Scaling Her Dragon: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 8) (10 page)

TWENTY-SIX

Becca clung to the leather straps for dear life. She was going to lose her mind if Vikter didn’t do more than tease her.

“I love your scent,” he inhaled and pressed his nose into her pussy. “I want to spend all night fucking you with my tongue. Making you scream.”

Hell, yes! She could go for some, or a lot, of that. “Please,” she said breathlessly.

He grabbed one of her large thighs and draped it over his shoulder, making her pelvis tilt toward his face. Then he did the same with the other, until her back was pressed on the glass, and she was using the leather straps to hold herself upright.

Suddenly, he started to stand. She squealed. The leather straps shortened the straighter he got, until he was standing at full height, her arms pulled above her head and his face in her pussy.

She leaned back farther, wiggling her lower body closer to his mouth. He held her up by her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy flush against his lips, as if she weighed next to nothing. He didn’t even lose his breath standing with her on his shoulders.

“Vikter,” she gasped. “Are you insane?”

He licked at her inner thigh and glanced up. “Why would I be insane?”

“I’m a really heavy girl,” she stated, matter-of-factly. “You’re going to hurt yourself holding me up like this.”

A slow, wicked grin spread over his lips. “Heavy? Maybe on sarcasm,” he chuckled. “You’re so small. I could hold you like this all day.” He rubbed his nose on her clit, and she saw stars. “I just might, too. It’s a beautiful view I’ve got.” He nipped at one of her pussy lips and grunted. “And you taste better than any sweet. Fucking perfect.”

She groaned. He tongued her pussy like he was reaching for her fucking soul. Her belly quivered, and her pussy throbbed. She wanted him inside her. “Vikter, I need more. I need you.”

He rumbled, sucking her clit and sending vibrations shooting up her back.

“God, Vikter!” She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking. “I want you fucking me. Your cock thrusting deep, stretching me until I can take no more.” She glanced down and met his bright, golden gaze as he pressed his mouth over her clit. “I want you to come in me. I want to feel you. All of you. Every drop of your cum making my body your home.”

He sucked her clit harder, sending her over the edge. She gripped the leather and screamed, angling her head back and pressing her pussy against his mouth. Tides of bliss shook her to the core. She moaned through harsh puffs of breath. He lowered her slowly, the leather once again extending.

Once she was on the ground, he held her up by the waist until she was loose of the straps. She curled her legs around his waist and pressed her mouth to his. Good god, the taste. It was sexy as hell to taste herself on his lips.

She licked his mouth, his face, and jaw. Fuck! She wanted to lick him from head to toe.

“Take me to bed,” she ordered between kisses.

He turned, carrying her to the edge of his massive bed. It had to be twice the size of a regular king, with enough space to hold more than a few bodies. Either he liked his space in bed, or he held orgies on the regular. She’d rather think the former than the latter.

He placed her on the bed, and she scooted to the center, bent her finger motioning him forward. “Come here.”

He smiled and followed her to the center of the bed. “Have something in mind?”

She licked her lips and stroked her gaze down his body. He had such an amazing physique, athletic with enough muscle to make a woman drool. Her vision shot down to his massive erection. Lord have mercy. He was hard, and beads of pre-cum gathered at the head of his cock.

“I have a very big something in mind.” She grinned. She pushed him back. His head hit the pillows, and she knelt between his legs. She loved that look of confusion on his face.

“What are you doing?”

She lowered her head to his dick, licking around the rim. He groaned, and she smiled. “I’m getting a taste of you.” She curled her tongue around his cock and licked up his shaft. “Mmmm.”

His hips bucked, pushing his cock into her lips. “Fuck. Your mouth is so hot,” he grunted. “Your tongue is so soft and wet.” He pushed her hair out of his view and held it behind her head. “Do it, Becca. Suck my cock with your beautiful mouth. Stroke your sexy tongue over me.”

She opened wide and took him down her throat. Well, as much of him as she could. The reality was he was long and thick. Still, she enjoyed the feeling of him filling her mouth.

“That’s it. Suck me,” he said in a rough voice. “Do it, and I’ll fuck your pretty little pussy.”

