Big City Uptown Dragon (2 page)

Ember mumbled something unintelligible and hugged her little dog closer to her body.

“I only require one assistant.” He held his office door open.

Hailey swept by him, breathing in his smoke and man scent. As she passed, she trailed her fingers along his stomach and smiled as he shuddered.

“Ember and I are a package deal.” After years of temping in the paranormal world, they knew there was safety in numbers. “If you want to hire one of us, you have to also hire the other.” She turned, surveying the large space, the walls painted a dark burgundy, the furniture gilded. It was a cave befitting a dragon. “I like it.” Hailey beamed.

“I’m glad you approve.” His lips twisted. “I do try.”

“I’m sure you do.” She paced the perimeter, exchanging an amused look with her friend. “And where is
your
office?” Hailey schooled her expression to one of complete innocence.

“This is my office.” Smoke literally streamed out of his ears. “Your desk is positioned outside.” Hailey curled her bottom lip. “But as my assistant… ahhh… assistants, you will be spending most of your time in here with me.”

“Hmmm…” She suspected she’d spent most of her time spread out naked on his big desk. She slowly unbuttoned her blazer, her pussy moistening and her body trembling with anticipation. “I assume there’s an employee discount on the jewelry.” Hailey drifted her fingertips over the desk and picked up a gold letter opener.

“There are other people wanting this position.” There was a threatening edge to Oro’s voice.

He was nearing his breaking point. Hailey watched him approach her, excited and stimulated by his passion. And she’d push him right over the edge.

“There
are
other positions.” She stroked the letter opener up and down, up and down, mimicking the slide of her palm over a hard cock. “I hear The Lair’s hiring.” She named his rival’s sex club.

Flames danced in Oro’s golden eyes. “They won’t be hiring you.” He placed his hands on the edge of the desk, trapping her body between them.

“Or Ember?” she reminded him of her friend’s presence.

“Ember, I need coffee -- black, strong, and very hot.” He didn’t turn his head, holding Hailey’s gaze. Smoke curled around his nostrils.

“Hailey?” Ember raised her eyebrows, asking permission to abandon her to her deliciously sexy fate.

“I’m in the mood for something hot and golden.” Hailey tapped the tip of the letter opener against her lips, heating the cool metal with her breath and drawing Oro’s gaze to her mouth. “I’d like a caramel mocha from that place we visited last night.”

The trendy little coffee shop was situated near Greenwich Village, and it was always very busy, ensuring her that Ember wouldn’t be back to the office for well over an hour.

They’d have time for multiple rounds of desk-burning sex. Hailey sucked on the letter opener, tasting gold and paper and him.

“Very well.” Ember sighed. “Hopefully we’ll still have a job when I return,” she grumbled, closing the door behind her.

“What does that mean?” Oro settled his big hands on Hailey’s hips and lifted her easily onto the desk.

Hailey’s face heated. “I like it rough.” She slid the sharpened letter opener down her neck, between her breasts, slicing buttons off her blouse. “And not all my lovers can handle me.” Fear of hurting the men she lusted after had resulted in a long, dry sexual spell.

“None of your other lovers were dragons.” Oro spread her legs and leaned into her, pressing the letter opener between them. Scales cascaded over her skin, protecting her tender flesh. “I can handle you, mate.”

“The title is assistant, and I’d like to see you try.” She lifted her chin and parted her lips, issuing a challenge she knew no male could resist.

Chapter Two

Oro surged toward Hailey, wedging his hips between her thighs and covering her full, plush lips with his. She opened for him, her mouth hot, hotter than any human female’s, and he basked in their joining, relishing the slide of his tongue against hers, savoring the burnt taste of her mouth.

He captured her beautiful face between his palms, stroking his fingers along high cheekbones dotted with golden freckles. Emerald green scales shimmered under her ivory skin, and curls, colored with both fire and gold, caressed his knuckles.

She was perfect, she was dragon, and she was his.

He’d lost one prospective mate to Frey, his big, brutish Bronx rival. That female had meant little to him. There was no instant connection with Perla as he had immediately formed with Hailey. He pressed his pants-covered cock against the wet silk of Hailey’s panties, her arousal ratcheting his higher. He wouldn’t lose her.

