25. Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Cyrus

M y mate doesn't know the beast she's awakened and unleashed. She runs, looking over her shoulder, her face full of anticipation. She likes the buildup, the teasing, the chase. So do I.

I let her make it to the living room. Let her think she's getting away. Let her catch her breath for just a moment. Then I pounce. Leaping the couch in one jump, grabbing her, spinning her around, pinning her to me with one hand on her ass and the other on the back of her neck.

I kiss her hard, savoring her lips before saying, "Try again, little flame."

She takes off, back toward her studio. Just where I want her. I let her get all the way to the sliding glass doors before I catch her, trapping her against the closed pane of glass. Breasts pushed up against the cool window, ass pressed back against my groin.

She whimpers and fights, bucking her hips and arching her back and struggling to throw me off with every bit of strength. She tries to kick out and sidestep away from me, bucking even harder, but there's a smile on her face as she screams.

I circle my hand in front of her and grab her by the throat, just hard enough that she stills. "Oh, my beautiful prey. My wild little flame. I'm never letting you go again."

I pin her hands over her head with my right hand and use my left under her knee to lift her leg up and out, giving me better access to the treasure I seek.

With her front to the window and all my weight against her, I slide my shaft along her slick entrance. Fuck, I wish I could see what she looks like from the other side. Tits smashed, body on display like a butterfly in glass. We'll have to do this again with a camera on the other side so I can see that pretty pussy framed like a picture while I fuck her.

Stroking her center with my shaft, I whisper in her ear, "I'm going to take this tight pussy bare, little flame. I'm going to slide into you just like this, with nothing between us."

"No." She bucks, and I pause, paying attention to every twitch of her body.

"Do you remember your safe word?" I whisper against her ear, breaking our game just for a moment.

She doesn't use it. She twists her head and bites my lip. "Fuck me, asshole!"

Little hellion.

She curves her back, jutting out that perfect ass, and I groan deeply, a little of my dragon self coming through on a low growl. "Oh I'm going to fuck you, alright. I'm going to fuck you and breed you and make you mine . This pussy belongs to me. And once I've had you bare, I'll never tolerate anything between us ever again. I'm going to pump you so full of my seed it'll be dripping out of you for weeks."

She moans, nods her head, lifts on her toes, and wiggles, trying to get the tip of my cock lined up with her opening.

"Fuck, you're perfect." I let up a little, allowing her the tiniest bit of space from the window, and releasing her hands with a harsh, "Keep them on the glass." My touch roams down her sides, and she shakes in my arms. "I'm going to use this pussy until you squeeze every drop of my cum into your womb."

"Please." A plea to stop or go on, I'm not sure, but I'm too far lost to care, and she knows it's not the right word to get this to end.

I ease in slowly, needing to savor every moment and keep myself from going off like a shaken champagne bottle. I've been waiting so long for this. My cock pushes between her wet, swollen, pretty pink lips. Just the head. Shallow thrusts, brushing sensitive skin.

Another perfect moan slips out of her, and she pushes against the glass with her hands, trying to impale herself on my length. I hold her hips and withdraw. "How badly do you want me, little flame? Have you needed this cock as long as I've needed you? Tell me."

"Yes, yes, I've wanted you since that first elevator ride. I want you even more now. Please, give it to me."

I make my thrusts deeper, humming against her ear. "Do you know what I did after that first elevator ride?" I sink a little deeper. She squirms, shaking her head. "I followed you." From the sky, in my dragon form, but she doesn't need to know that. "I followed you all the way to school, and then, sick bastard that I am," my thrusts become more punishing, "I went into the cafe next door and jerked off in the bathroom because I was so hard it was painful, too painful to make it home."

She whimpers, the sound of prey, the sound of pleasure. Her muscles flutter around me, so close, so warm, so tight. I push deep and grind into her, giving her just what she needs. With smooth strokes, I move my fingers back and forth over her clit.

"You wrecked me that day, Finley. Destroyed me. I've been yours ever since."

Just when she tenses, I pull back and slam all the way home. My balls tighten, tingling as I thrust hard and fast and deep. It feels so incredible I almost shift, the beast in me begging to come out and play. She screams my name, and I scream hers, flying into an orgasm stronger than anything I've ever experienced before.

When I blink back into reality, I see Violeta on the balcony, watching us. Her dragon head tilts. Finley can't see her in this form, but I can, and I don't fucking care. Finley's mine, and I want everyone to know it.

