Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
She’d been practicing holding in her fire and not changing forms, but sometimes it happened unintentionally mid-orgasm. Boom. Dragon. Then she spewed fire.
At least this way, Dash had a chance to escape, leaving her crammed inside the enclosure.
“Never go full dragon,” Dash commanded, repeating his teachings. “Not unless there’s a reason. You’ll only draw attention.” He continued pumping like the sex master he was.
“I won’t,” she panted. “Not this time. Just keep going.” Unfortunately, the penguin enclosure hadn’t been cold enough. The industrial freezer she’d purchased neither. Dash had been right when he’d said she needed training. So, after months of practice, here they were. Her final test. Full coital completion. Could she reach climax without killing him?
“Just remember what I taught you,” he panted. “Stay focused.”
“Okay. Okay.” She panted back, the internal heat spreading from her nether region to her chest. “It feels too good.” Dash didn’t disappoint when it came to girth. Or length. Or anything else. Turned out that vanity demons had evolved as big, strong, sexy packages in order to survive. She wasn’t complaining.
Especially because his favorite food was her love, and there was no end to all the ways she could admire him.
Well, except for this. She could really use an orgasm that didn’t come from her vibrator.
Suddenly, she began losing control, the erotic pleasure of being with him too much. “Oh no. It’s happening.”
He slapped her ass. “You will hold your fire, woman. Do you hear me? You will take what I’m giving you and nothing else. No flames for you!”
“No flames. No flames. No…” The orgasm ripped through her, pulling her nipples tight and her skin tighter. Her body locked down, drowning in big, messy waves of ecstasy.
He reached around through the bars and pressed his fingers to her throbbing bud.
“Yes. Oh gods, yes!” She mewled while his hot fingers stroked every delicious contraction.
Deep inside, he froze, pushing his weight into her. She tilted her ass toward him, inviting him to take more. His member twitched and throbbed, expelling cum as her own orgasm melted away, bringing her back to earth.
After a few moments, he pulled out.
She turned around and gripped the bars, trying to catch her breath. Dash stood there, covered in a sheen of sweat on his golden skin. The expression on his face said it all. He was happy, full, and just as much in love as she was.
“Dash?”
“Yes.”
“Does your kind marry?” she asked. “Not that I’m greedy or anything like that, because I’m incredibly happy. I’m only wondering about your traditions.”
He opened the cage door, and she stepped out, their eyes locked.
He gently pushed her damp hair from her forehead. “We are more than married. We are mates.” He kissed her lips. “You did well tonight, by the way.”
He’d completely sidestepped the question, which worried her. Dash was always direct.
“Oh no. What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Can’t we enjoy being together? Here. Now. Me stripping and making tons of money for you and the sanctuary?”
It had been a huge relief not worrying about money. Even if he always came home to her for dessert, she still struggled with other women fawning over him, though it wasn’t nearly as bad now that Heebie wasn’t around, pumping pheromones in the air. Dash still made a killing each night with his perfect vanity-demon bod. Sold-out shows. Also, it was pretty impossible to feed a demon that strong on her own. He required a lot of admiration.
“Just tell me. What’s up with the marriage situation?” she asked.
He looked into her eyes, beaming with affection. “Before, when the portals were closed, it wouldn’t have been an issue. But now that they are? You would have to relinquish all ties to your dragonhood and never transform again. You would have to declare your fealty to the demon king. If you didn’t, and they found out we’re married, they’d come after me. And you.”
“Dash?”
“I’m sorry, Jac, but I do not make the rules.”
She gave it some thought. “They’re stupid rules. And I’ll take you any way I can have you.” She never thought she’d see him again, so how could she feel any other way? “I love you, Dash.”
“I love you, too, Jac. More than you know.”
She loved hearing that. She loved knowing they were going to live long, long happy lives together, taking their time to learn about each other.
“Just out of curiosity,” she said, “who does make the rules?” So much to learn about his world!
“The demon king. And you never want to get on his radar. Just ask Damien Greystone.”
“Sounds like an interesting story,” she said.
“Another time.” He kissed her hard. “Because you and I have a fundraiser to get to.”
They did. And with Dash by her side, Jac knew this would be a record year for donations. Women could not resist adorning him with gifts and money. Luckily, there was only one woman he gave his attention to.