35. Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Finley

A s soon as we're alone on the cliffs, Cyrus gets a wicked smile and his eyes spark with flames. Drums start up from somewhere, a heady rhythm that makes me want to stomp my feet and… undress.

Which is exactly what Cyrus does. Without a word, he strips out of his clothes and stands before me in all his glory. Anticipation builds low in my belly as his skin begins to shimmer.

I'm still reeling from everything that's happened, and I have so many questions, but none of it matters as Cyrus lays himself bare before me. All that matters is us, that we're together with no more secrets between us.

"Once I'm in my other form, climb on my back." With a smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes, his cock changes first. Tiny scales pop along his shaft, which lengthens and grows, forming ridges I swear I can already feel inside me. Fuck, it's like a mammoth beast all its own. My mouth goes dry and the space between my legs throbs.

And then, his whole body is changing, expanding, drawing my attention to the way his legs and arms thicken as he drops to all fours. Wings burst from his back. His neck lengthens and sharp teeth grace a wide mouth.

When I saw other dragons shift, they did it quickly. This is slow and intentional, like he's giving me time to adjust to the idea.

Throughout it all, my attention keeps returning to the mammoth cock between his legs. Monster cock. Dragon cock.

A warm puff of air tickles my face like he's laughing at me. I look up and see his burning eyes. The sunlight makes his scales shine iridescent, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

The first time I saw him, I wanted to paint him. The desire only grew when I saw him naked. And now… now, I want to paint him so badly my fingers twitch.

He sinks down, lowering his neck and head. I climb onto his back, wrapping my arms tightly around him. Riding Cyrus is nothing like riding Kyro. Cyrus cuts gracefully through the sky, his movements fluid. I get the impression he's trying to make the ride less bumpy, but I almost wish he wouldn't. His smooth scales rub between my legs as his back pulses with each flap of his wings.

Midas's penthouse comes into view too soon, and Cyrus flies straight in through the open sliding doors that lead into his bedroom. He changes back to his human form so quickly I almost fall, but he grabs me and pulls me into a hungry kiss before turning me toward the door with a slap to my ass. "Pack quickly. Only the necessities."

I do as I'm told and soon we're both downstairs, dressed in fresh clothes, and each carrying a suitcase. He takes mine from me and leads me to the front door.

"We're not flying?"

"Not tonight." There's a mischievous glint to his gaze .

I follow him out of the penthouse and into the hall. He kisses me tenderly as we wait for the private elevator. When the doors open, he walks me backwards with his lips still on mine. But the moment the doors close, he drops the suitcases, pulls away, and hits the emergency stop button.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"What I wanted to do when I first saw you." He unbuckles his belt and whips it out of the belt loops with a zipping sound that reverberates in the small space.

I pinch the hem of my short skirt between my fingers. "You know, we've had sex three times in the last thirty-six hours and none of those times have been in a bed."

"You're too irresistible." He unzips his jeans and lets them fall down his hips. He's not wearing any boxers, and his gold-swirled cock is already hard, jutting up to his stomach like a gilded statue on full display. "I can't wait for a bed. I need you now. Here. Where I first realized you're mine."

In a sudden movement, he shoves up my skirt, hooks his arm under one of my thighs and lifts me. We both groan when his shaft slides between my legs, meeting my slick entrance. Like him, I'm not wearing any underwear, some part of me knowing we wouldn't make it far before we were on each other again.

With my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, I position myself over his cock. In one thrust, he pushes so deep I swear I see stars. The elevator mirror reflects an image of us better than anything I ever dreamed.

He pulls my skirt higher, leans back, and gives me a perfect view of where we join as he moves in and out.

"You want to see my dragon dick again, little flame? Want me to fuck you with it?"

"Pretty sure that would land me in the hospital."

He laughs, the sound crystal clear in the quiet. "I won't transform all the way. Just partially."

The next time he retreats, his cock swells, the golden swirls rising like ribbing, creating an exquisite sensation that makes my toes curl.

We both watch, enamored, as his cock changes. Smooth scales, raised ridges, expanding longer, wider. It's… It's…

"Fuck!" I come without warning, his length hitting a spot so deep I didn't even know it existed. He growls my name, flooding me with his release. A dragon's release. There's so much of it that it spills down my thighs.

Fuck, I'm gonna have to find out if my birth control can withstand dragon cum. Actually, I don't really care. I kind of like the idea of him filling me, breeding me, making me swell with his child.

He thrusts and jerks one more time, setting another rippling orgasm swirling through my body. Smaller, but no less intense.

Panting, we slide down to the floor, still tangled in each other.

"I think I love you," I whisper, a little shocked to be saying it so early, to be saying it at all.

"You think?" He smirks in that handsome way of his that makes my stomach do little flips. "I know I love you, little flame. Always will. Forever."

He kisses me like he's exploring me for the first time, like he's promising me it won't be the last time.

Something they talked about at the temple comes back to me and pulls me up short. "What did you mean when you asked Adrianna if I could transform during the next Goddess Week—whatever the hell that is?"

"Once every seven years, human mates can transform into dragons, like Jeslyn did."

"Wait? Jess is a dragon! Ugh, you all have so much to catch me up on. You're going to be paying for all these secrets for years."

He circles his hips, making his cock stroke inside me. "Centuries, if you agree to transform."

I balk a little at that, but I don't hate the thought of Cyrus having centuries to make it up to me. "Best get started, then."

"You'll be mine? My dragon mate."

"Um, I think I already am." I snuggle into his chest, and he strokes my hair.

"Hmm, there's that ‘I think' again." He drags one hand around my neck and the other up into my hair, gripping just tight enough to make me catch my breath. "I'm going to have to fuck that out of you, so you're nothing but certain."

Still hard, he repositions us, so that I'm laying on the cold elevator floor and he's kneeling between my legs. Lifting my hips with a bruising grip on my thighs, he drives into me.

"Look at me, my little flame, my Ra'ia."

I didn't realize I'd closed my eyes, lost to the sensation of him.

Peering up at him, I'm struck with a feeling so strong I can't fully understand it. My heart feels like it's bursting, like something's trying to expand out of me and beyond me. I'm warm everywhere, and all I can do is stare at him with a softness that gives me a fluttery feeling in my chest.

"I love you, my flame," he punctuates each word with a thrust. "I would wait an eternity for you, but I'm glad I don't have to anymore. You're mine. And I'm never letting you go."

"Good. Cause you're mine, too." I reach up and pull him down into a kiss I never want to end.