Chapter Fourteen

Brody

"Make love to me."

Lindsey clung to my hand, gazing up, her expression one of need mixed with shame mixed with desperation. I observed all those and more, reading her face as easily as I read a book. While I wanted intimacy with her more than anything, I couldn't take advantage of her emotional vulnerability.

I bent to kiss her. "Don't get me wrong, I want to, baby. But you've been traumatized. Your emotions are over the top right now."

"Yeah, they are." Lindsey slipped her arms around my waist, her cheek against my chest. "I need an outlet. I'm still flying across the sky, feeling the wind under my wings. I'm exulted, happy, terrified. I'm pulled in ten different directions. I need – to be needed."

"You're also vulnerable. I can't, I won't, take advantage."

"How can you if I'm asking you into my bed?"

We'd just returned to her house after her first lessons, flew to the park before shifting and walking back. Lindsey held my hand, discreet enough to not share out loud her ebullience at learning to fly as we walked. I still felt her high, her energy lifting her like invisible wings. After a glass of wine, she hadn't yet come down.

At my hesitation, she murmured, "Please?"

Lifting her face to mine, I kissed her, my tongue parting her sensuous lips. Lindsey responded, hers dancing the tango in my mouth, entangled, our passion rising like a hot thermal from the ground.

Eager, all but falling over one another's feet, giggling like kids, we undressed each other while groping each other's bodies. Still kissing, half naked, her bare breasts pressed hard against my chest, I tried to guide her into her bedroom.

"I can't see anything," I muttered against her mouth. "Where's the bed?"

Laughing, Lindsey took both my hands to tug me. I tripped over my boots in my efforts to kick them off, fell toward her and took us both down onto the bed. Smothering her laughter in my arm, Lindsey crawled out from under me to straddle my hips. Unzipping my fly, she reached in to play with my engorged cock.

"Not much room in here," she murmured. "What are we gonna do about it?"

"I'm sure we'll think of something."

I caressed her small tits, sitting up to lick and suck her tender nipples, hearing her moan. Lindsey's nails dug into my shoulders, pulling me more tightly against her. Trailing my tongue across from one breast to the other, I discovered a small knot of flesh that didn't match the rest of her silky skin. Dismissing it, I gripped her waist, sliding my hands up and down her muscled, flat belly and waist.

"I think we have too many clothes on," Lindsey muttered, her voice slightly hoarse. "Might work better without them."

"That means I have to stop doing this."

I nibbled the soft flesh of her right breast, forcing a small breathy moan from her lips. "Eh? Should I stop?"

"No," she gasped. "Yes. I want your cock. I need something to play with."

Chuckling deep in my throat, I lifted her from my hips and set her on her side. Standing, I quickly stepped out of my jeans as she slid out of hers. In the dim light from the street, I admired her naked, lush, and delectable body. Her curves in all the right places, her slender legs, the dark thatch of hair at her crotch. My cock twitched with lust, my need for her growing by the second.

Kneeling on the bed, I swept my hand from her face down her neck, past her waist to her hip, heat, fire, flaming between us. Lindsey's hands cupped my balls, tickling them, forcing a sharp hiss to escape my teeth. Lying beside her, I caressed her silken flesh, kissing her, my tongue buried as deeply in her mouth as my cock would soon be buried in her pussy.

"I need you," she whispered. "Please."

"Not yet."

I teased her clit with my fingers, her arousal gushing over my fingers. Sticking two fingers inside her, I worked them back and forth. Under me, Lindsey thrashed, crying out, her thighs spreading to grant me easier access. Sliding down her body, I tasted her juices, my tongue licking, sucking her clit.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her fingers entangled in my hair. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come."

I felt her explosion, her climax, her pussy quaking around my fingers. I drank from her pussy, my shaft aching so badly it hurt. I wanted, no, needed to bring her pleasure before my own. As her orgasm died away, her pussy walls twitching, her juices flowing madly over my tongue, I lifted myself on my arms.

"Taste yourself," I muttered, kissing her, her moisture on my lips and tongue.

Lying atop her, I spread her knees. Pointing my cockhead at her entrance, I pushed in slowly, getting her used to my thick size, my length. Lindsey wrapped her legs around my hips, creating a delicious angle to penetrate her. I started to thrust, backing out just enough to tease us both, then shoved in again.

We picked up a rhythm together, Lindsey bucking her hips in time to my thrusting. I shut my eyes, my cock gliding in and out, my pleasure rising. I felt my climax approaching fast, too fast, as I craved to bring her to a second orgasm.

"Shit," Lindsey cried out, her nails digging painfully into my back. "I'm coming. God, I'm coming."

"I can't hold back," I grit through my teeth, fighting to not explode too soon. To bring her to fresh heights of erotic pleasure before my shaft blasted my jism deep into her body. Too late, I thought of condoms, birth control, and not needing a pregnancy yet.

Lindsey sank her teeth into my shoulder as we both came. I hardly felt the pain when my cock shuddered, shooting my load, the fierce pleasure that was nearly pain rocking all my senses. I thrust in deeper, harder, my teeth clenched, her pussy clamped down on my quivering cock.

