Shapeshifter Romance: Duty of a Lion (Paranormal Army Hero Navy Seal Shifter Protector Alpha Lion Romance) (Fantasy Military Action Adventure Urban Wolf Romance Short Stories) (31 page)

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In my sexual stupor, my eyes were practically closed, but I did perceive that his tongue looked a little different, as it came out from between my legs. There was something animal about it, but then I blinked and it was gone. It had to be the trick of the light or some figment of my imagination. It was most likely some kind of a hallucination and I had no idea what kind of effect having that kind of multiple climax could do to a girl. Since I had never had one before, I didn’t have anything to reference it to.

I finally was able to sit back up. I opened my eyes, and saw him sitting across from me with his hands folded neatly in his lap. He was constantly licking at his lips and I had to admit that him wanting to get that last little bit was quite intoxicating. I saw that his cock was hotly striking up against the fabric of his very expensive pants. I had this need…no…an ache to let him fuck me.

“Angela, I think that you should look in the mirror and tell me what you think of your new hairstyle. For me, I think it’s very fetching and it accentuates your long neck and makes you look like you have been part of the elite for quite some time. I just have to do something about your constant need for profanity. If it were only in the bedroom then I could probably live with that.” I got up and I had to stumble to the bathroom, slamming my shoulder into the door, because I couldn’t walk properly after such a defining moment.

I looked at my hair and at first I didn’t like it. I was never into very short hair, but this was growing on me significantly. Each time that I looked again, it was slowly getting to me. Soon, I found it quite sexy. I put on the dress he’d given me, too. It was amazing. It went really well with the hairstyle.

I don’t exactly know how long I was in there, but when I finally emerged, he was deep into his work, on a laptop on a desk. His posture was straight, as an arrow, and fingers were moving across the keyboard like a machine. His eyes were darting back and forth over stock figures and projections.

“I’ve always had a knack for numbers and I seem to be able to predict what’s going to happen in the market. I just have to watch out for the signs and do my due diligence to figure out what’s going to make a stock fluctuate from one day to the next.” The way that he talked about business made me want to drop down and give him my body freely. “This is my world and I’m only giving you a brief peek. I want you to know what you could have, if you were willing to jump in feet first.”

“At the risk of pulling at this thread, I have to wonder why you singled me out. There are obviously women that are more in line to what you are looking for. I don’t have that class or sophistication and it doesn’t matter how you dress me. Underneath all this is still a blue collar. Which still leads me to ask…why me?” Regis was looking at it and licking his lips with anticipation that came from wanting to use me like a sexual puppet.

“I could lie to you and tell you that I’m just slumming it, but to be honest, I found you to be uniquely qualified for the position that I’m offering you. That almost sounds businesslike, so let me rephrase that in a different way. You took my breath away and your attitude was refreshing. I honestly don’t want to change you, but a little fine tuning doesn’t hurt anybody.” I didn’t even how it happened and for some reason I was on the floor stroking his leg like some sort of pet in his collection.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said. He was stroking my hair and then he pulled the short hairs tightly and made me look at him in the eye.

“Angela, it’s not always a bad thing to feel powerless. Submitting to the sexual whims of another can be quite an aphrodisiac. I will never force you to do anything, but if you feel compelled, then I won’t try to stop you.” My hands were getting ever closer to that large object that I had first perceived in the town car. “I just want you to do what you’re comfortable with, Angela. Life can be about experiencing new things and all you have to do is be ready to open yourself up to them.”

“I have to see it,” I said. It was almost like it was I need or a desire that was taking me by the throat and telling me in no uncertain terms that this was what I needed to do. I got up on my knees in the same position that he was in earlier and this time I was the one that was pushing his knees apart. I think that he was ready for me and that bulge was quite obscene and giving me the indication that I was biting off more than I could chew.

“I can say that the idea of you going down on me is pleasant. I’ve wondered what your lips would feel like wrapped around me from the moment that I saw you.” I pulled down his zipper and I reached in and found his silk shorts greeting my fingertips. I pulled them aside and reached into the opening to feel the hot unyielding flesh of a man that really did surpass others in every way.

Extracting him from that prison was easy and once it escaped, it went into a hot tunnel. My lips went over the head and he voluntarily lifted his hips out of pure instinct alone. Just then I heard a sound, and I thought for sure that there was some kind of animal, or maybe a giant bird inside the plane with us. With my mouth still full, I glanced around, but saw nothing to indicate that anything like that was there with us.

I strangled his meat and felt his balls rise to the power of the suction that I was creating with the seal around my mouth. I used my hand at the same time to work along his length, feeling the shaft swell to mammoth proportions.

I thought for sure that I was going to be inundated with a sticky syrup that was being held in reserve in his balls. He surprised me by pulling me away and holding my arms. I thought that he was angry with me and that I had done something wrong, but he simply motioned for me to undress. Then he somehow lifted me with a blur of motion. I landed in his lap and his cock sought out my warm embrace.

It drove into me and didn’t stop, until I was settled in his lap. I held onto the back of the chair and began to ride him like a wild bull in Spain. For his part, he was not just a passive partner. He was holding onto my hips and with each downward thrust; he would push me down with a lot more force than necessary. “Yes, goddamn it…give me all of it,” I said. “You know that you’ve had me all this time and there was nothing that I could do about it. Just being around you makes my body react in a profound way. I’m soaking wet and your cock is deep inside me and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

There was no way to describe what was happening, other than he had gotten underneath my skin and I couldn’t even begin to think of anything other than him.

