2. Baltasar

CHAPTER 2

BALTASAR

The Mafia Queen: I'll allow the suit, Violentia, but only because it will help balance out the fact that SOMEONE on the dark side of the Force refused to wear a corset vest.

Thing Two: Trust me, it's better than what he wanted to wear. [Sweating emoji]

Deadbeat with a Capital D: That's debatable, although I may still swap out the suit for this frilly, mostly black [puking emoji] kimono I found in a vintage store…

The Mafia Queen: You can certainly try, Theo. Wouldn't it be a shame, though, if one of your bad decisions came back to haunt you, hmm?

"Do we need to do some box breathing together, beautiful?"

I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding— because yes, that shit happens in real life— to find Zion looking me over calmly but carefully. His handsome face was smoothed into a relaxed expression, and the rest of his muscular bulk was the picture of serenity. Of safety .

Safe.

I'm safe.

We'd left the fitting an hour ago—with no sign of a tutu, thank fuck—so, in theory, I could now relax. Of course, being me, that was the last thing I was doing, and Zion, being him, picked up on that immediately.

Even with one eye on me, my man kept most of his attention on the winding road ahead as he drove the rental car to our lake.

The lake I bought him as an inventus bond-iversary present.

Along with a cabin and acres of forested land.

"Would it help to play a little game of chase once we get there?" Zion suggested with a mischievous tilt of his lips.

"No!" I blurted out, only realizing I'd shouted when his eyebrows nearly met the hairline of his recent shape-up.

Jesus, I need to chill.

Normally, the idea of my inventus chasing me through the woods before pounding me into the ground would sound fan-fucking-tastic. In fact, there was nothing I loved more than Zion in full supe form trying to breed me, with his knot shoved deep into my guts.

Being gay for lizard dick is the best.

But due to some very unfortunate circumstances, I didn't dare engage in any activities that might bring out my primal side. Not until I could figure out what the hell was going on with me.

This is worse than Lizard Grip Tapegate.

And that's saying a lot .

Even worse was that Zion didn't know anything was wrong, since I'd been too embarrassed to tell him. I honestly felt like a chick getting her first period or something—only half understanding my own body but not wanting to admit what an idiot I was.

Oh, my gawd.

Which one of us is gonna have the period talk with Daisy?!

Maybe I can ask Vi to do it…

"B." Zion's rumbling voice sliced through my distracted thoughts with the same efficiency as when he swam through calm waters.

"Y-yeah?" I kept my eyes fixed on the road ahead, convinced that if I looked at the man next to me, he'd see all the way into my soul.

I already don't trust the inventus bond not to tattle on me…

"Is this about the fitting today?" Zion asked, and my hackles rose as he chuckled. "Because it's not my fault you look so tasty in a tutu?—"

Ugh!

"No, Z, I'm not mad about your bullshit prank today," I huffed. "Even if it totally sucked balls to think I was about to pitch a tent in front of my brother, Simon, and fucking Fran?ois while he fitted me for a goddam skirt. Jesus Christ, dude! The last thing I need is for my family to have more ammunition. I swear to gawd, I will dig a grave and roll myself into it if they find out about the kinky shit we're into. Xanny would probably change my name in the group chat to something like Boner Ballerina —and that would only be the beginning of my torture! Jesus… "

On cue, my phone started blowing up in my pocket—most likely thanks to Gabe sending me funny cat videos until I calmed the fuck down.

If it's not the inventus bond tattling on me, it's the goddamn psychics.

Even drowning in my jumbled thoughts, I knew it wasn't totally accurate to say all my siblings would have a field day with my pretty princess shit. The twins wouldn't roast me, because Gabe was a secret softie, and Dre couldn't care less what anyone else was up to besides Gabe.

Or their scary AF alien inventus.

The one who burned down his own bottling plant…

With Zion trapped inside.

"Beautiful?" All teasing was gone from Zion's voice, replaced by actual concern, but my anxiety spiral refused to stop.

What bothered me the most about this pack of assholes knowing what we got up to behind closed doors wasn't the potential humiliation. It was that what Z and I shared didn't belong to them.

It's mine.

Ours.

Must protect my mate ? —

"Baltasar." Zion's already deep timbre took on a tone my brain and dick took immediate notice of. "Look at me."

I looked.

And immediately wished I hadn't.

My man's pupils had turned reptilian at the hint of a possible threat, fangs lengthening as he eyed me like I was his next—his last —meal.

Why is that so hot?!

Normally, this undivided attention would light me up enough to make me forget everything bothering me. Unfortunately, my very particular problem seemed to worsen when I was faced with the owner of the original Lizard Dick.

Because now I seem to be developing one of my own…

No grip tape required.

A few weeks ago, I'd discovered green scales on my forearms again. They disappeared fairly quickly—especially after watching a few cat videos—but soon, they were showing up everywhere.

And I do mean everywhere.

You would think I'd be ecstatic. The whole reason I got myself into the sticky tape situation was because I'd been dying to know what it felt like to wrap my hand around a scaly dick. Now that my dream seemed to be turning into a reality, however, I was freaking the fuck out.

