Chapter 3

Lyla

I t was so brazen. So wildly inappropriate. So unexpectedly hot. I'd tried to keep my eyes off him during the yoga. But he was big and impressive. It was getting difficult to ignore the wetness soaking my panties. My brain warred with itself. Part of me wanted to say yes and lay down for him there and then. Let them all see. But human sensibilities ruled the other half. Gods, what was wrong with me? I pulled myself together and pasted a neutral expression on my face.

"What's your name?"

His shiny blue scales shimmered in the light, and a scent of honey and bonfires washed over me. I took a moment to look him up and down properly. Mostly up, as he was so much taller than me. He was a full dragon. Four thick legs and separate wings. Ridges ran along his snout and up his face to join eyebrow ridges. Two small nose horns, like the ones on a rhino, gleamed as his head moved. Yellow eyes glinted at me like fire. Warmth radiated from him, along with power. I had no doubt he could be extremely dangerous if he wanted to be. Despite that, I wanted to snuggle into his warmth.

"My name is Falkon Dragorlian of the Dark Western Skies."

I stared at him for a moment, and then a snort escaped me. Embarrassment instantly washed over me. I wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

"Sorry! Sorry, that is just quite a name."

"My sire liked tradition, and dragon traditions can be a bit pompous."

He smirked with amusement. My body relaxed a bit as I realised he wasn't offended. Offending a humongous dragon probably wouldn't end up well for anyone, let alone creatures as vulnerable to fire as humans are. Then I tensed again when I remembered that I was the one who was meant to be offended.

"Well, be that as it may, you can't just go around saying you want to… claim people the moment you meet them!"

My hands flailed as I spoke.

"Perhaps I have veered too far from tradition?"

"Yes, I think you have."

His eyes glinted playfully.

"Well then, let me revert back to tradition. Dear maiden, I doth believe thou art the sun of my heart. Please, may I court you?"

I laughed again, but my heart skipped a beat at his declaration. It was still too full on for someone I had just met. But the draw I felt to him was undeniable.

"Better."

"Is that a yes?"

His eyes bored into me now. I felt like he was turning me inside out and leaving no part of me unexposed.

I didn't have time to think or make sense of what was happening. My answer was as clear as anything had ever been.

"Yes."

The bell rang, signalling the end of the session. My heart sank. I was completely off balance, but I didn't want our time together to end. Just being near him made me feel full of energy and ready to take on the world.

"Are you allowed to visit me? In my cell?"

"Not really. But I can call you for private yoga sessions if you would like?"

"I would like that."

A guard ushered him away. He glanced back at me before he left and my heart thudded in my chest. I waited until the courtyard was clear and then let myself fall to the ground with a thud. What was I doing? Was this it? I knew that I would have a monster for a mate. But I'd never imagined one as inhuman as this? A dragon? Did he breathe fire? Was I actually going to fuck a dragon?

I sat for a while, letting the wind whip my hair about. I didn't even know anything about dragon anatomy. He hadn't been wearing clothes. But there were no obvious genitals. Could we even have sex? Also, he was huge.

I ate lunch as quickly as I could and then excused myself to the prison library. I dug around until I found a compendium of dragons and took it into the corner where no one could see me. It was like being a teenager looking for the dirty parts of books and trying not to get caught. But I hadn't had any dirty thoughts. It was impossible when I didn't even know how it would work.

The part on dragon reproduction was right near the end. I let the book fall open and stared at it. Text surrounded a massive diagram showing the dragon had a discrete opening in which his cock stayed most of the time. The cock itself was incredibly thick. It wasn't straight; it curved, making some parts of it thicker than others, leading into a tip that flared into two separate points at the end. Ridges ran along the top and round bumps along the bottom.

My core was getting warm. It was impossible that it would fit. But part of me wanted it to so badly. Somehow, the differences to human bodies made it more attractive. I slammed the book closed.

I'm an absolute freak.

A bead of sweat dripped down my back. I didn't even sweat like this during my hardest runs. But here I was, all a fluster over a dragon. A walking on 4 legs, animalistic dragon.

I glanced around. There wasn't anybody nearby, and I was sitting at a table. I opened the book again. I could just reach down, and no one would know. My hand wandered down to my pants and crept under my waistband. Voices echoed from across the room. I whipped my hand out and closed the book again. What was I doing? I'd met a dragon that might be my mate less than an hour ago, and now I was losing my mind.

Calm down, you lunatic. Get through the day and then think about the giant dragon cock that will rip you apart at bedtime.

Focusing on anything today was going to be fun.