Feral Dragon (Earth Dragons Book 5) Page 3

  “It would be safest for you if—”

  “Fuck being safe! I have superior healing abilities.” He shook his head again. “I’m not afraid of you, Feral.”

  “You should be, dragon.”

  “I’m not!” He put his hands on her hips and picked her up. Only just managing to get her off of the ground and nearly pulling several muscles in his back. The Feral was heavy. Stone quickly thought better of that. He put her back down as her full mouth curled into a knowing smile. “See, I told you I—” She groaned, her eyes drifting shut as his thumb found her clit. It was easy since her skirt was badass short, and since she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He zoned in on that tight bundle of nerves, dipping down briefly to coat his finger in her juices before moving back. Her mouth opened slightly, her head falling back a little as her grip on his arms tightened. She made little breathless noises. Stone kept up his assault, his finger slipping and sliding in easy circles that had her moaning again. Her breathing was choppy, her grip becoming painful on his arms.

  “Lie down,” he commanded, wanting to feast on her.

  “No.” She let him go, sounding a little frazzled. “Let’s do this. Take me from behind.” Her voice was laced with need. Her eyes were glassy. The female leaned over the table, yanking up her skirt around her hips. “I’m ready for you.”

  Her ass was tight. Her pussy was flushed a gorgeous dark pink. It glistened with her juices. Definitely ripe for the taking. He knew it wouldn’t take much. A minute or two at the most. She could keep her hands on the table. He’d be safe as houses. They could both get off and walk away unscathed. Then maybe they’d be able to get back to the business at hand. The reason they were there. This strange attraction, this madness could end.

  Stone had never taken the easy road before and he wouldn’t start now. He turned her around to face him. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips were plump. Maybe she was beautiful after all. “Open your legs,” he growled.

  “You like giving orders?” She narrowed her eyes on his.

  “Do it!” he insisted, going down onto his knees.

  Thankfully, she complied. Stone bunched her skirt up with one hand and found her clit with his mouth. Fuck but she tasted good. He used his tongue to lave her, using quick strokes. She moaned and fisted his hair, quickly letting go. Thank claw! Any harder and he would have lost a chunk.

  He was being an idiot by doing this, but he didn’t care. He changed direction, laving her clit in tight circles. Her pants and moans were becoming louder. Not long now. He closed his mouth over her and suckled, really going to town, suckling her clit like his life depended on it.

  She gave a shriek. It was high-pitched and lasted all of a second before she clamped her mouth shut. Unfortunately, she clamped her legs shut around him as well. He heard something crack. Felt pain like a live-wire inside his torso.

  Thank fuck he was a dragon and used to dealing with a significant amount of pain. The males sparred and regularly hurt one another. Broken limbs were not uncommon. He gave her clit one last suck as she was coming down, then stood. He held back a grunt as pain flared back up. Holy fuck, she hadn’t been kidding.

  At least his legs still worked. Great! There was quite a bit of pain on one side of his torso, but he could deal with it. The pain in his cock and balls was much greater. The need to be inside her far more urgent than regrouping and checking for injury. Besides, there was no way he was giving her the satisfaction of seeing him hurt. She had said she would break him and break him she had. Even before his cock came anywhere near her pussy. He’d take it as a compliment though.

  The Feral was breathing heavily. Her eyes at half-mast. She was clutching a chunk of torn off table in one hand. Thank fuck she hadn’t been holding onto him or he might be bleeding out around about now. One of his limbs in her hand. It would have been worth it though and regeneration was a thing. The female had enjoyed his attentions. By the juices running down her inner thighs, she had enjoyed it very much.

  “I want you,” he pushed out.

  She nodded, still breathing heavily. She dropped the chunk of wood, which clattered on the ground.

  Stone clasped her hip and turned her around, yanking his pants down with the other hand. He felt frantic with need.

