Cruel Daddy Dragon (Candara Dragon Ops #3)

Chapter 29 - Sarah

Everyone’s in mixed spirits when we leave the cave. Cyrus leads in total silence, frowning hard as he walks. Lena and Julie have grouped together, in high spirits with the relief of being able to stay in their home. Kaius moves by their side, and while he doesn’t say anything, he seems to be in a good mood, arm slung around Julie’s waist and occasionally taking the time to lean down and plant a kiss on her hair. Evander, Orion, and Milo have clustered together, and while I’m not listening to their conversation, I get the impression that Evander and Orion have a grim outlook for the future—and while Milo is a little worried, he’s a bit more hopeful. Rufus is by my side, but I’m too busy observing everyone else to pay attention to him. Not until we get to the edge of the forest, which is when he stands in front of me.

“Hey,” he says, “so… are you going home, or are we going to Miller Mansion?”

“Oh.” I’ve barely thought about it, “I don’t know. If we think the danger’s passed, then home, I guess.”

Rufus looks over and calls:

“Cyrus!”

Cyrus looks over his shoulder, and everyone else pauses as well.

“Are we safe to separate to go home?”

He thinks for a second before he answers:

“I’d say so. After the battle yesterday, there hasn’t been a hint of Eclipse, so they’ve probably gone off to lick their wounds,” he answers, “Since we have a date for their next large attack, then I haven’t got many concerns, but keep in contact, Rufus.”

He looks among the others.

“That goes for all of you.”

Everyone nods. Rufus looks at me.

“Shall we go home, then?”

I smile.

“That sounds great,” I answer.

He then swoops down, and weightlessness takes me. I yelp, and before I know it, his arm is underneath my knees, the other around my shoulders, carrying me in his arms. Rufus spreads his wings and starts carrying us both home.

***

Once we get to my house, Rufus keeps carrying me and walks through the doorframe with me still in his arms.

“There we go!” he laughs, “That’s what married couples are supposed to do, aren’t they? Only you weren’t awake last time, so I don’t think it counts.”

I laugh back. He leans down and places me on the ground.

“Ugh,” I sigh lightly, “I’ve been at Lena’s since the attack the other day! I appreciate that you guys are trying to keep us safe, but I seriously need a shower!”

“Oh, do you, now?” Rufus purrs.

I didn’t even realize how that sounded until it was out of my mouth, but suddenly, Rufus is standing so close to me, giving me a wicked grin.

I know what that grin means, and a sweet heat starts beating in the pit of my stomach. I smile widely.

“Yes… you probably need a shower, too, after your own battle, right?” I ask.

“You know,” Rufus says, “I might just need a shower.”

He sweeps forward, and I feel his hand wind around my waist. I hear myself give a light shriek of delight as his strong arm turns me around. His lips press on mine. I deepen it, truly savoring the taste of his lips.

Mm… I’m never going to get over that tasty, spicey flavor…

But before the kiss can get much deeper, Rufus pulls away.

“Let’s get to the shower before we forget,” he purrs.

I laugh. He’s right; if we start, we definitely won’t stop just for the sake of a shower. I slide my hand down to his and link my fingers through his. I lead him into my bathroom.

My bathroom is… very much for one person. It’s designed for a singleton, and as I close the door, Rufus laughs.

“Cozy, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

“Yeah.” I smirk at him, “If we’re not careful, we might end up bumping into one another.”

“Oh, no! ” Rufus replies sarcastically.

I reach forward and turn on the shower. It crashes down like I’ve overturned a bucket of nails onto the tiled floor. I never noticed how noisy it was until Rufus practically has to shout at me to be heard:

“Is it always that loud?”

“Uh… yeah,” I say, “And I have to run it for a while to get hot water through. It’s an old house; what can I say?”

But then Rufus smirks.

“Good,” he says, “That means we don’t have to keep quiet!”

With that, he reaches down to the hem of his shirt and pulls it up over his head. For a long second, I just take the second to run my gaze under his picturesque abs. I have never seen a man so perfectly shaped—it’s like he’s been carved by a master sculptor, like an interpretation of a Greek god. Every peak and valley of his chest is like a thing of imagination. But even in my most lewd dreams, I don’t think I could have come up with a man so sexy. And yet he’s here, right in front of me. Ready for the touch.

