Dragons at Midnight (7 page)

“The parking lot.” His voice grew huskier, with a darker, wicked edge that made her think of all the ways he could fuck her on there. “We can do that. Who won the draw?” Amusement floated across his face.

“Brent. He’ll be there to keep me safe.” She watched pain skitter across his face. She hated to see him so wounded by the need to have someone to keep him in check, but it was necessary. “And after it can be just us.” She didn’t know where that had come from, but she wanted to show him she did trust him, that he wasn’t a threat to her in the least.

“You don’t need to—”

She placed two fingers against his lips. “I want to.” Louisa really did want to explore this attraction she had to him.

His grin dazzled her, a flash of straight white teeth with slightly longer, sharper canines. If she hadn’t known he was a dragon, she would have thought he was a werewolf or feline shifter. They normally had longer canines than the average human or witch. “Thank you.” He kissed her fingers and then grabbed her hand. “Let’s go. “

They entered the main area. She could feel his body heat increase. A glance up at his face showed his eyes had become red, glittering with challenge. His arms shook, and his grip on her hand increased almost to the point of pain. She didn’t let go. Instead she ran a hand over his arm, trying to soothe him and the dragon. “It’s okay. They’re here to help.”

Despite the words, she knew the animal couldn’t see that. Both men were threats to her and him. They could take his mate. Predatory need and anger battled on his face. She wasn’t sure how to make it stop or calm him down except to keep telling him that it was okay.

“We’re not here to hurt you, dude.” Brent strode forward. “We’re here to have fun and give Louisa a night she’ll never forget. It’s almost midnight. Let’s restart this party. Come on.” Brent didn’t wait for a response. He left the room through the kitchen doors. All Louisa could do was tug on Tor’s hand and lead him to the parking lot and her bike.

Fletcher stayed behind. He’d brought out his laptop and was typing away. “Don’t worry about me. Just looking things up. Have fun.”

She didn’t doubt that he was relieved not to be on Tor duty.

Chapter Five

Tor followed Louisa and Brent out to the parking lot. A slight chill in the air did nothing to cool his ardor. The fireworks burst over them in a splatter of various colors, and the sound boomed as people sang loudly and mostly off key. With the scent of so many people drifting through the air, it took some concentration to find Louisa’s scent among it all.

He watched the graceful sway of her hips and the rise and fall of her buttocks. A bolt of lust hit him the stomach. His dragon lifted its neck and blinked at him. Hunger clawed at his stomach as the fire ratcheted up a few notches. His skin seemed to be too tight. It felt as if he were engulfed in fire. Tor took the lead, striding past her to the motorcycle. He needed to be inside her.

She rushed after him, her feet slapping against the ground. Brent had already put in the key and turned the motorcycle on. The bike revved. A thrill raced down his spine. Brent took his place at the front of the bike.

“I think I should be here, Louisa should be between us, and Tor at the end,” Brent suggested.

Tor didn’t care so long as he sank into Louisa’s tight heat as soon as possible. Brent handed out the condoms. Tor opened the packet and rolled the condom onto his cock, shuddering at the feel of his fingers ghosting over his shaft. Pleasure buzzed up and down his spine and through his balls. He settled at back end of the seat while Brent got Louisa’s ass ready. She moaned and pushed her hips back. The sound egged him on.

Not waiting for his friend to finish the preparation, he positioned his cockhead at her dripping entrance and drove in. With one thrust, he had sunk balls-deep into her cunt. Gritting his teeth, he tried to hold back the animalistic urge to fuck until sated. Instead, he concentrated on Louisa and how she felt, her scent, the heat of her skin against his torso. Her nipples pressed against his chest. While she rocked back and forth, the hardened, diamond tips scraped his skin, sending pops of sensations through him. The bike shook and threatened to tip but didn’t fall over. Tor placed a foot on the ground to help steady them.

He groaned as he set the rhythm. Dimly, he heard Brent grunt and Louisa moan as they matched his pace. He could feel Brent in her ass; the glide of his cock through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass sent delicious tremors up his spine. She moved back and forth, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she lifted her face toward his and took his mouth in a kiss. The fire turned into an inferno, consuming his body in one gust.

With each thrust of his hips and ripple of her vaginal muscles around his cock, his dragon roared in approval. He could feel the change trying to rip him apart. White-hot lances seemed to be shoved into his shoulder blades. Louisa’s lips muffled any sound of pain he made. His arms shook with effort to keep back the shift as an ache began through his hands, morphing his fingers into long, thin talons. Black and gold scales rippled along his skin. Her groan of pleasure pushed him closer to losing control.

“Tor, you’re so fucking sexy,” she moaned.

Her words spurred him on, allowing his inner beast freedom. He ripped his mouth away from hers and let out a howl of pain as his wings broke free, bursting from his shoulder blades. A second howl joined his. Over Louisa’s shoulder, he saw Brent’s dragon come out. Green scales covered his friend’s skin, and his wings had come forth, dark green spines framing sky-blue leather webbing that flapped slowly and gracefully. Both men picked up the pace, fucking Louisa with hard, short thrusts. The driving need to claim, mate, fuck became a mantra in his head.

