Charlotte breathed in through her nose, and out through her mouth. Thrilled with the decision to give in to her baser desires, her dragon gave a triumphant roar, and Charlotte was barely able to contain it. She would take this man and everything his lustful eyes promised and soothe the ache she couldn’t quench alone.
She ignored the writhing bodies bumping against her as she made her way to the middle of the dance floor. If you could call rough, and sticky floor planks with no tables set upon them in front of the stage a dance floor. For a moment, everything disappeared. The upbeat song, the sweaty human bodies bouncing all around her, they all vanished.
A promise of pleasure beyond imagining was hers for the taking. But there was more. Something primal. Something she didn’t dare hope. There were no happily ever afters for she-dragons anymore. She belonged to a monster of a clan leader, one of her brother’s choosing, not to the sculpted Adonis claiming her with nothing more than his gaze. The sooner she remembered that, the better off she’d be. It wasn’t like she could settle here in Glen Farley, or anywhere else for that matter.
A new song, slow, and sultry began to play, one where if she were so inclined, she could grind up against the hunk eye fucking her. His chest rose and fell with his quickened breaths, making her nipples tighten into hard, aching nubs beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. None of the patrons of the scuzzy dive they were in would care. In fact, some might even enjoy the show.
She tilted her head down and looked up at him, not daring to say a word as he looked his fill. When he reached out with one hand, she took it. The instant his skin touched hers, the energy strumming through her sizzled with heat, heading straight for her clit. So potent. So delicious.
Charlotte stepped closer, eliminating the distance between them, standing on tiptoes to be able to reach his ear. “Dance with me,” she whispered before she flicked her tongue across his earlobe.
His moan wrapped itself around her just as his arms did. There was no mistaking the charged lust coming from the man. Every inch of him was hard, and hot. She rested her palm on his chest, not to push him away, but to give her some sense of control over the sensual heat curling around her. Blood rushed through her veins, making every part of her come to life. Dancing was a mistake. She should have known better. It made her need skyrocket and pulse through her like a living being intent on her destruction. They needed to get out of there. Away from the crowd. Somewhere where they could be alone, otherwise, the drunks really would get more of a show than she intended.
He started a slow grind against her. The hard press of his cock against her belly had her moaning, and her legs grew weak. He moved her around the dance floor, keeping her entranced with his eyes locked on hers. His eyes shone as only a dragon’s could, cold as ice, yet scorching her. A sweet, smoky scent surrounded her, not that of the cigarettes clouding the air in the bar, but one uniquely his. It made her want to lick his skin to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.
And why shouldn't she? She brought her nose close to his neck and gave a long lick up to his jaw. Yeah, they had to leave. Fast. Charlotte tried to pull away, but his arms were like vises holding her in place.
“Not so fast. I’ve just found you, let’s get to know one another,” he suggested with enough command in his voice to make her tremble. The deep timbre sent little shock waves through her, igniting her further.
“I don’t want to get away,” she gasped, “I want to get naked. With you.” She didn’t bother trying to mask her desire. There was no point.
His arms tightened around her for a second, and the soft rumble of his dragon made her already tight nipples harden more. They had to get out of there before she lost all control and started ripping his clothes off him. She was that far gone.
“Hang on,” he said, before lifting her up against him. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Hell yeah, she could do that. He cupped her ass with two large hands, the heat emanating from his palms tearing a needy whimper from her as he held her weight until she had her legs wrapped around him. She locked her ankles at the base of his spine, and her dragon purred her approval. Before he could take a step toward the door, she was devouring his mouth.
The sounds of catcalls and wolf whistles sounded in the background, but none of that mattered. The noise of the drunks, the stench of the bar and human sweat, everything but the man carrying her somewhere—anywhere—that wasn’t the bar, disappeared. When she finally pulled her lips from his, he gave a little growl, sending delicious shivers rushing down her spine. Oh yes, sex with another dragon was going to be fun. She wouldn’t have to worry about things getting too rough. Something told her that this man, whoever he was, could take everything she had to give.