank you so much. Have a good night!”

The bedroom door opened and closed, and she returned to her massaging jets. She shut her eyes, giving in to the tingling water pushing at her clit. A slow heat started at the pit of her belly. She wasn’t sure why or what caused it, but instinct told her to open her eyes.

Vikter stood by the bathroom wall, leaning back, watching her quietly.

She should be alarmed he’d come into her space and hadn’t said anything, but she wasn’t. Instead, seeing him watching her turned her on even more.

“What are you doing here?” she breathed, pushing her body under the water.

“I came for you,” he said. His gaze raked over her face and down to her chest. Her nipples peeked from the water with the arch of her back. “You look even more beautiful now than you did at dinner.”

She licked her lips, wishing she didn’t have a jet of water pumping at her pussy but at the same time not moving away. “How’s that possible?”

“At dinner, I saw you fighting the need to moan and pant,” he said, taking a step toward the tub. He sat at the edge. His soft pants and shirt looked like a pair of casual pajamas and not an actual outfit to go out in. “Now, I can watch your reactions. There’s no need to hide them any longer.”

She gasped when the water massaged the area of her pussy that pushed her toward release.

“That is such a beautiful sight,” he said, his voice low and thick. “Your face. Your breathing. Your tits lifting out of the water and offering themselves to me is exactly what I want.”

She gripped the bars, wiggling her hips and sloshing water. He leaned down, taking her lips with his and dipping his hand into the water to caress her body. He cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple and flicking a thumb over it. Her mewl of need sounded loud between their kiss.

He continued south, caressing her belly and large thighs before massaging her clit with two fingers. Her body bucked, pleasure shooting through her so hard and fast, she shook with the intensity. She’d never come so quickly from a man touching her. Never.

He’d done a few presses on her clit and drawn circles around her sensitive nub, and that’s all it took? What the hell was wrong with her body? A scream lodged at the back of her throat. His tongue pushed in and out of her mouth, showing her he was in control. He curled his tongue over hers, sliding around her mouth like he owned her.

She bit his lip and sucked it hard as she rode the pleasure wave. He rumbled a low growl. It made her desperate, hungry for him.

She let go of the bars and grabbed his shirt, yanking and tugging to get it off him. Lust clouded her mind. There was nothing but him. Wanting him. Tasting him. Having him.

The sound of material tearing excited her. She knew he’d done it and loved that he’d joined in her desperation. Soon, he was in the water, naked, sliding his body over hers. The bar of his cock pressed between her legs. Her pussy throbbed with desire. He was big and hard, pushing at her entrance, ready to take her.

He pulled back from their kiss to stare deep into her eyes. “I don’t need water to know you’re wet for me.”