That chest heaves, and I hear him laugh.

“Officer, are you ogling me?” he chuckles, “My eyes are up here!”

“I’ll look at your eyes later; I see them all the time,” I answer, staring at his chest.

“Sheriff, that’s not professional!” he cackles back.

“Oh, shut up!” I laugh back, “I don’t have to be professional about it when I’m off duty! Besides, you love it!”

Rufus chuckles some more and then steps toward me.

“Are you going to return the favor, then?” he purrs.

I crack a smile and start unbuttoning my own shirt. I can feel his jade eyes beaming on me, watching every motion of my fingers as I slip every button loose. As I look up at him, I shrug my shirt off. His eyes move down to my cleavage. It’s my most sensible black bra, but he bites the corner of his lower lip and looks at me with a hooded gaze like it’s the most erotic lingerie he’s ever seen.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

A warm heat crawls over my face, and I don’t fight the blush—or the smile. He steps closer and leans his head down to my chest. I just let him rest his head on top of my boobs. His face is so warm on my skin. Stray hairs are tickling my face, and I lean my head down on his silky ginger hair.

I’ve never felt such soft, luscious hair on a man. Maybe I should ask what shampoo he uses.

His hands start wandering, and I feel his hands skim over my skin to my back. He slowly unhooks my bra, and I lower my arms forward to let the straps fall off my arm. He leans back and lets my bra fall. Rufus smiles. He places his hands on my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs gently running circles over my nipples.

A lightning bolt of pleasure crashes up my body, and I gasp. I end up standing on my tip-toes, arching toward his touch. The anticipation for sex starts crackling through my body. My heart starts hammering hard in my chest.

Oh! Yes! Keep doing that! I want you so much!

My hands snap forward and start undoing his belt. Or trying to—I’m almost trembling in anticipation, and his damn belt gets caught in my hands before I can undo it. I struggle with it for a long few moments, even yanking hard at it a few times before the buckle finally starts to unlatch. Rufus just laughs lightly for a moment but doesn’t make a move to help me.

“You’re eager,” he murmurs.

I manage to wrench it loose and start pulling his pants down with the same rough eagerness. He springs free, his cock already standing to attention. I cup him back, and Rufus shimmers against my gentle touch.

“So are you,” I reply.

I run my hand slowly up the shaft, just touching the bottom of the head. He gives a light whine of desire. Then, I slowly drag my loose fist down his dick again. He’s already moaning lightly at the back of his throat but breaks off to whisper:

“Wait.”

“What?” I ask

His hands leave my boobs and rest on my bare shoulders.

“Is the shower warmed up yet?” he whispers, “We’d better get in before we forget about it. The point was to have a shower!”

I laugh and let him go. I turn and run my hand underneath the running water. It’s very warm by now, and I nod at Rufus. I whip off my own trousers and then step in. As the warm water flows over my body, I sigh. I didn’t realize how gross I felt until I feel that grime running off me. I duck my head under the torrid stream and run my hands through my hair. I feel a lot fresher already, and I feel Rufus’s chest press against my back. He rests his head on my shoulder, and I feel the water start running over his head instead of me. I keep relaxing under the shower. His arms loop around my waist and tighten. The water runs warm and slick between us, feeling like it gets even more hot as it runs down our bodies. It’s so comfortable, the pair of us wrapped up together, being rained on by the soft, warm water. I could stay here forever, just Rufus and me…

“Ah! This is perfect! ” I sigh contentedly.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it!” Rufus chuckles, “But you’re hogging all the water!”

One of his arms leaves me, and then he says:

“Let’s swap!”

“Oh, do we have to?” I ask.

He laughs again but then just kind of eases me away from the shower, putting himself into the stream of water. Compared to the heat, the bathroom air is freezing; I shiver, goosebumps on my skin. But then, his burning hot hands start rubbing over my body. He’s got a slick feeling over his hands.

Like lube.

