Plugging It In(21)

He came.

At the thought of his cock slamming into her sex, Tyson came hard. Ropes of thick seed erupted from his dick, arcing through the air to splash the pristine white sand.

His release poured through him like liquid energy, and as it left him in powerful jets, the fantasy it was her causing this pleasure overwhelmed him. Overwhelmed the shift and, with one final cry, with one final shudder, he collapsed completely. Naked and covered in sweat and come and sand.

But human. Thank fucking Christ, still human. At least on the outside.

But for how much longer?

He stared out at the calm, cerulean Pacific and saw his Fire Mate running past him. Her flaming ponytail flipping behind her, her sublime body moving for him, only for him, and the dragon he truly was deep in his soul growled with rising, insatiable need.

He had to find her.

Now. If not sooner.

* * * *

Sera stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her torso. Well, that was a big freaking waste of time and water. Fifteen minutes fucking herself with her own fingers in a desperate attempt to get the memory of her psychotic kisser out of her mind, and who did she see when she finally closed her eyes and came? In hunky, sexy, smoldering vividness?

Him. Her stranger. It was like he was in the shower with her. If she didn't know any better, she'd swear she could smell him, a spicy smokiness on her every panted, gasping breath. If she didn't know better, she would have laid money she'd heard him roar with mutual release when she came.

Of course, what he sounded like when he climaxed was something she totally knew. Not. So what the hell was the whole point of her shower? She was still horny, still thinking of her stranger and now, it seemed, she was insane. 

She shoved the corner of her towel under her armpit in ferocious frustration and stormed across her bathroom. "Brilliant. Freaking brilliant. I'm a skanky ho losing her mind. Just what Mum always wanted me to be."

At the thought of her mother, dead now for close to fifteen years, she pulled a face. Yeah, her mum had been all about maternal guidance and high hopes for her precious little one. As long as the high hopes and maternal guidance didn't interfere with Mum's daily poker-machine playing, her nightly bed hopping with whoever offered to pay her rent and her hourly drinking.

Perhaps Sera really was a chip off the old block, in the end. She did, after all, gladly and willingly play tonsil hockey with a complete stranger today.

"Stop it, Sera." She shook her head, willing the thought of her less-than-perfect childhood away. The damp kiss of her hair on her shoulder blades sent a shiver rippling through her, a delightful sensation that made her nipples pinch hard beneath the towel. So what if she'd kissed a guy? It wasn't like she was now married to him. It didn't mean she was going to screw him senseless if she ever saw him again. And seriously, what were the odds of that happening? Sydney was a massive place. A person could be lonely in a crowd here.

And you're not lonely at all, are you, Sera?

"Damn, woman." She rolled her eyes. "What is it with you and the melodramatics today?"

Sera hurried from the bathroom into her bedroom. She wasn't lonely. The fact she didn't really connect with anyone made little difference. She had her cousin. Sure, he was a bit of an oddball, but at least he didn't give her a hard time about always feeling cold no matter how hot the day, or teasing her for wanting to constantly be in the sun. At least he didn't call her "lizard" like her work colleagues did.

She liked her life the way it was, thank you very much. She was doing exactly what she wanted to do-looking after reptiles. One big reptile, in fact. Despite what her fellow animal keepers called her behind her back, how many people in the world could say they cared for a Komodo dragon?

And how many could say they'd been kissed senseless by a stranger in the street? A tall, dreamy, gorgeous stranger who didn't faze her cousin's dog and scared the crap out of a cop? A mysterious man who would bring her to climax after climax after climax if given the-

"Oh, for Pete's sake." The exasperated groan fell in the silence of her room and she dropped onto the edge of her bed. "Now you're freaking hornier than you already were."

This was ridiculous. She wasn't normally like this. What was going on? Anyone would think the guy had worked some freaky voodoo magic mojo on her to make her so obsessed.

