Chapter Two

Ayelet

I went with him.

Not my normal modus operandi, but how could I help myself? This man, this dragon’s magnetism called to me. My gazelle was much louder and more eager than he’d ever been, although I knew he was not my mate. But there was no rule that said I could not sleep with him. If I wanted. My past experiences had me choosing not to have one-night stands anymore, but I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried.

And I didn’t try.

Not at all.

I followed him in my own car to his hotel and into valet parking. There was probably an alternative, but it looked like the kind of fancy building where nobody parked their own cars, or, if they did, they had assigned spaces. Handing the keys to my leased car to the attendant, I tried to act as if I did it every day, but the guy’s steady scrutiny made me think he was judging me and finding me less than wealthy.

Fair enough. But since I’d never see any of these people again, what difference did it make? Magnus and I strolled casually across the lobby, but once the elevator doors slid closed, we fell upon each other with the hunger that had been building since we first set eyes upon each other. The dragon’s fire came out in other ways than the shifted creature’s flames.

His mouth held banked heat as his lips closed over mine, and I glided my hands under his shirt, wanting more of him, wanting to feel his skin and know if it was hotter too. I couldn’t tell, exactly, but it certainly set me alight. I moaned, parting my lips and licking at the seam of his until he parted them and let me in.

Stroking the inside of his mouth, I tasted the drink he’d had at the club and a faint hint of smoke. Could he produce flame in this form? And if so, should I be concerned?

No…concern was left behind at the door. My non-mate was stepping out of the elevator. When did the doors open? And why did I have so many questions tonight? This was a single night with someone. I already knew more about him than others I had similar experiences with and while that should be waving a red flag, I brushed it aside. Nothing was making me give up this night. Tomorrow, we’d both be gone and that would be fine.

I followed Magnus into the biggest hotel suite I’d ever seen. Not that I had a whole lot of experience but when I traveled for business, my company put me up in nice places. This one seemed to take up half the top floor of the hotel and offered stunning views from floor-to-ceiling windows.

But I didn’t look at them long because he took my hand and towed me into a bedroom with a king-sized bed. Clothing fell to the floor around us so fast it was almost like it happened on its own, but of course it did not. I wanted to be with this man, and while I preferred to top omegas, his energy was so strong, I had been very serious about bottoming.

Magnus unbuttoned my slacks and pulled them down, bringing my underwear with them before falling to his knees in front of me. Watching my face the whole time, he grasped my eager, throbbing cock and brought it to his lips, rubbed it over them. “I have to taste you.”

And then he did, and my eyes rolled back at that extra heat I’d detected when he kissed me. It was probably only a degree or two higher than normal, but that made all the difference. I braced my hands on his shoulders, breathing harsh, and choking out encouragement as he took me deep in his throat. “Yes, please, like that. Ohhh.”

I tried to shuffle back a little, wanting to brace my legs on the bed, but the dragon wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me in place, sucking, licking, and biting until my balls pulled tight and my cum poured down his throat. He swallowed, taking it all and then leaned back and looked up at me again, a pearlescent droplet of cum on his lip.

So. Hot.

Then the fierce dragon I would never see again after tonight turned me to face the bed and laid his palm on my back, urging me into bending over the edge and then stepping back. I heard his clothes, what remained of them, hit the floor then the snap of the cap of a bottle of lube. Such a distinctive sound but one I’d only heard a couple of times.

With an omega, they brought their own lubrication. This dragon had lube? He was prepared to fuck an alpha.

Me. I was the alpha.

Then slick fingers prodded at my butthole, working inside and stretching me, preparing me for him. “Thank you, dragon. I haven’t done this very many times and I might be too tight.”

“I like tight. And I have to apologize in advance if I’m too… Well, I’ll be careful.”

Oh no. What did I get myself into? I glanced over my shoulder and felt the blood leave my face. That monster was going inside me? My not-quite-virgin asshole quivered.

“Shhh. I will make it so good for you, Ayelet. Just relax.”

Easy for him to say. I was the one about to be skewered.

“Sure. It’s fine.” If I didn’t die from pleasure or being split in two.

And then his fingers were gone, replaced by the broad head of his cock.

“Press down, Ayelet. It will help me get in.”

I tried to do what he said, but nerves were getting the best of me, and then, despite myself, he was working his way past the muscles at the entrance and I let out a cry.

“Am I hurting you?” His voice was breaking, and he held still, unmoving, waiting for my answer.

“Yes, but don’t stop. Ever.”

“I’ll do my best.” He retreated until only the head remained then he thrust forward again. And again. Speeding up. His drives were rubbing my cock against the bedding and the impossible happened. I soiled the sheets with a second orgasm right before he spurted his hot juices into my body.

He did not knot, not in an alpha, but we still lay together, panting and regaining our ability to breathe.

“Can you stay the night?” he asked.

“Only until about five because I have a flight to catch.”

“Then we’ll have to make this night count.”

Yes, we did. And then I left and boarded my flight and flew away sad but practical. We weren’t mates. It was just a great lust-filled night with a nice guy.

No more than that.