Chapter 9

NINE

Samantha

I wake up and try to stretch, but something is wrapped around me from behind, and something large is firmly lodged in my pussy. As I shift around the sheer size of it, I feel the hands on my hips grip me harder, and warm breath in my hair. The events of the night before play through my mind, and I wiggle, trying to get away, but the hands keep me firmly in place.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to blow my load right away," Evander says, his voice husky and desperate.

Sheer horniness overcomes me, and I feel myself getting wet. I bounce my ass against him and he takes a sharp intake of breath then begins to fuck me from behind. It's good, oh so good.

My eyes close. My nipples harden. He plunges into me over and over again. Harder and faster. Each thrust filling every inch of my pussy until I orgasm. Pleasure explodes through my body making every hair stand on end. I work myself against him harder and harder, moaning, as I ride the waves.

His mouth finds my throat from behind and begins biting and sucking so hard that it makes my pussy tighten, and another orgasm explodes through me. I'm whimpering, riding him like crazy, trying to catch my breath and stop my racing heart all at once.

When he comes, it's hot and sticky. As a human, I can never remember being this aware of cum, but either his is more and warmer, or my instincts are just sharper, because I can feel it coating my insides. And I like it.

His smell washes over me, mingling with my own. There's something possessive about it, something that makes me feel like this man owns me now, and I kind of like the feeling.

Then he pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back before climbing on top. I look up into his dark eyes, and if I thought his scent claimed me, it's nothing compared to the look in his eyes. My nipples ache with arousal. He pushes his hard cock back inside me and begins to suck on my neck again, biting here and there.

I relax, and he begins thrusting. My legs wrap his back, and I'm lost to the incredible sensation of him inside me. This man, he sure as hell knows what he's doing with his cock.

"Does he fuck you like this?" he groans against my neck.

I tense.

"I know he doesn't fuck you like I do."

I grasp his shoulders. "Stop."

He thrusts harder and harder, and I feel myself building to a climax. My pussy is soaking wet. My muscles are tensing around his long, thick cock.

"He's going to know who you belong to today," he murmurs, then sucks my neck harder.

Fuck! He's marking me! That's why he's marking me! "You ass!" I pound on his shoulder, but my legs tighten around him, and I meet his thrusts with my own.

My orgasm hits me. Hard. And my vision waivers as stars dance in my vision. I feel his hot cum sliding inside of me, making my orgasm even stronger.

Then he collapses on top of me, and we're both breathing hard.

"You marked me to make a point to him!" I accuse.

He turns his handsome face to me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your non-boyfriend should know who you were fucking all night."

I pound his shoulder with my fist. "You were only here because you were hurt. You seem fine now, so get out."

His eyes darken. "Come on, you're not done. That pussy of yours needs more."

I shove at him. "Get off and get out!"

He thrusts into me a few more times, still hard, and I have to hold back a moan of pleasure, before he pulls out and sits up. "We both need a shower. Maybe we could just–"

"Out!" I say, angry and feeling betrayed.

He shrugs and stands, and it's impossible not to be mesmerized by his muscular body. The man is absolutely beautiful. "It's better the non-boyfriend knows now rather than later. It'll hurt less."

"You don't have any idea what you're playing with," I tell him, nearly shouting.

He stops and studies me for a minute. "You really care about him, don't you?" After a second, his jaw clenches, and he dresses with angry movements. Then heads for the door, but just before he goes he stops and says, "You know I'm not going to let him have you, right?"

I'm about to argue, to say I'm not sure what, when he walks out the door without looking back.

Furious, I rise and go to the bathroom mirror. Sure enough, my neck is covered in marks. Marks that were clearly made by someone's mouth. There are even teeth marks.

"That bastard!"

Deciding to get back at him in the best way I can, I turn on the shower and do everything I can to scrub his scent off of me and out of me. I know he likes it when I smell like him, but not any longer. He doesn't get to just try to do anything he can to ruin things between Aydan and I. That's not his right.