“Here it…here it… YESSSSSSS,” he gasped. I’d never been this responsive and it was like he was striking a chord that had never been touched before. He was all man and even though he did not take his clothes off the entire time, it didn’t matter. I was lost in a wave of pleasure and it felt like I was floating and that I had grown wings. That wave of bliss was followed by a bellow that rang in my ears. I was so out of it though I could barely perceive that he was letting himself go. I felt totally out of control and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad thing. I had never had any man manhandle me in such a way that made me lose control like that. I felt like I was floating.

It wasn’t until I was fully conscious and able to open my eyes that I realized that that floating feeling was not just from the sexual experience. He had these red wings and they had sprouted from his back. He lowered me to the floor of the cabin, as he hovered over me with those wings spanning the width of the cabin. His tongue snapped out like a serpent and licked my face lovingly, before he started to shake his head.

I scrambled backwards away from him, watching, as he turned back to a human form.

“What the hell are you? Oh my God, you’re…you’re a dragon.”

 

*****

 

I was stunned into silence and I sat there looking at him grinning at me and knowing that I had walked into his trap without, so much a thought of my own safety. He was obviously the thing that I had seen flying in the sky. This time, I was afraid that he had come after me because I had captured him on film.

“What are you going to do to me?” I said. This brought about a merriment of laughter that caught me quite by surprise. “I don’t see anything to laugh about.”

He began to wave his hands back and forth in the air “I apologize, but I think I’ve already done what I was going to do to you. If you have any illusion that I’m going to kill you, then I will put your mind at ease. I have no desire to harm you, but I did think that you should at least know what my world is like. I’m one of the last of my kind and I very rarely find others like me. I knew what I was from a very early age and it was almost like it was imprinted into me. I also knew that others wouldn’t accept me, so I shied away from social engagements. I didn’t want to risk getting angry or showing any kind of emotion that would bring about the change. My parents thought I was just an introvert and I guess from their point of view it would appear that way.”

“I’m guessing that you were adopted,” I said. It would stand to reason and that would be the only way that they wouldn’t know that their son was this flying myth.

“I thought so at first, but I did my research on my parents, and found that I really was theirs. They weren’t like me and for some reason my DNA had evolved to a more superior nature. I’m not exactly sure why this happened and I’ve searched the world over for answers. Even those that I have found with the same ability didn’t have much to add. They were just like me, but they were happy to see that they weren’t alone. We stay in contact and every so often, I will get over and enjoy some time with one of them.

“Where…are you taking me?”

“We are going to see one of my friends, who has a restaurant in Italy,” said Regis. He didn’t think anything of flying off to Italy on a moment’s notice. It was like putting on a pair of pants.

“You obviously know that I videoed you on my phone. I’m gathering that you would want any evidence of your existence to be eliminated.” I could barely sit still. The sexual energy in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. I was still feeling the afterglow and I had to purposely cross my legs several times to find relief. “I think you know that I really don’t want to give up that video. It’s my way out. Finally I’ll be able to be my own person and not have to worry about money.”

“If money is the only thing that is bothering you, then you don’t have to worry about that. I can give you more than enough to live on for the rest of your life. I just don’t want to treat this, as a business transaction. I thought that I did, but once meeting you, everything changed.” We talked for some time and he was basically telling me that I could leave anytime and there would be no hard feelings.

He told me about growing up and I think that he was trying to personalize my decision and make me realize that my actions had consequences.

When we landed in Italy, we were whisked away in a limousine with all the amenities, including a hot tub built right into the limousine. The sun was high in the sky.

“I’m going to have to give it some thought, but your proposition does intrigue me, Mr. Sunning.”

“Angela, I thought we were passed that and you need to call me Regis. We did after all just have a wonderful time together and I hope that wasn’t just a fleeting fancy. I’ve never met anyone that was accepting of my true nature and it has been a lonely existence. I would like to carve out a little piece of heaven for the both of us, as long as you were willing to let your other life go. I know that you are independent and if you want, we can spend, as much time as you need to find your passion. Everybody has one and we just need to look, until we find it.”

“That’s very nice of you to offer, Regis. I’ve always had a penchant for painting. Not many people know that about me and I tend to keep to myself for the most part. Even when I’m working, I rarely interact with people on a personal level and I guess I never want any ties, in case I have to pack up and move. I never want disappointment, so I never have expectations. I’ve always believed that life is cruel and that nobody’s going to give you something for nothing.” I was directing my comments to him and hoping that he was going to shed some light on why he would want to do this for me, other than making sure that I wouldn’t reveal his secret.

“You’d think that it was because I was worried, but I think we both know that nobody’s going to believe you anyway. Even with your so called proof, nobody’s going to be able to wrap their mind around the fact that a dragon exists. Besides, once they dig into your past, they will see that you’re not a trustworthy source. I hate to be blunt, but your integrity will be called into question. That being said, I still think that we can be good together. I can show you luxuries and give you the experience of travel from one location to the next.” He was making it awfully tempting and being surrounded by the finer things was certainly a good argument to make.

We arrived at his friend’s restaurant and we were escorted to a table out overlooking the water. The food was sublime and I never thought of myself as a foodie, but with money comes a unique need to try just about anything. Culinary delicacies were right there for the taking and all I had to do was take his hand.

“It’s interesting to see the world through your eyes, Angela. You see things with child wonder and your eyes light up at the smallest things. Just tasting the oysters and the fresh Primavera with cream sauce put a smile on your face. I’ve never had children and I found out that my kind is unable to procreate.” He took my hand and I saw that there was a bit of cream sauce on my fingertip. He sucked into his mouth and I squirmed noticeably in my seat, while looking towards the restaurant to see if we were going to be interrupted.

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