She pulled back, letting him slide out of her lips, full of her saliva. Then she took him in again, farther than before. His cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.

“Yes,” he encouraged, gripping her hair tighter. The only sound to be heard was wet suction noises from her. “That sound is so fucking sexy when you make it.”

She propelled back and swished her tongue over his slick length from side to side. He thrust into her mouth, pulling and pushing her head over his cock. His body tensed. Instead of slowing, she sped up. He grunted and lifted his hips off the bed, trying to go deeper into her mouth. She grasped his shaft with one hand, jerking and sucking while she fondled his balls with the other hand.

TWENTY-SEVEN

He sucked in harsh breaths, his abs contracting with each intake of air. She sucked and pumped harder, watching his body tense to granite. A thought crossed her mind. She slapped her hand on his thigh, scraping her nails into his leg in conjunction with her sucking and jerking.

He pulled on her hair hard as he came. A loud roar sounded from him as semen jetted out. She sucked fast, some of it going down her throat, sweet as candy, but his thick semen filled her mouth. She released him while he was still coming. She held his cock over her tits, letting the stream of his seed coat her chest, down to her belly.

To her surprise, he didn’t go limp. He was still hard as a rock and looking ready to fuck her into the next galaxy.

She kneeled back, glancing down at the mess covering her body. Driven by pure instinct, she slid her hands over her chest, massaging his cum on her breasts.

“That is fucking gorgeous,” he growled, sitting up with a lot more speed than she’d seen in him. “You want my scent on you, my beautiful Becca?”

She nodded, lifting a sticky finger up to her lips and sucking. “I love your taste.”

She didn’t ask how one second she was kneeling in front of him and the next he was carrying her right back to the massive glass wall.

“What?”

“I want to fuck you, my beautiful. I’m going to fuck you under the light of both moons.” He placed her hands on the warm glass, pulling her hips back and spreading her legs wide. “I’ll fuck your hot, wet pussy from behind.” He licked the back of her neck. “You’ll want me to.” He slid his tongue down her spine, until he reached the curve of her ass. “There’s no denying it. You’ll want me to make you scream.” He kissed her cheeks. “Make your legs shake and your pussy burn.” He spread her ass cheeks and ran his tongue down to her hole. “To come inside you and fuck you until your body can’t take any more.”

“Yes,” she nodded, her head dropping forward and her nipples already beaded tightly from need. “Do it.”

White-hot fire spread through her body as he flicked his tongue in circles over her asshole. Goddamn, she’d never had anyone do that before. It felt strange and fucking awesome at the same time.

He growled, going down between her cheeks and back up to the curve of her ass. He placed a hand on her hip, pushing his cock into her pussy. It was even better to feel him taking her this way. Her pussy contracted around his cock as he slid into her.

“Ah, yes,” he groaned. “So tight.”

She choked on a breath, putting more of her weight on her hands. She angled her hips farther back, pushing into his cock. He started slow but suddenly drove his cock into her ferociously. Hard. Fast.

She clawed at the glass, looking for leverage. He grabbed her arm with his other hand, fucking her deep and rough. With every stroke into her, his cock rubbed a new angle.

“Yesss…,” she mumbled. Her pussy felt on fire. She was so close to orgasm but not close enough. The hand on her waist moved to the front of her right hip, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Thrust after thrust, he claimed her with his cock. Dominating. Owning. Mastering her with every drive.

The hand on her hip and arm heated. The closer she got to finding release, his hands turned warmer on her skin. With another passionate drive, he plunged deep into her, pulsing inside her and finally taking her over the edge.

She dropped her head forward on a scream. Her pussy clamped tightly around his dick. He slowed his thrusts, tensing.

A loud roar sounded from him at her back. He spilled his cum deep in her contracting channel. Her body and brain refused to work. It was a good thing he was easily able to pick her up and carry her back to the bed.

She was taken aback when he pressed something and the wall of glass opened to let in a cooling wind. Her breath was still choppy when he lay beside her, holding her close, letting the cool air from the outdoors wash over them.