Evander and I are dragons. So much between us is simply because we're dragons. I can't even seem to separate anymore what my dragon is feeling versus what I'm feeling. Some part of me isn't even sure I'd like, or trust, Evander without the biological component of all this. But Aydan? I know I love him. I can't let Evander ruin that for me.

As I turn off the water, I look down and watch water running down my stomach. I touch my flat stomach, getting an image of a big pregnant belly as I think about all the unprotected sex I've been having lately. The birth control shot should still be working for a few more months. I just hope it works against dragon babies.

It has to, right? Right. I have enough to worry about.

I dry off, then try to find something to wear that will hide my marks, but there's absolutely nothing. So, I put on a tanktop and steel myself for what's about to happen. For Aydan's reaction. It's not going to be good.

And the worst part? I understand it. I understand that the man I love, who loves me, doesn't want to share me with someone else. He doesn't want to be turned away from my door with another man in my bed. This thing with Evander is just going to keep hurting him until I come up with a solution.

A solution that seems impossible.

I have a sinking feeling in my gut as I head toward the cafeteria. I try to think of possible excuses for my throat to have fresh marks, but I'm not going to lie about something so obvious. Aydan is simply going to find out that after we had sex, I had sex with Evander. What he chooses to do with that information, I have no idea.

The doors to the cafeteria slide open, and I freeze in the doorway. At one table, Granger and Aydan are eating. A few tables down, Evander is there with his own breakfast. There's no one else in the cafeteria.

All eyes turn toward me, and I make a beeline for the buffet of food, even though I'm not at all hungry with the weight of all the stares on me. When my plate's piled high, I turn and start to head toward Granger and Aydan but pause when their gazes move to my neck. Knowing there's about to be a fight, and that I don't want any part of it, I stop at the closest table and set my plate down.

Aydan is on his feet in an instant, storming toward me. Granger is at his heel, like he honestly thinks there's something he can do to stop Aydan when he gets like this. I just wait, knowing the storm is coming, and also that there's nothing I can do about it.

"What the fuck?" Aydan growls, gaze glued to my neck.

"Listen," I say, holding up a hand. "I know. I'm sorry. But I did tell you things were complicated–"

"He did that to you?" Aydan asks angrily. "Did you fuck him too?"

Evander's smug voice comes from behind him. "Several times, non-boyfriend."

It's like the air is sucked out of the room as Aydan whirls around. Every muscle in his body is tense as he storms toward Evander. The other man slowly rises, like he doesn't have a care in the world, but his calm demeanor is deceiving. He's expecting a fight. But more than that, he's been waiting for a fight.

"Aydan!" I call after him, rising to my feet.

"You're nothing but a piece of shit. She doesn't want you. It's just biology!" Aydan shouts, inches from Evander's face.

Evander smirks. "I don't really care as long as her biology keeps her begging for my dick."

Aydan punches him. Evander barely moves, because he's a damn dragon now. We're stronger. We heal faster. This is not an even playing field.

Almost faster than I can follow, Evander punches Aydan, and he goes flying, slamming into a table, snapping it in half, and leaving Aydan on top of the broken table. He's grabbing his face as blood runs from his cheek, and I run to his side, kneeling down beside him. His face is twisted in pain, and he's breathing hard, but he struggles to get up.

"Stop! Don't! You're hurt!" I say, practically begging him to stay down.

"I'm f-fine," he grits out, climbing to his feet.

But this time, I stay between them. "Stop. Seriously. It's enough!"

"If he wants to try to hurt me, let him," Evander taunts.

I whirl around. "You're a dragon! You're stronger than him, you know that! What you're doing right now is cowardly and wrong."

"He hit me first," Evander says, eyes flashing.

"You were taunting him." I turn back to Aydan and grab his arm. "We're leaving. Now."

"You're not going with him," Evander says, sounding truly surprised.

Looking back at him, I glare. "Try to stop me."

I tug Aydan along, and to my relief, he comes with me, Granger at his heel. Some of his anger seems to fade with me now at his side, but I know this isn't over yet. The door to the cafeteria opens, and I glance back to see the hurt in Evander's eyes before the door closes once more.