  The Feral pushed out her ass in a silent invitation. One he took. Stone took her hips and plunged into her, bottoming out on the first thrust. He snarled and she yelled. “So fucking wet,” he ground out as he pulled back. He thrust into her again, and again, and again. Loving the greedy sucking sounds her body made. The table made a creaking noise but held. His eyes squeezed shut on the next thrust. “Holy fuck but you feel good,” he growled.

  Tight.

  Wet.

  Hot.

  By the sounds she was making he could tell she was enjoying it too. The table scraped against the floor every few thrusts. In short, they were noisy. Part of him wondered if maybe they should try to keep quiet. Where were the other delegates? What would they be thinking right then if they were listening in?

  Her pussy tightened around him and Stone found that he no longer cared. Couldn’t remember where they were, or even his own damned name for that matter. The entire delegation could walk in and he wouldn’t stop. His balls were tight. Pulling up high. Almost in his throat. Her hands were flat on the table. Her body too, her ass high in the air. Lovely. There was more tightening around his dick, her velvet channel seemed to hold onto him, pulling him deeper.

  Stone gripped her hips tighter and groaned, trying hard to keep from coming like a teenager. He wanted to. Needed it almost more than he needed his next breath. His balls slapped against her ass as he ground into her. He didn’t have to be careful, or gentle. The Feral could take his cock. All of it. It felt amazing. His legs shook with the need to come. His whole body vibrated with it. She moaned and made strange other species noises that told him she was close. Not close enough! Not nearly!

  Stone shoved his hand between her and the table. She was leaning down, her chest almost flush against the wood. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth open. He strummed on her clit like a man possessed, continuing his assault on her pussy, using deep, hard thrusts.

  Her body visibly tightened as her pussy pulsed and fluttered around him. She made an ear-piercing screeching noise as her back bowed. Then it happened.

  Stone sucked in a deep breath, the air seizing in his lungs. His eyes widened. Sweat beaded on his brow. His mouth sagged open. He’d never felt anything like it. He doubted he ever would ever again.

  Her pussy…it…it— He roared as his balls emptied in one quick, shocking ejaculation that took his breath away all over again. It was like he was being punched in the gut but instead of pain, sheer pleasure hit him. The inside of her channel had closed even tighter around him where his tip was inside her. The deepest section. Fuck! Fuck! He groaned deep; it felt like a few scales might have popped out on his chest. He struggled to breathe as more seed was pulled from him. Like he was being milked. Her pussy seemed to be suctioning the end of his dick. Like he was fucking and getting head at the same time. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. He finally pulled in a breath and then roared all over again. Long, hard and deep. His body jerked, practically convulsing from the sheer pleasure that still rolled through him. Eventually, the sensations ebbed. He slowed his movements, finally collapsing over her. He felt spent. Like every limb had been stripped of energy.

  The Feral was panting. She giggled. It was a melodic sound. Strange coming from one so fierce and strong. He finally managed to lift his head. “What?” he croaked.

  “We might be in trouble.” She giggled again; her back vibrated against his chest.

  Stone cussed. He hadn’t even noticed the table collapsing. How the hell hadn’t he noticed such a thing? They were on the wooden surface, on the floor. The stack of papers that had been on the far side of the table were scattered on the floor. The table legs were a shattered, splintered mess.

  The rutting had been that good, that’s how
he hadn’t noticed. Even now, her pussy still suctioned him. He wondered if there would be a popping sound if he withdrew. Something told him not to try just yet. It might hurt. Besides, Stone enjoyed being inside her. They still had ‒ he glanced at the clock ‒ almost half an hour. Maybe they should get to know each other some more.

  Stone chuckled. “I guess everyone will know what we’ve been up to.” He noticed how her smile lit up her whole face. She was definitely far more attractive than he had first given her credit for.

  “You made enough noi—” the Feral began.

  The door to the conference room opened and the vampire female walked in. Her eyes widened and she burst out laughing as she caught sight of them.

  Stone crouched over the Feral, his chest to her back. On his knees. His cock was still deep inside the female, his hand wrapped around her middle. He didn’t make a move to pull out.