It wasn't just the idea of turning into a giant lizard—with no control over how and when it happened—but a not so small part of me was terrified Zion wouldn't like me anymore.

He's the Lizard King in this relationship!

I'm just the Lizard… Princess.

"Baltasar Suarez-Salah," Zion full-named me with a growl that made me freeze like prey. "I need you to do some box breathing?—"

"I don't think I can, Z!" I gasped as my chest heaved and my vision started to grow dark around the edges .

What if ? —

"…while those pretty lips are wrapped around my cock."

Oh.

Well, that's a method we haven't tried yet.

It was only then I realized he'd pulled over, and all I could see beyond the driver's side window was an empty road and a dark pine forest.

I must not have hidden my panic at the sight as Zion gently spoke, "We can stay in the car, B. I don't think I would be patient enough to chase you down anyway." He smirked and reached for his zipper. "You're not the only one who has been thinking of you in a skirt…"

When I grumpily huffed, he turned serious again, gripping the back of my neck and hauling me toward him until our lips were only centimeters apart.

"I don't give a fuck what anyone in either clan thinks of what we do," he growled as I melted into his hold. "The only thing that could stop me from claiming you in a tutu is if you wanted me to stop."

Never.

Zion nipped at my lip with his fangs, making me whimper. "Do you want me to stop, beautiful? Or do you love it when I breed that pretty princess cunt?"

Just call me Isabella Frou Frou…

"I love it," I croaked, blindly pawing at his crotch to get that lizard dick in my mitts, stat. "Please don't ever stop."

Don't ever stop claiming me as yours.

When I finally wrestled him free, I was simultaneously disappointed and relieved to find his dick still in human form. While there was nothing that got me hotter than those rocket pop ridges sliding along my tongue—besides feeling them hammer over my prostate, of course—I worried anything scaly at the moment might cause a flare up.

And right now, I just want to give my man some road head.

Side of the road… head…

We'd rented an SUV, but it still took a moment of maneuvering to drape myself over the console and get into position. Luckily, Zion was way easier to take in this form, and I moaned in pleasure as I wrapped my lips around his juicy head, greedily lapping up the beads of precum waiting for me.

All mine.

His enormous hand fell to rest lightly on the back of my head. "All right, B. I want you to breathe in through your nose on the way down, then hold it for a count of four before breathing out on the way up. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Fuck yes, I can!

It actually wasn't the easiest thing to do, but I was determined. If my man wanted a box breathing blowie, I was going to goddamn give it to him.

"Fuuuuck, beautiful… just like that…" Zion groaned—my favorite sound in the entire world—subtly thrusting into my mouth as he tightened his grip in my hair.

His clawed grip.

Oh no…

My lips stretched wider as his girth increased, and the feel of his ridges and scales sliding down my throat made me whine in helpless horniness that erased any lingering anxiety. I'd long forgotten about the breathing exercises as I shoved my hand into my pants to find some relief of my own.

Only to find scales instead.

Instead of panicking or removing my hand, I began to stroke, pulling on my secret lizard dick with an unhinged level of desperation.

"Perfect," Zion praised, his voice catching as he neared release. "That's right… jack that big, beautiful cock so we can come together."

Even without the encouragement—which I drank down faster than I was about to guzzle his cum—there was no stopping this train. My brain might have worried about what Zion would think of my uncontrollable transformation, but my body was all aboard this double lizard dick express.

Choo fucking choo!

Zion slammed me down until my nose hit his knot, snarling as he pumped his cum directly into my stomach. I sobbed around him as the salty taste, the hint of pain, the lack of oxygen, and the secret scales clutched in my sweaty grasp combined to make me explode.

Fuuuuuuckkkkk…

I did my best to catch most of my cum in my palm, but then I started to panic all over again about how I was going to discreetly clean up.

What if it's neon green?

Like… Ninja Turtle ooze?!

Zion growled as he gently lifted my chin and snapped his reptilian gaze to the growing wet spot on my gray sweats. "Let me taste you, B. "

Fuck.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, I withdrew my shaking hand, beyond relieved to see my cum was the usual color.

Even if there's more of it than usual.

Like the hot, primal animal he was, Zion took his time licking my hand clean before pulling me close again for a filthy kiss.

"Feel better, beautiful?" he murmured against my lips before pulling back to better look at me. "Want me to finish cleaning you up?"

"No!" I replied—too quickly, judging by his furrowed brow. "I-I do feel better, but I just want to get to the lake already… so I can get started on the eggplant parm."

Zion's eyes—back to their usual brown—lit up like a kid at Christmas as he tucked himself away. "Well, why didn't you say so? A blowjob and eggplant parm on the same day? Shit. Now I'm never letting you go."

"You'd better not," I muttered, turning to look out the passenger side window as he put the car in gear so he wouldn't see how worried I was about exactly that.

"Never," he murmured happily, taking my hand in his while maneuvering the car back onto the deserted road. "It's you, me, and little D until the end. No matter what."

I could only nod, not trusting myself to speak as I watched the pine trees blur past, praying my unwanted scales would be gone by the time we got there.