The thought comes before I can stop it, and a shiver of arousal passes through me. I look as he squirts more shower gel into his palm. He then reaches forward and rubs the shower gel over my chest. I sigh in arousal and let my head roll back. Rufus’s hands rub over my breasts, lathering me up, and sharp shots of pleasure start rocketing down me. A small groan leaves my lips.

“Mm,” Rufus purrs, “I love that noise you’re making.”

I laugh breathlessly. His hands keep running over me, tracing a finger down my spine, his hands running over my buttocks.

“Give me your leg,” he murmurs.

I lift my leg up, and his hand holds under my thigh, his other hand running up and down my calf and the inside of my thigh, soaping me up. He lets go of my leg and then takes the other leg and does the same. Every time his fingers drape over me, my skin tingling like static rolling over my body. I just lean into his touch, his warm hands brushing up and over me.

“All right,” he purrs, “Now we can swap back.”

I laugh breathlessly, and we shuffle back. As the water runs over my body, the soap running down the drain, I hear Rufus do the same. I turn around and step backward out of the water as a soaped-up Rufus goes under the shower head. I’m standing on the edge of the shower, but it’s worth the discomfort to see Rufus under the water. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back. He runs his hands through his long ginger hair, dark brown in the moisture. Him, reaching his hands behind his head, stretching his chest out, slick white soap running down his shapely body.

Oh, who could resist?

I reach my hands forward and place them on his chest. He gives a little laugh, but it becomes a moan as I caress my hands down his abs. As soon as the soap is out of his face, he opens his eyes and grins widely. Rufus suddenly ducks down, and I feel both of his hands underneath the backs of my thighs. In one smooth motion, he lifts me up. I give a little giggle as he carries me, hitching my legs around his waist. He steps forward and braces me against the wall of the shower. A sharp cold spreads over my back, but his hot, wet body presses against my front. He holds me there for a second—I’m already gasping.

Then, he rests his body against me and slides in—one slow, smooth motion. I stutter a moan. My body wraps around his cock, grateful for every inch he gives me. Sharp bolts of pleasure crash up and down my body from inside. The orgasm is already coming—I’ve been waiting for it. He grips the back of my thigh, fingers sinking into the fat of my legs, keeping me still as his hips start to buck. There’s a nearly painful tingling of pleasure as he slowly pulls a few inches out and then thrusts inside, followed by a sudden crash of sensation through me. A moan pushes out of me every time he thrust—pleading without words, my screams of pleasure getting higher and higher with every movement of his cock.

I arch into him. Pleading. Moaning. My hands claw into his back.

“Ru—Rufus! Oh! Fuck! Yes!”

He groans a throaty sigh into my ear. His teeth close in on my neck, pinching my skin. The dullest throbbing pain spreads through me—I cry out.

He growls. He starts thrusting faster, moving faster. I’m starting to moan louder. I’m beating in sensation. It’s building, rising in me. My eyes roll back. It’s coming. I’m coming.

Oh—oh, god! Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes! Rufus!

It explodes in me. White hot pleasure crashes through my body. I howl in pleasure, and Rufus catches his breath for a second before he groans in his own orgasm.

It slows. I feel the last of the cock movement, twitching inside me. It all slows, and I melt against him, completely spent. His heart is hammering in his chest, and I can’t tell if the slickness between us is water or sweat. He heaves a few heavy breaths and then puts me down again. I stumble and fall against him. He gives a breathless chuckle.

“Are you okay?” he pants.

“Sorry,” I murmur, “My legs won’t work!”

Rufus laughs a throaty laugh. He snuffles his face into my neck and kisses it.

“Good to know,” he chuckles, “That must have meant I did a good job.”

I laugh and rest my head on his collarbone. I’m fighting for breath, the tiredness of a good orgasm flowing through me. He plants another kiss on me.

“I love you, Sarah,” he purrs to me.

“I love you too,” I murmur back to him.

Rufus presses his face against mine.

“You want to dry off and go to bed?”

I plant a kiss on his neck.

“I don’t think I want anything more.”

He snuggles his head into me. When he does, it makes everything feel all right. Like everything’s going to be okay. When Rufus rests against me, everything’s right with the world.