  One of the wolf shifters was next in; her eyes widened as they landed on them. She broke out into peals of laughter. Topaz poked her head around the jamb. She scrunched her eyes shut and made a noise of exasperation. “Really?” Topaz put a hand over her face, mostly covering her eyes.

  Then the vampire Gazelle walked in. Her eyes widened and she shrieked before quickly exiting the room.

  The Feral didn’t move an inch either. She had pulled herself up onto her elbows. She held the gazes of the females at the door, not looking in the least perturbed. She didn’t try to cover up, or to explain.

  Topaz rolled her eyes and left with a sigh. The other two followed, more slowly.

  “They said to get to know each other!” Stone shouted after their retreating backs. The door clinked shut.

  He eased out of her, grunting as he did so. “Holy fuck!” he muttered to himself. “We probably should have used a condom.” More loudly this time. “I can’t believe I forgot. Then again,” he gave his head a shake, “you are infertile, aren’t you?”

  She turned over, her eyes narrowing into his. “I have heard of these coverings. They are made from a stretchy substance called…” She lifted her eyes. “I can’t remember…”

  “Rubber. They’re made from rubber.”

  She nodded once. “That’s it. They are made for humans.” She shrugged. “They more than likely won’t work anyway.”

  “They may be made for humans, but they do work…mostly. It is very rare that there is a mishap.” He sniffed the air. “You don’t scent like you’re going into heat or anything.” He didn’t want to be rude, or push her. He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable bringing something up that was most likely a sore point for her, but he had to know. It was important. “You are…infertile…I mean, surely you wouldn’t be here otherwise?” He felt himself frown. Felt the frown deepen with each passing second. How the fuck had this happened? How had he gotten so carried away?

  “So, I was right?” She narrowed her eyes, her jaw tightening. “You are able to have young. Why are you here, dragon?” Immediately on the defense. Before he could say anything, she went on. The Feral nodded once. “To answer your question, I am at an infertility conference after all.”

  “Yes, you are.” He pulled up his pants, noting that she made no attempt to cover herself.

  “I’m Stone,” he held out his hand, “by the way.”

  She sat up, finally pulling her skirt down, ignoring his gesture flat. It didn’t look like she was going to reciprocate by telling him her name.

  Stone lowered his hand. “I know your colleague said your name earlier, but…I’m sorry, I can’t remember what it is.”

  “Just because you mounted me does not mean that we are friends now.” She shook her head. “Nothing has changed. I still want you gone.” She shrugged matter-of-factly.

  “Unfortunately, you’re stuck with me,” he replied. “We’re partners.”

  “You can call me Feral. I will keep calling you dragon.” She stood up. “I really wish you would reconsider leaving. You have no right to be here.”

  “You’re wrong, Feral.” He stood up as well, trying hard not to wince, or to show any outward signs of discomfort. He would wager that at least two of his ribs were cracked. “We will have to agree to disagree on that one.”

  Her jaw tensed and her gorgeous eyes narrowed in irritation. “I am glad you survived the mounting. That you were able to bring me to completion. You are stronger than I thought.” She pushed out what sounded like a bored sigh. Surely not! Their coming together had been anything but boring. “But that won’t be happening again.”

  “Yet again, we’re going to have to agree to disagree.”

  “It won’t!” She shook her head. “You can forget it.”

  “It will and you can bet on it.”

  “Look, we needed to get that out of the way. It happened and now it’s done. The itch has been lanced.”

  Stone bit down on his lip to keep from laughing. “Don’t you mean scratched?”

  She frowned. “What?”

  “The itch has been scratched. That’s the right way of saying it.”

  She shrugged, deadpan. “Whatever! Scratched, lanced…same thing. It’s done. It’s out of the way. Now you should leave, so that the females can get down to work.”

  “Not happening…and I look forward to more itch-scratching.”

  The Feral shook her head and made a sound of frustration as she began picking up the scattered papers. Storm followed suit. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. What an unexpected turn of events.

  Chapter 5

  “I can’t believe you.” Topaz shook her head. She looked pissed off. Her eyes blazed.