Oro rubbed his tongue over the roof of her mouth and she moaned -- a stimulating sound that pulled at his soul. She tilted her head back and thrust her breasts into his chest, her softness flattening against his hard muscle. He clutched her to him, kneading her muscles with his big hands, trying to reach skin, to reach her.

Too many clothes
.

He extended his talons and raked them across her back, shredding both her snug-fitting blazer and the silk blouse underneath it. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and tore at his cotton shirt, her ferocity exciting him.

Dragon. Mine
.

He snapped her bra in two and tugged at fabric, stripping away layers of garments, revealing pale skin, generous curves, and breasts tipped with delicate pink nipples.

“Hailey,” he rumbled, dipping his head. Oro licked along the ivory column of her slender neck and nibbled on her collarbone. Needing to taste her, be closer to her, he bent her body farther and farther over the desk until she lay flat on her back, looking up at him with her startling green eyes.

Oro retracted his talons and rubbed along her flat stomach, nudging the letter opener with his fingertips, the metal warmed by their bodies. He curved his fingers around the handle and dragged the blade over her torso and between her breasts.

“Hmmm… gold.” She writhed beneath him, rubbing her lithe form against the precious metal.

“I’ll cover you with gold,” Oro promised, willing to give his mate the world if she wanted it. He blew flames over her dainty emerald scales, melting the letter opener into a puddle of liquid gold.

“Yes.” She arched, the musky scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.

“Yes.” He breathed his fire upon her, pushing the stream of gold over her curves, and she undulated, her nipples tightening to mouthwatering peaks, her talons leaving a stimulating trail of red across his chest.

“Beautiful.” Oro lowered his body upon hers, sharing her burn, large golden scales coating his body. “So hot.” He groaned, his cock as hard as a diamond, his balls aching.

He kissed her, needing the heat of her mouth, as he tugged up her knee-length skirt, exploring the softness of her thighs with his fingers. As their tongues entwined, he cupped her silk-covered mons and rubbed against her wetness. She was boiling hot, her body radiating heat, and he had been so cold for so long.

No other female touched him like she did. No other female could. She was a dragon and his mate, perfectly designed for him.

Oro slipped his fingers into her panties, and he rumbled into her mouth, aroused by her lack of hair, her bare body primed for his flames and his gold. Needing to experience her warmth, he tore the flimsy ribbons holding the fine silk in place, lifted his body higher and breathed between them, his fire directing the rivulets of melted metal downward.

“Yes, cover me, Oro.” Her voice rose to a female dragon’s arousing shriek, and she ripped at his dress pants, crisscrossing his ass with stinging scratches. “Fill me with your fire.”

He spread her thighs wider and dipped his fingertips into her pussy, her juices bubbling around his hand. Hailey lifted her hips, pushing him deeper inside her, animal noises coming from low in her throat, her form covered with scales and her talons extended. She clasped him tightly, digging into his tough dragon hide and reaching his flesh, the pain heightening his pleasure.

Oro pumped into her with first one finger, then two, then three, gazing down at her in wonder as she moved with him, panting, her mouth open, her breasts heaving. She was a creature of pure passion, and he had never seen anything so magnificent in all his centuries of living.

He had to be inside her. Oro yanked the remaining fabric away from his body, freeing his cock, and she reached for him, stroking him with the razor-sharp tips of her talons, teasing his rim and poking into the slit, drawing his fire.

“No.” He moved her hands to his ass, his restraint battered and bruised. More of her touching, and he’d spill his seed all over her belly.

She growled and pierced the scales on his ass, the scent of his blood mixing with the aroma of her womanly musk and the smoke of his fire. He prodded her entrance with his cockhead, teasing himself with her heat, before pushing into her.

God
. She was tight and hot and wet, her body made for his. His eyes rolled back in his head as he slid into her, her inner walls clasping his shaft, squeezing his cockhead. She shrieked, squirming frantically, trying to escape him, but he wouldn’t tolerate any retreat, pushing and pushing and pushing, sinking into her up to his base, his balls pinched between their bodies.

Oro stilled, breathing hard, struggling to regain his control and allowing her to adjust to him, her mate. Their hearts beat in time, her breasts brushing against his chest, her scales sliding on his, small and green against his large and golden.

