Fired by my Grumpy Dragon (Grumpy Monster Bosses #3)

FIFTEEN

Loren

I don’t know what possessed me to walk up to Kivrayn at the bar and sit next to him. I’m enjoying myself, though, now that I’m here. The enormous scowl on his face is making my night far better than I had anticipated.

Ha! Of all the bars in all of London, what are the chances?

I finish my second drink and I’m buzzing with energy. Strangely enough, I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in the last few weeks even when I’ve been out with friends. It’s just too delightful pushing all his buttons. The more I drink and the more I see what an effect I have on him, the more I’m encouraged to do it.

I can’t believe I never saw how much fun this could be before.

I call the bartender over and order another drink, but Kivrayn interrupts. “She doesn’t need anything else right now.”

“Excuse me, jerk features, that’s not your call to make.”

The bartender raises an eyebrow and waits for my response. “Ignore him,” I tell her. “I find that’s the best policy.”

She’s laughing as she turns to make my drink .

Surprisingly, Kivrayn says nothing. He does nothing when the bartender puts my martini down in front of me and as I tap my card to pay.

Then he snatches the drink and downs it in a single gulp.

“What the fuck!?”

He sets the glass down meticulously. “I told you, you don’t need any more right now.”

My mouth drops open and I’m right back to hating him. “I just paid for that.”

Before he can stop me, I reach over and take his drink, dancing out of his way when he reaches for me. I screw up my face when I take a big gulp and the whiskey burns all the way down my throat. “Ack! I can’t understand how you can drink this shit.” I take another big swallow, and just to illustrate my point, I screw up my face into an ugly grimace.

Kivrayn snatches his glass back and finishes that drink too. “You’re a menace, Carandang.”

“Ha!” I’m feeling a little dizzy. The room spins a little as I sit back on my stool. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Kivrayn calls the bartender over, and I grin when I think he’s about to order another round. Instead he orders water and pushes the glass toward me. “Drink.”

I scowl. “No.”

He mutters something under his breath which sounds like, “Of course not.”

I laugh. “You know, you really do need to get laid. Maybe that might help dislodge the pole up your ass.”

He glares at me. “You’re welcome at any moment to leave and let me get on with my evening. ”

“Nope. Not gonna happen.” There’s a pause while I try to make eye contact with the bartender, but I think she’s ignoring us. I really need another drink. “I really need to get laid too,” I tell no one in particular.

Kivrayn’s brow raises. “Gorilla boy not keeping you satisfied?”

I scoff. “Erik? I can’t fuck him. I’d break his heart.”

“You’d break him .” It’s said under his breath as a deep rumble, and it skitters all the way down my spine.

He’s not wrong. I like it rough and nasty. I don’t think Erik has a rough, nasty bone in his body.

Kivrayn, though...

It’s got to be the alcohol, but my mind goes back to that kiss. To the way he grabbed my neck and took what he wanted. Which is exactly how I like it.

Kivrayn’s nostrils flare. “What are you staring at me for?”

“Because I don’t have enough alcohol.” I finally get the bartender to come over again and order another drink. There’s a delicious buzz at the corners of my vision, and I know if I stand up, I’ll feel how tipsy I am.

She makes me a rum and coke—I’ve hit that point—but gives me a look that says this will be my last drink for a while. Kivrayn sighs, but doesn’t try to take this one, so I sip it slowly, watching him. He is back to glaring at me over his scotch.

“I bet you’re rough and nasty.”

“Excuse me?” His glower gets blacker.

“In bed. I bet you don’t hold back.”

A puff of smoke curls from his nostrils and his wings flex behind him. “I wouldn’t hold back on you. No. ”

Oh that shouldn’t give me shivers. It does, though. Big ones that tremble through my pussy right down to my toes.

“Is that what you need to shut you up?” he asks.

Usually I’d be fuming at a statement like this, but right now, with the alcohol in my system and his smoldering look fixed on me, I’m burning up for a completely different reason. “Good luck trying.”

He stands, pushing aside his drink and taking a step closer so I have to look right up at him. “Say that again, Loren.”

Oh why does it make me wet to hear him say my first name like that, low and deep and all... possessive? I keep my eyes on him as I say through my grin, “Good luck trying to shut me up.”

He grabs my arm. He’s not gentle, but the pinch of his grip excites me. He yanks me from my stool and onto my feet, and holds me as I sway a little. “Last chance, Carandang.”

I blink up at him. God he’s so much taller. “Last chance for what?” My brain has gone a bit fuzzy. In fact, I think it’s throbbing somewhere between my legs.

“Last chance to tell me no. Or I’m going to find out exactly what it takes to shut you up.”

“You’ll have to try harder than that.”

With a growl, he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me out of the bar. I don’t know if I should be more offended that no one tries to stop him, but I’m sure my laughter probably puts them off. My head is spinning too much to do anything but laugh .

I don’t know what I’m expecting. This isn’t it, though. Once we’re on the street, Kivrayn hails a cab and puts me inside. He gives the driver directions to a hotel, presumably the one he’s staying at, but when I go to ask him if he’s being serious, he snakes a long arm around me and clamps his hand down over my mouth.