  “It’s not a big deal.” Stone shrugged.

  “You broke the table. Everyone knows you rutted that Feral. Helga and Lexi saw the two of you…you were still…you…” She made a face. “It can’t be unseen.” She rubbed her eyes like she was trying to do just that.

  “It wasn’t such a big deal,” Stone tried again. “We were told to get to know each other better.”

  Topaz gave him a dirty look. “Don’t even go there.” She widened her eyes. “I have never heard a male make so much noise…ever. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She really did a number on you. Are you sure it’s just your ribs she broke?” She glanced at where he was clutching his chest.

  The Feral had done a number on him alright. Only, it hadn’t hurt. Not in the least. Maybe just then in the aftermath ‒ just a little ‒ but it had all been worth it. He couldn’t wait to do it again. As far as he was concerned, she could break more bones, even tear off a limb…as long as it was that particular appendage.

  More.

  He wanted more.

  “Get that grin off your face.” Topaz punched him on the arm. “This is serious. I thought you of all people would take this conference seriously. The first thing you do is rut the person you’ve been paired with.”

  Her words had him sobering in an instant. “I do take it seriously. Very seriously. There was no way that Feral wanted anything to do with me.” She still didn’t. “I was trying to turn that around so that we could work together and make progress.” It was mostly true. At least, that’s how it had started out. He hadn’t meant to take it that far. It just happened. Arguing one second and fucking the next. It was addictive.

  “You tried to get her onto your side using your cock. How did that work out for you?” She folded her arms.

  “Not all that well,” he admitted. “She hates me even more now.”

  Topaz snorted. “She doesn’t hate you. That didn’t look like a female who hates you. Her name is Cordia, by the way.”

  He smiled and nodded vigorously. “Oh yes!” He cleared his throat feeling like an asshole. “Thanks.”

  “If you want to get on her good side, best you remember her name and best you get serious about this conference.” She pointed at him, wagging her finger. Deservedly of course.

  “I am serious! Fuck!” He grit his teeth for a moment. “How could I not be?” Stone swallowed thickly. �
�After everything…after…” He looked down at the floor, clenching his jaw.

  Topaz put an arm around him. “I know you are. You just have to show that you are.”

  He nodded. “You’re right.”

  “No more messing with the Feral.” She widened her eyes.

  “I kind of liked messing with her, but I won’t do it during conference hours. I won’t break any more tables either.”

  “You need to stay away from her, Stone. They are too different. The kings will have your balls if they find out what happened today.”

  “The kings said to use this as an opportunity to improve interspecies relationships. That’s what I did. I plan on working really hard on improving our relationship with the Ferals. Starting with a certain Feral named Cordia.”

  Topaz laughed. “You are full of it. That’s not what they meant, and you know it.”

  He smiled. “I swear, I take this seriously and I will make it my aim to prove it with nothing but exemplary behavior. What I do outside of working hours is my business.” He raised his brows.

  Topaz nodded. “Okay then.” She shrugged. “I guess I can’t disagree with that.”

  The vampire smiled, exposing long, ivory fangs. They were sharp looking. It was weird Gazelle didn’t have them. Cordia was sure that when she’d seen this female earlier that morning when they’d first arrived here, her teeth had looked normal as well. Yet there they were, gleaming and sharp. Just as sharp as the female’s smile, which she kept on flashing at him…the blasted dragon.

  The male sat there, leaning back in his chair like he didn’t have a care in the world.

  Eyes forward!

  Cordia didn’t want him to think she was interested in him. Just because she’d let him mount her one measly time. Problem was, she wanted to look at him so badly. To keep tabs, of course. To make sure he was paying attention.

  The dragon hadn’t broken like she thought he would. He wasn’t puny or inept. He’d been good. Better than just plain good. Her body still vibrated. Endorphins still flooded her system. They didn’t make her feel good though. They made her want more. Made her feel edgy and needy. She’d forgotten how much she craved physical contact. It was normal for her to feel this way.