I give Violetta a slow, goading smile. She shakes her wings and takes to the air.

In a happy daze, I drag my cum soaked hand up Finley's body to the area just between her breasts, over her heart. Pushing her up and into me before pulling us down to sit on the ottoman with her on my lap and my cock still buried deep inside.

"I live here now. Right here naked with you in my arms, surrounded by the beautiful art you created. I don't ever want to—"

"Wait." Finley sits up straight and twists to look at me. "Did you look at my art work while you were waiting for me in here? "

"It's kind of hard to miss some of it." I wave to the abstract David statue and the piles of paintings leaning against the walls.

"But did you… um…" She bites her lip. "Look under the tarps?"

"I didn't move anything. Why?" I pinch her side teasingly. "Is there something you don't want me seeing?"

She giggles and squirms so much my dick slides out of her and we soak the seat with our combined release. Fuck, that's hot. This ottoman is going immediately to my apartment. I'll buy Midas another one.

"So, are you going to show me what you're hiding?" I lean back and admire her as she picks her clothes up off the floor. She steps into her panties, but thinks better of it when they're halfway up her legs and drops them in their ruined state. When she tugs on her skirt, I grow hard again just from knowing there's nothing under that thin bit of floral fabric. The way she pulls her hair up into a messy bun and sticks a paintbrush through it, accentuating her uncovered chest, doesn't help.

I'm just about to throw her to the floor and rut her like the animal I am when the doorbell rings. Shit, I forgot she has more dates lined up. She remembers at the same time I do, looking at me questioningly, like she's trying to decide something.

I don't give her a chance to weigh her options. "Get dressed. We're going out."

Heading to the door, I hear Finley's voice calling after me. "Shouldn't you put some clothes on?"

"I'm good."

Muttering under her breath, she pulls her shirt on and follows me. She tries to shoo me out of view, but it's a useless attempt. It's common for dragons to be naked. Shifting destroys our clothes, so we spend as much time like this as we do dressed. Unconcerned, I swing the door open, relishing Finley's shocked squeak.

Damian. Interesting choice, Jeslyn. I actually don't disapprove, but she's not his. She's mine, and he knows it instantly.

"Damian," I greet. "Nice to see you."

Finley's gaping at me like I've gone completely mad. It's adorable.

I throw my arm around her. "As you can see, things have changed, but I would still like to get my Ra'ia out of the house on her birthday. What did you have planned?"

Damian straightens his posture, quickly adapting to the change in plans. "I have tickets to the ballet. "

"A box?"

"Of course."

"Good." I hold out my hand, and he deposits the tickets in my palm.

"Wait, what?" Finley shakes her head like she's only just catching up with the conversation. "You're just going to steal his tickets from him? I don't think so." She puts her hands on her hips, adorably irritated.

"Maybe next time I'll let him come with us, but this time, I have plans for you."

"But they're his tickets! You can't just steal them."

"It's alright, Ra'ia," Damian bows slightly. "I offer them willingly. I'm glad the goddess has blessed my friend with a mate."

"I'm not anyone's fucking mate. We're not animals!"

"I think we just proved we could be very animalistic," I whisper in her ear. She slaps my chest, but her cheeks are a beautiful pink and her eyes are hooded in a way that lets me know she's thinking about what we just did.

Damian clears his throat. "Have you told Midas and Jeslyn?"

"They've been notified," I answer. But internally I wonder if I should try calling again.

"Did you talk to them?" Finley's eager words veil her hurt. "Is she… alright? Did she have the baby?"

I sigh. Jeslyn really needs to get out of her baby bubble and call her sister. "I haven't heard much, but yes. She had the baby, and she's fine." There's relief in Finley's expression but also pain, and it makes my heart ache. "I should have told you sooner, but I was a little distracted." I smirk at her, hoping to lighten the mood.

She hesitates, but smiles back and goes upstairs to change. I'm sure she'll try calling Jeslyn, too. Hopefully, her sister will answer. If not, I have every intention of thoroughly distracting Finley from her worry and hurt.

"So… we're good?" Damian asks.

"Yes." I clamp a hand on his shoulder. "But I need your help with something."

There's still one more thing to do to ease Finley's remaining hesitation. She said she doesn't want a relationship in the shadows, so I'm going to put the spotlight right where it should be. On her. And me. Together.