Dead Sexy Dragon(16)

Cora shook her head. She guardedly crossed the distance between them. Her scent and heat filtered through him in waves. The memory of her taste blossomed on his tongue, the potent mix of salty and sweet filling him with the need to lick that delicious pussy again, only for real this time. He wanted to hear his name spill from her lips as he sucked and lapped her into climax after climax.

Stig’s cock hardened and he shifted with embarrassment. What would she think of him? One look at his penis in its current state and she’d run screaming from the room, probably calling him a pervert.

“May I touch you?” Before he could say no, Cora brushed her fingertips over his scaled chest. His breath seized in his throat. He watched her carefully, waiting for any sign of repulsion on her face but there was only curiosity and awe. “You feel like leather and metal and— Oh! Look!”

Stig glanced down to where her fingers rested against his scales. Quite unexpectedly, the greenish black hue of his dragon hide slowly transformed to a reddish orange color. The texture seemed to change too.

“It’s smooth like normal skin.” Cora petted him. “I wonder….” She placed a second hand on his chest and the same thing happened. Her surprised gaze moved to his face. “Does this always happen?”

“No.” Stig’s voice had changed too. No longer was it garbled by the forced transformation of his throat and vocal cords. As he tried to process what was happening, a tremor of pain rolled along his back. Snapping and crunching ensued as his dragon characteristics, the snout and curved spine, talons and more, melted away as they normally did at sunrise.

When it was all done, Stig stood in his human body with the bizarre orange and red mottled skin. His black wings remained folded against his back. His head spun. What had Cora done? How had she done it? Could it be that they were bound?

“Did…did I do this?” Cora kept her hands firmly planted on his chest, seemingly afraid she’d hurt him if she took them away.

He nodded, still in shock from the transformation to this new form. “How do I look?”

“You’re you, the human you, but with an orange tint and yellow eyes. Oh and wings.” She lifted a hand and started to touch them but stopped. She turned questioning eyes toward him. “May I?”

Stig flexed his shoulders. His wings exploded in a burst of black with brilliant orange streaks. That was also new. They used to be acid green and black.

“Wow,” Cora breathed in wonder. “They’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

With one hand firmly on his chest, she stroked the reptilian membranes stretched between the bony supports. Her head moved from side to side in absolute fascination. “This is wild.”

Stig couldn’t hold back the laugh her remark elicited. It came out on a wave of relief. All this time he’d feared her reaction, feared she’d run away from him in horror, when in reality she was fascinated and accepting of him. Perhaps all along she’d been destined to be his.

“So you’re what? A dragon?” She sought confirmation for her deduction.

Stig nodded. “Yes.”

“And you’re immortal.”

“Yes.”

“How did you hide this while you were in the military?”

“I only experience this uncontrollable and forced transformation when I’m in heat. The rest of the time I’m in complete control of my beast. I can shift fully into dragon form or I can tap into his—our—power whenever I need it in human form.”

Her fingers traced the orange in his wings. “What kind of powers?”

“As a dragon, I can fly and breathe fire. In my human form, I can use my night vision, enhanced hearing, and healing capabilities.”

“Fire?” She seemed impressed.

“My breed is known for fire breathing.”

“There are other breeds?”

He nodded. “Among the Brothers, we have fire breathers, thunder clappers, and lightning strikers. Some of them fly at supersonic speeds or spit acid. We’re all different colors in our dragon form. I’m a Norwegian Greenback but there are Welsh Reds who have brilliant crimson scales and there are Orange Gauls, to name a few. ”

Her forehead creased with confusion. “Brothers?”

“The Brotherhood of the Green Hide,” he clarified. “We’re an elite group of dragons who protect various allied tribes against the Knights.”

“Knights?”

“The Knights of St. George. The slayers of our kind. It’s an old blood feud.” He sensed she was having a hard time taking it all in and smiled down at her. “I can explain all of this tomorrow in more detail.”