She needed to move on. Vikter might be the best man she’d ever met in bed, but emotionally, he was tearing her apart. She wanted badly to be with him but refused to beg. If he didn’t want her, then she wouldn’t mention it again.

He slid his hand over her belly and traced circles over her skin with so much tenderness she wasn’t sure what to think. Tomorrow she’d cut off all ties to the commitment-phobic dragon. Tonight, tonight she’d keep him for herself.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Becca glanced at the marks and didn’t know what to do. He’d marked her. Twice.

“Becca,” Charlotte called from the other side of her door. “Can I come in?”

She threw on a long-sleeved robe and opened the door. “What’s going on?”

Charlotte gave a sad look. “I’m sorry about you and Vikter,” she sighed, her shoulders dropping. “I really thought he’d get his shit together and realize it’s better to have you for a short time than not at all.”

Becca frowned. “Why would I want him for a short time? Am I not worth long-term?”

Charlotte’s eyes widened. “I… No. That’s not it at all. But you…you know, right?”

Becca shook her head. “Know what?”

“About his dragon and the mate thing?” Charlotte sat on Becca’s bed and started wringing her fingers. “He needed to find a mate before it was too late. If he didn’t, his dragon would disconnect from him and soon the dragon would die. And then he would too.”

“What?!” Becca gasped. “I don’t understand.”

“Well, you see, he didn’t find his mate. So that means he’s got very little time left.”

She gaped. “Why is it so important that he find this mate?”

Charlotte made a frustrated face and shoved long curls over her shoulder. “Normally, the mate is the one woman he is destined to be with. Only she gets his mark, and she can save him.”

“Mark?” Becca asked, her heart beating at twice the normal speed.

“Yes.” Charlotte folded her legs on top of the bed. “When a dragon mates, he will instantly mark his mate with the mark of his dragon. I’ve been told it’s different for each family, and it looks like a tattoo.”

“You said instantly?” She frowned. The marks had taken days to show up on Becca’s arm and hip. Like a photo being developed, the outline had showed up at first, then the faint color became brighter and the image clearer. Within a week, she had what looked like two brand-new tattoos of a golden dragon on her arm and hip.

“Yep. Anyway, with Vikter dying, I didn’t think he’d be so hard-headed that he’d turn love away to focus on death.” She inhaled loudly and let it out quickly. “You guys are so perfect for each other. Even I can see it.”

Becca wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand, she was glad she was Vikter’s mate. It meant he wasn’t going to die. He’d mated and marked her, and now that meant he’d live. At least from what she knew that’s what it would mean. On the other hand, she didn’t want to tell him.

He refused to love her, because of his situation. If he couldn’t accept his feelings for her, without knowing she was his dragon’s mate, then what kind of relationship could they hope to have?

* * *

Vikter didn’t know why, but he felt different. His link with the dragon had started to strengthen. Was this what happened at the end? The link helped him think clearer. He wasn’t angry, and his focus shifted to Becca.

His office door burst open, and Razzy marched in with an angry scowl. “How could you, Vik?”

She slapped her hands on her tiny waist and tapped her booted foot.

“What exactly did I do now?”

“You let her go. You let her go, and you love her,” she said. “Why?”

He’d been debating for days how to approach his need for Becca. It had grown every day she was away from him. It wasn’t even the lust driving his thoughts anymore. It was emotions. His heart ached for her, for her touch, her smile. He missed simple things like being near her.

“It wasn’t fair to keep her when I can’t give her the time she needs,” he said. It hurt him to the depths of his soul, but he knew her attaching to him would be worse later on for her.

The anger in Razzy’s eyes was replaced with sorrow. “You’re a good man, Vik. But you’re stupid.”

He didn’t get a chance to reply. She whirled around and headed out. Before she walked away, she stopped at the door. “I’m going on a picnic with Becca by the giant rainbow tree. She doesn’t feel comfortable coming here any longer.”

Her words stabbed him in the gut. The last thing he’d wanted was Becca to feel uncomfortable in the castle. He paced his office, wondering when the thoughts of her would stop consuming him. The answer was clear: never.