I’m instantly on alert. My nipples harden into peaks, and I have to fight the urge to moan into his palm. “You’ll have to try harder than that,” I say around his hand, just to wind him up.

His other hand is rough on my leg as he pulls it over his thigh, spreading me wide. I’m wearing panties beneath my skirt, but the cool air on my pussy tells me just how wet they are.

I try to squirm, but he has me pinned. I wait for him to slide a hand beneath my skirt, but he doesn’t. He just leaves me there like that, spread open and gagged.

“What is wrong with you?” I whine. It comes out as a muffled moan and he only laughs darkly.

The cab ride feels like it takes forever. If the driver thinks anything about our strange behavior, he sure keeps quiet. I should be more alarmed about people in London and their ability to overlook a woman apparently being kidnapped by a dragon in the middle of a public place.

Kivrayn yanks me out of the cab and pays the driver. I sway on my feet, looking up at the tall tower of the hotel. Somehow I know that Kivrayn’s room is the one on the very top.

I’m not wrong. He drags me by the wrist to the elevator and selects the highest level. As soon as the doors close, he slams me back against the wall and holds me there by my throat. “You’re such a little brat, aren’t you, Carandang?”

“And you think you can tame me?” I scoff.

There isn’t even a flicker of amusement in his expression. “I know I can. And you’re about to find out I’m right. A good lesson for you to learn.”

His other hand drops to my thigh and works its way up, up, right to the seam of my panties. By the time his fingers graze my mound, I’m practically vibrating with need. Not that I’ll admit to it. I hold perfectly still, keeping my gaze fixed on his.

I don’t know whether it’s good or bad that we have such a long ride. It gives him time to cup me roughly over the fabric of my underwear, just enough to heighten my awareness.

God, as if I need any more of a reminder of how much I want him. It’s shameful when he’s such a jerk. Only he’s all the right kinds of arrogant and somehow it works.

Well, my pussy thinks so anyway.

The elevator pings and the doors open. He pulls away suddenly, leaving me reeling.

I hate how affected I am by him. But he has me curious. I follow him to the door of his room without being told or dragged, and when he holds it open for me, he’s smirking like he already won the war.

We’ll see about that.

No sooner is the door closed behind us than he yanks me back against his firm, hot body, hand back around my throat. Everything in me wants to melt into his touch, but I fight it. I have to fight it, don’t I? He can’t win this easily. I still spread my legs in a silent plea when he pushes up the skirt of my little black dress. I’m not disappointed this time either. Kivrayn’s fingers slip beneath my tiny thong and straight through slick pussy lips, delving deep into my wetness. He chuckles as he feels just how wet I am. “Not so mouthy now, hmm? Is this what you need?”

I have to lift up on my tiptoes to talk. “You’ll have to. Do better. Than that.”

His grip tightens.

My head spins.

“Your safeword, Carandang. What is it?”

I laugh.

His hand tightens more.

“Don’t fuck around or this stops. Red to end it. Tell me you understand.”

I’m not laughing anymore. “Yes,” I agree. “Red. Won’t need it.”

Suddenly, one on either side of my clit, his fingers push with the exact amount of pressure I need to drive me out of my mind. My mouth falls open, but no words come out. No sound comes out at all. Only a silent scream of pleasure as Kivrayn pinches and teases my clit in firm, efficient motions that waste no energy and have me instantly spiraling toward a certain climax.

I moan as he works me faster, forgetting myself for a moment. It’s hard not to let him know how good this feels, though. I need this so badly. How long has it been since anyone has touched me this confidently? This skillfully?

In a matter of moments, he has me gasping. It helps that his hand around my throat is cutting off my air just enough to make things interesting. I can breathe if I lift on my toes, but I don’t want to. I want to sink into him and let him take control and work my body just like this.

For a moment, I use my hands as leverage on his strong forearm to lift myself. “Oh god. Why are you so good at this?”

Kivrayn nips at my neck. “Shh. Do you never stop talking?”

“Not if I can help it.”

He spears two fingers into me and fucks my pussy with them in short, violent thrusts.

Oh fuck!

My pussy clenches around him as my pleasure goes into overdrive. Moisture gushes over his hand and drips down my thighs. I shudder, right on the very edge of an orgasm I know will be the best I’ve had in forever. “Yes, yes. Fuck yes.”

Kivrayn stops. “Well that didn’t work.”

I gasp as he drops me, pushing me roughly to the floor. Collapsing forward on my knees, I try to catch my breath, but I can’t. My pussy throbs in anticipation of the orgasm that never happened.

I sob.

When I look up, he’s standing in front of me, unzipping his trousers to remove not one, but two thick, spiked cocks. My mouth drops open as I imagine all the possibilities.

Kivrayn slowly removes all his clothing meticulously, placing each item aside carefully while I stare, unable to drag my eyes away.

Then he steps closer. Roughly, he grabs my chin and tilts my face up .

When he leans down, I think he’s going to kiss me. Instead, he sort of breathes into my mouth. The air he gives me is flaming hot, and I cough in surprise. My body sizzles with a sudden heat and energy.

“So I don’t burn you,” he says as he straightens. Both cocks in hand, he slaps my cheek with them. “Open wider. You’re going to swallow both of these, one after the other, and let’s see if that shuts you up.”