“Mine,” he declared as he moved, rocking into her tightness. She clutched his ass, her legs wrapped around his thighs, encouraging him, guiding him, holding him, and he thrust deeper and faster and harder, grunting with effort, striving to please her, to claim her. She was his. No other male would touch her.

And he was hers. After her, after this encounter, no other female would satisfy him. He breathed fire upon her slender shoulders. No one made him burn as she did, and no one held him with such heat.

She panted his name, flames licking around her lips, dancing over his chest, as they fucked like savage animals on his hard metal desk, the papers burning to ash around her head, the melted gold covering her mons pinching his scales.

Outside the office, business continued as usual, but for Oro, there was only the female underneath him. He drove into her again and again, his balls drawing up close to his body, his control stretching thinner, threatening to snap.

“Burn me, dragon,” Hailey begged, raking her talons over his back, her pussy tightening around him. “Cover me with flame.”

Oro bent his head, blasting her with fire. He seared her supple form with heat while he rammed his cock deep inside her. She released a window-rattling shriek and exploded, flames streaking from her mouth, boiling hot lava gushing from her pussy, soaking his shaft.

He roared, pushing his hips forward, spurting hard jets of scorching cum into her body, setting off another wave of tremors. His blood scented the air as she clung to him, her talons puncturing his scales.

Oro sagged upon her trembling body, his energy drained, and he licked her heated face, steam rising from his wet tongue.

Hailey had offered a token resistance to his charms, her fervent denials both adorable and arousing, but she had succumbed as he knew she would, for he was a golden dragon, his beauty beyond compare.

She was equally beautiful, her green scales complementing his. “You are mine.” He kissed her forehead. They would next fuck in dragon form, bonding them permanently, and then no one could ever take her away from him.

Her lashes fluttered, her emerald eyes soft with exhausted passion. “I am your assistant.”

Oro growled his discontentment, possessively covering more of her skin with his. “I am your mate.” She had to feel the connection between them.

“Hmmm…” Hailey didn’t deny it, yet she aggravatingly didn’t acknowledge it either. She reached for the phone and dialed casually, as though she wasn’t naked on top of his desk with his cock lodged deep inside her.

“What are you doing?” He frowned. Hadn’t she experienced the same mind-blowing passion he had? Hadn’t he pleased her?

“I’m phoning Ember.” She gave him a cheery smile. “I’ll need her to pick me up another set of clothes. Mine are ruined. Do you need anything?” He opened his mouth, a sarcastic reply dangling on the tip of his tongue. “Oh, hi, Ember.” She twisted her torso slightly, showing him her pale shoulder. “I have to ask you a favor.”

Disgruntled with her cavalier attitude, he pushed away from her. He regretted his movement immediately. As his cock slipped from the warmth of her pussy, the eternal coldness returned, a chill coating his dragon heart.

He’d lived with that deep freeze for centuries. He wouldn’t live with it anymore.

Oro straightened, glaring down at his laughing mate. He didn’t understand her reluctance to bond with him. He was handsome. He knew that. He flexed his muscles. He was strong. He blew fire from his mouth. He was dragon.

What else could she want?

He paced the perimeter of his office, pausing at the dragon-proof windows, staring at the puny humans walking along the sidewalk. He had to win her. He had to. He folded his arms, spreading his feet wide apart, pondering possible courting tactics.

She was a dragon. She liked gold as all dragons did, and he had plenty of that. Oro suspected, though, that Hailey wouldn’t be bought. She’d take his impressive hoard, share it with that damn watchdog she had for a friend, and leave him.

She’d relocate somewhere hot, as dragons liked heat year round. Manhattan was hot in the summer but damn cold and snowy in the winter. He couldn’t compete weather-wise with other dragons.

Oro scowled as she chatted on the phone, acting like he wasn’t near her. In contrast, he was achingly aware of her presence, and the thought of any other dragon touching her made him want to commit murder.

Dragons were possessive.

She was a dragon also. Oro grinned as a plan slipped into place. Hailey had threatened to leave him, to go to another dragon’s territory, knowing he, a dragon, would never let her go.