Letting out a sigh, she slumped back on the bed. Her pussy throbbed with the fading echo of her recent orgasm. Her clit still felt tender. Swollen. What she really wanted now, right now, was her stranger between her thighs, sucking on it, licking it. Nibbling on it with not-so-gentle bites before lapping at her-

Sera's belly flipped-flopped and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth. She truly was a skanky ho, it seemed. An insane, skanky ho with an obsession for a guy she didn't even know.

"Again, I say brilliant. Freaking brilliant."

She lay motionless for a long while, refusing to touch herself no matter how much her body demanded she do so. Her body was a slut. As it had proven today. Once she got herself under control, she'd pull on some clothes and head over to work. It was almost dark. She didn't normally take the long cross-city commute to the zoo come nightfall and the zoo's sole Komodo dragon, a cantankerous reptile by the wholly silly name of Puff, certainly wasn't expecting her. But she felt the need to go see him anyway. See him and take comfort in his ancient presence.



       
         
       
        

Okay, now you really do sound insane, Sera. You need to-

Her doorbell rang.

She snapped upright, bending her body into an abrupt right angle. The towel dug into her armpits and she let out a little yelp, and another-the latter from ridiculous nerves when the doorbell rang again.

So are you going to go answer it?

It rang again. And a fist pounded on the door. An insistent fist.

Sera pushed herself to her feet and ran for the door. It made no sense, of course, especially when wrapped only in a damp towel, but she had to answer the door. She had to. A warm tension in the pit of her belly demanded it. Told her to run to the door, fling it open and throw herself into the arms of the man every fiber in her being, every molecule in her body, told her was standing on the other side. Throw herself into his arms, wrap her leg around his hip and kiss him until-

She stopped herself from yanking open the door half a heartbeat after her fingers wrapped around the knob. What the hell was she doing?

Pulse pounding, mouth dry, pussy aching, she looked down at herself.

The towel had fallen from her body somewhere between her bedroom and the front door. Her breasts were swollen and heaving, her nipples hard and puckered. Her belly was doing some bizarre, hitching dance, as if it knew what was about to happen and couldn't wait.

She sucked in a sharp breath, dismayed and, quite frankly, more than a touch worried, and let out a soft groan. The air smelled of her pleasure. She was so ripe, so ready to be fucked she could smell her own need.

And even with that horrifying realization, even at the sight of her naked body, at the feel of her juices on the tops of her inner thighs, she was still about to pull the door open. Because on the other side was her stranger, her psychotic kisser. She was sure of it. Completely sure. And she so wanted to be kissed by him again. Kissed and fucked and claimed.

Holy moly, woman, what is wrong with you?

She jerked her hand from the doorknob as if it was a snake. An angry snake. Took a step back from the door.

Stared at it.

Heard her blood roaring in her ears, like the hungry call of a creature from her dreams.

The doorbell rang again and she gasped.

"I can hear your want," a man called from the other side of the door, his deep voice muffled by two inches of steel-cored wood. "Just as powerfully as I can smell it."

Sera gasped again. She scurried back, stare locked on the closed door. He was here. Holy fuck, how could he be here?

Doesn't matter. Open the door and let him in.

She shook her head. "Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin," she whispered.

"I'm not a wolf," he called from the other side.

Sera didn't just yelp this time, she squealed. She stumbled back several more steps, mouth open, ready to tell whoever her stranger was to go the fuck away, when her heel came down on the towel so conveniently on the floor behind her. Soft Egyptian cotton slid over polished wood, and before she could save herself, the world slipped under her and she landed on her arse. With a thud. And another yelp. 

"Fuck, that hurt!"

The door slammed open before the exclamation could finish bursting past her lips, the sound of splintering wood drowning out her cry a second before her mysterious stranger stormed into the house and scooped her from the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Her question squeaked from her. There wasn't really any other way to describe the way the words came out of her mouth. She squeaked them, like a trapped mouse. Except no mouse had ever been held naked against a chest so broad and hard, by arms so strong and perfect. Oh God, were they strong. And perfect.

Reality hit her.

"Put me down!"

She thrashed in his arms, far too turned-on for her sanity. She writhed and bucked until, with another shout, she tumbled from his strong, perfect arms to her feet. God, she was all about making stupid noises today, wasn't she?