I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie (I Like Big Dragons 1)

Therefore, it was either him, his sister, his mother or one of his two brothers, and I just felt that he wouldn’t allow anyone to intrude into my room with me in the shower.

That’s about when the shaking started.

My mind went into overdrive as I thought about how my life would change if what I read in that book—what was already happening—was actually true.

If I was mated to him, then what?

Would I still be able to live in my apartment?

What about my cat?

My job?

Money?

Would I be allowed to do anything here?

In fact, I had myself in such a tizzy that I didn’t realize that there was someone in my room with me until a large hand came down on either side of my head.

“Deep breath,” Keifer instructed, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath.

I gasped, taking in a lung full of air, and looked into his brown gold eyes.

When had he turned on the light?

“What…what…what’s going on?” I gasped for air.

“You’re freezing. You need to think about something else,” he decided.

I closed my eyes, and started thinking about the way his body heat made me feel.

The way it had felt when he’d stood at my back earlier.

The way my sex had clenched in anticipation.

The way he smelled like fresh air and clean man. The way I was surrounded by his scent.

My eyes opened on a gasp, and I knew he knew what I was thinking.

Because my panties were on fire. Literally.

Again.

“Gah!” I squeaked, kicking the covers off my body in agitation.

He didn’t move, though.

Only watched as my panties, yet again, disintegrated from my body.

My hands went down to cover my hairless sex, but not fast enough for him not to see.

His eyes were zeroed in on my hands.

It was almost as if he was willing them to move with the power of his mind alone.

“Why does this keep happening?” I gasped.

He grinned, and then maneuvered himself until he was lying beside me in the bed.

“Close your eyes and think about the light turning off,” he instructed me.

I did as I was told, thinking about how, if I were to use my hands and I wanted the light out, that I’d twist the tiny knob with my two fingers.

The click of the lamp had me opening my eyes to pitch blackness.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

“When I was twenty-one and first came into my powers, I was masturbating in the shower,” he said without preamble.

I blinked into the darkness.

“W-what?” I gasped in surprise.

I felt him nod as he turned to his side, and let his hand rest on the crest of my hip.

“Yep,” he nodded. “Coming into your powers is usually accompanied by a sexual act.”

I blinked. “I wasn’t doing anything sexual when I got yours.”

“No,” he agreed. “At least, not that you’re aware of. But the act of mating is sexual, which is what is inevitably going to happen between us.”

I bit my lip as he started to run his fingers over my hip.

“Aren’t you worried that you’re going to accidentally catch on fire?” I whispered worriedly.

He snorted. “I may not have my powers, but I can still feel them there. You’re channeling them through me,” he explained. “And I can’t be hurt by my own powers.”

Which explained why he wasn’t worried about me setting fire to anything important that was attached to him.

“What…” I stopped when I felt his hand go lower down my stomach, coming to a rest at the top of my pubic bone.

He didn’t move it any further, but I sensed that he wanted to.

I respected that he didn’t, though. And respected it even more when he curled his big body into my side and sighed, “Go to sleep. We have all day tomorrow to talk.”

I nodded, closing my eyes, and took his advice.

Tomorrow would be soon enough.***

Keifer

My cock was in heaven.

Literally.

I’d never felt anything so good in my life.

I’d had plenty of women since I’d turned sixteen, but holy shit, this was an all-new high.

I took stock of my surroundings without opening my eyes.

My bed smelled like peaches and cream.

My eyes slowly peeled open, and I was left with an eye full of hot, juicy pussy belonging to the woman that I knew in my heart was my mate, Blythe.

And that thing she was doing with her mouth was phenomenal.

She was working my cock with hot, wet pulls of her mouth, and I couldn’t help but lift my hand to run along the inside of her thigh.

I started down low next to her knee, and slowly moved my hand up until it rested at the apex of her thigh. One long finger lay against the seam of her sex, not quite touching, but oh so close that she started to writhe her hips to coax me further.

I obliged.

Moving my other hand to span her waist, I urged her over until she was straddling my chest with her knees.