Too soon, it ended. For both of us. Panting, sweating, I relaxed on her, trying to catch my breath. Lindsey folded her arms around my neck, not letting me up even if I wanted to. Which I didn't.

"You bit me," I muttered. "Ouch."

Lindsey's breathy giggles wafted into my ear. "Sorry. It's the dragon in me."

"Next time, I get to bite you."

"It's a deal."

Reluctantly, I rolled off of her, too hot to keep our bodies together. A sweet breeze swept over my sweat, cooling my flesh, drying us both. Lying on my side, my head propped on my elbow, I caressed her small perky breasts. "Fated mates?"

Lindsey turned her head to look at me. "I don't know. When I was tied up, alone, scared, all I thought about was you. Needing you to rescue me. I cried for you."

"I'm so sorry I didn't know where you were."

"There might be something to what you're saying," she admitted. "We've known each other for a very short time, yet I feel as though I've known you all my life."

"That's how I feel. I'm falling in love with you."

She turned her head away, gazing at the window. Silent for long moments, she finally said, "I don't know how I feel. Part of me feels I belong with you. The other part is too scared to trust. That no matter what, I'll be hurt again."

I cupped her cheek, turning her face to look at me. "I'll never hurt you. I'll never hit you. I'll never abuse you. I'm not perfect. We'll possibly fight, quarrel. I'll never not hold onto my temper and lash out at you. That's a promise."

Lindsey's fingers caressed my bristled cheek. "I believe you."

***

The following morning, Sammy took one look at my face and exclaimed, loud enough for anyone within half a mile to hear him, "You got laid."

I rolled my eyes as crews nearby laughed. "Please, shout it from the mountain, dude."

"How long has it been, jeez." Sammy accompanied me to my office trailer and followed me inside. "You don't even date, do you?"

"We'll discuss my social life over wings and beers, someday, maybe ," I snapped, sitting at my desk. "Right now, we're at work."

"It's your neighbor, isn't it?" He grinned and hiked his hip on my desk's edge. "The one who helped you after the fire."

"Blow it out your ass. Do I demand you tell me the particulars of your sex life?"

"You should. Maybe I can give you pointers."

"Fuck you."

My good mood lasted throughout the morning, even survived the general ribbing and wolf whistles I was forced to endure from the crews. At noon, the crews broke for lunch, and I'd forgotten to ask Sammy for a lift someplace to get my own. There's a Mickey-Ds down the street. I can walk. Whistling as I stacked my paperwork, I tidied my desk before striding to the door.

I opened it –

Austin surged forward, pushing me back, the gun in his hand stuck hard against my sternum. His expression had gone well beyond rage. I strongly suspected he fully intended to shoot me then and there. I half raised my hands in token surrender, the fleeting thought of my grabbing the gun and turning it on him there and instantly gone.

"Fucker," he growled, his voice filled with deadly menace. "You made a killing on my dope."

"What? I wouldn't know the first thing about selling shit on the streets, man. Grow a brain, will you? You've got it all wrong."

"How'd you find her?" he hissed. He lifted the gun to aim at my face. "You killed Greg, didn't you?"

"Actually, you got that wrong, too." I lowered my hands. "Lindsey is a dragon. He got caught when she shifted."

Something in his eyes flickered. Fear? Alarm? The notion that he now faced two dragons, not just one, had planted itself in his head? I hoped so. I doubted I'd need to teach Lindsey how to fight. Her dragon came naturally to her. And his best bud from high school was now coyote bait, and he might very well have no other henchmen.

"You'll pay me every dollar, dipshit," he snarled.

"Sorry. I won't. I didn't steal or sell your damn fentanyl. You just don't listen, do you?"

"Then you'll die. And so will she."

"What are you waiting for, asshole?" I growled. "Shoot me. The gunshot will bring my boys on the run. You won't get far before they run you down."

"Bullshit."

Austin hesitated, licked his lips. "They're all gone."

"Not all."

As though I'd planned for it to happen, the trailer door swung open behind him.

"Boss?" Sammy began.

Austin wheeled, bringing the gun around to aim at a startled Sammy. I lunged for Austin's waist, tackling him to the floor. The gun fired. Kneeling his back, I punched him several times on his head, and hurt my knuckles without doing him much damage. Austin squirmed hard enough to twist around, rage and hate snarling his features.

He aimed a punch at my face, missed, and received a broken nose for his trouble. Yelling, he tried to lift the gun, but I seized his wrist in both hands and snapped it like a twig.

Screaming in agony, Austin dropped the gun. I picked it up, then stood up, panting. "You piece of shit," I growled.

I glanced at Sammy's pale face. "Call the cops."

He departed in haste.

Austin, seeing my momentary distraction, kicked my knee sideways. Now I screamed in pain, falling to the floor, wriggling in agony. White hot fire lanced up from my knee to my groin. Faster than I thought possible, Austin got to his feet and stumbled through the door.

I collapsed.