“So fucking tight,” he spat out. “So perfect. So sexy.”

His words were garbled in a growled-out cadence he doubted she could understand.

“Mine. Louisa. My pussy to fuck. My mate.” He let out a bellow as fire churned in his chest and burned up his throat. Tor let out a pained scream as a line of flame issued from his mouth into the sky. Fireworks burst overhead as the clock struck midnight. Smoke billowed out of his nostrils and singed his mouth. After the smoke had cleared, he took Louisa’s mouth in a violent, possessive kiss that branded her as his. He placed open-mouthed kisses along her neck as his nails clawed at her hips. Blood and heat floated around them.

The bike revved, and she cried out as her pussy pulsed around his cock. She came with a feline scream. Sometime during his shift she had changed too. Her claws raked his scale armor, leaving a trail of blood that issued forth smoke. Louisa scratched at his chest and shoulders. Her body rocked against his as he pounded into her pussy. She came again and again and again until she couldn’t move anymore.

The vibrations of the bike stopped, and Brent stumbled off, his scales and wings gone and his face a deathly white. His legs shook before he collapsed to the ground, sweat rolling off his body in rivulets.

“Jesus, I think I died.” Brent groaned as he rolled onto his back. His chest rose and fell at a rapid pace.

Tor wasn’t sure he’d died, but he knew he was now a mated male for life.

Louisa’s brain wasn’t working. She wasn’t even sure she had a body anymore. Fireworks kept bursting in front of her eyes, and they were closed. Aftershocks quaked through her body. She couldn’t stop shaking. Every inch of her tingled. Her toes refused to uncurl, and her hands didn’t seem to be working. Her breasts hurt. It hurt to even think or feel.

She wasn’t sure whether to curse Tor and Brent or fall down and worship them. Her pussy and ass ached, and yet she could feel Tor’s cock throbbing within her. His pulse echoed hers. How the hell could he still be hard?
Why is he still hard? He came! What the fuck is wrong with him? Is he broken? Am I broken? Oh, my God, did they break me?
She wanted to cry but didn’t have the energy.

Her tigress chuckled in a husky growl that shook through her, bringing back the pain. She groaned and rested her head on Tor’s shoulder.
I hate you,
she hissed at the feline. Tor’s cool, strong fingers slid under her chin to lift it. He tilted her head up and gazed down at her. “Happy New Year, honey.” He took her lips in a tender kiss that melted her insides and turned her knees to jelly. She sighed into the contact and snuggled against him only to have her nipples spark in an ache.

She groaned. Her stomach rumbled and Tor chuckled. He pulled back and pushed her hair out of her face. “Time to eat.”

“Gods, yes. I need food. You both broke me. I hate you,” Brent said as he staggered up and ambled toward the bar.

Tor and Louisa laughed. The mirth was short-lived as Tor pulled out of her aching pussy. She shuddered in pain and bit back a groan. A hot soak in her bath was in order as soon as she got home.

Their time seemed to be over even if there were things they needed to discuss. When they entered the bar Fletcher was fully dressed, his hair damp from a shower. He smelled of soap and mint. He gave them a grin, crimson flushing his cheeks. “Would it be okay to kiss you?” he asked shyly.

Her heart melted. “Of course.” Tor’s hold on her hip tightened but she ignored it. He might think they were mated, but she wasn’t going to deny someone who’d gone out of his way to make her New Year’s a bit brighter and more pleasurable. She gave Fletch a peck on the lips and grinned up at him. Louisa ran a hand through his short hair. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You were worth it. Happy New Year.” The flush of crimson became darker, and he bowed his head. “See you guys back at the house. I still have some research to do but I figured I’d better go. I’m feeling a bit tired anyway. Thanks for including me.”

He left them alone. Brent had gotten some food out. “You guys go get cleaned up. I’ll start eating. Tor, you can take her home. I’ll take care of everything here. Don’t worry about a thing.” Brent gave them a cheeky grin and carried a plate into the kitchen.

Louisa looked over at Tor, feeling shy. She wasn’t sure where the emotion came from but she felt awkward and unsure of herself around him now. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up.” She pointed toward the female employees’ changing room and darted off.

Once the door was shut behind her she felt silly. She wasn’t sure why she was so shy around him. Her thoughts turned the mating heat and her own feline’s desire to make Tor theirs. Her instincts told her to claim but her cautious nature told her to figure things out first, see if he was worthy of her, of them.

The need to run trembled through her legs. An urge to make him earn her caught her by the throat and stole her breath. Her tiger purred in approval. Yes, a fight to give him the right to claim her. Arousal blazed in her body as her feline leant her power to heal all of Louisa’s aches and pains. The gentle, warm healing power coursed through her arms and legs. Any twinges in her pussy and ass faded away.

In the shower area, she cleaned up and went to her locker. Louisa took out the clothes she left in there just in case and got dressed before heading back out to the main area to join Brent and Tor.

The men were eating. Her stomach rumbled. Hunger pangs hit her stomach. How long had it been since she’d eaten? The last time she’d had food seemed so long ago. Walking toward them, she studied Tor. He seemed to have calmed down. There was still some tension in him. His eyes flashed from black to red and his body would tremble and he’d become pale. Brent threw nervous glances his way. He looked up and spotted her, relief on his face. “Hey! Come on and eat with us. We still have a lot of food leftover.”

“Okay.” With hesitation she came to table and settled down between the two men. Brent seemed relieved that he didn’t have to sit next to Tor, who seemed more quiet than usual. The silence weighed heavy in the air, making her uncomfortable. She shifted and pushed around the food on the plate as she tried to figure out what to say to break the ice. At least when the evening started they had a repertoire; now that seemed to be gone. Tor’s mating heat had sucked the fun out of things and turned things serious.

“Okay, let’s just say it. This is weird. Tor, how are you feeling? Brent, are you okay?” She had to ask, Brent kept throwing glances Tor’s way as if he expected him to explode.

“I’m much calmer but the mating heat is still simmering. Brent?” Tor looked over at his friend, concern on his face. “Am I making you uncomfortable? Do you want me to leave?”

Brent’s Adam’s apple bobbled as he swallowed. “I’m a little wary, man. I’ll admit it. I don’t want you to freak out on me. It’s been a fun and unforgettable night, I’ll say that much, but I don’t want to ruin my friendship with you if you this is what happens when we share a woman. Look, you and Louisa should get out of here and talk, and I’ll clean up. I have some energy to expend. Okay?”

Louisa looked from Tor to Brent and saw Tor’s shoulders sag. “Louisa?” The softness of his voice broke her heart. He looked so unsure of himself and a bit lost.

“Come on, Tor. Let’s get this food packed up, and we can go back to my place.” The words left her mouth before she could call them back. She’d never invited anyone to her home. Not even Rune had been to her house before.

Louisa felt apprehensive about Tor being there. What would he think of it? Would he like it? Hate it? Tor lived with three other guys—would he think it was too feminine? She knew Whisper would welcome him, but she would be miffed that Louisa hadn’t been there to soothe any frayed nerves due to all the fireworks. She shoved down her nervousness and focused on trying to put Tor at ease.

“I’d love to.” He pushed his chair back from the table and took her plate. Within fifteen minutes he had the food packed up as well as some of the toys. Brent assured them that he’d clean up and make it so spotless that no one, not even the cleaning crew, would know what they’d done.

As they walked out to her bike, her pussy fluttered as she remembered what they’d done. She wondered what it would be like if only she and Tor had sex on the bike. Would it be just as satisfying? Heat flared in the pit of her stomach as her tiger purred at the idea of trying out the bike again.

There had been an exhilaration factor in being outdoors, on her bike and having sex. At any moment they could have been discovered, and yet none of them had given it any thought or even cared. She doubted they’d been on the only people fucking out in the open. This was definitely a New Year’s she would never forget. The next three hundred and sixty-five days looked brighter and filled with anticipation. A small part of her hoped she’d be spending them getting to know Tor better and becoming closer to Brent and Fletcher.

Tor got to the bike before her and held out his hand. She raised an eyebrow.

“Hand over the keys and hop on back. I’m driving this thing.” His tone brooked no defiance, which amused her.

“I don’t just hand over my keys to anyone. You promise not to speed or kill us? Whisper will be pissed if you cost her her mommy.” She held back a laugh at the last part.

“I promise I’ll get you home safe and sound. As for speed, I won’t get us arrested. Now hand ‘em over.” He made a “come on” motion with his hand, and she shook her head.

“If I give you my keys I have to get something in return.” She crossed her arms over her chest and watched his gaze drop to her breasts. “My eyes are up here, perv.”

“I’ll tell you what, you give me the keys and let me take you home, and I’ll let you call the shots for the first fuck of the New Year.” Challenge sparked in his dark eyes. They rippled from ruby to onyx and back again until they were a swirl of the two colors. Hypnotic and dangerous.

She licked her lips and weighed her options. Her tigress purred her approval, wanting one more time with its chosen mate. Louisa thought about having him in her home once again. It was so tempting. She decided to take a chance and give in.

“Okay.” Tossing him the keys, she put on her helmet and got on the back. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against him. He was solid, grounded, and hot. It was like lying out in the sun. A purr rumbled up from deep within her soul and vibrated through her with a sense of safety and comfort. It could always be like this.

She nestled her head against his back and closed her eyes. The bike revved to life and took off at high speeds, tearing a scream from her that melded into a laugh as he raced down the darkened streets, weaving in and out of pools of waxen gold light.