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

TWENTY TWO

Loren

I walk into the bar at 8:30 p.m.

Tonight I have on a green wrap dress in a stretchy, slinky material that clings to my curves and means I also chose to forgo underwear. Pretty sure the guy with the neat cut hair and the collared shirt in the corner can tell I did too. I see his jaw basically hit the floor.

Too bad he’s not my type.

No way he’s mean enough.

Ignoring him, I make my way to the bar and hop up onto one of the tall stools. I look around as much as I can without making it seem as if I am doing it, but I don’t spot Kivrayn. I’m a little disappointed, but there’s still time.

I order a gin and tonic and sip it slowly, trying to take in the rest of the patrons. I have to admit, there’s no one very interesting. There’s a couple in a booth on the far side, sipping beers. They ignore me and I ignore them.

My clean-cut admirer by the door is still watching, which is really more trouble than it’s worth. Then a tall, broad-shouldered guy walks in with a shorter, hairier friend. The friend is a werewolf, I’m almost certain. Once you’ve met a few, you can spot the way they move, like—well, like a wolf on the hunt .

Tall and built is something else, though. Not a wolf. I don’t think so anyway. But there’s a flash of orange from his eyes as they reflect the light when he turns. He’s got to be a shifter. I’m still wondering when he leaves his friend at their table and walks slowly over to stand next to me.

I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he orders two beers. He’s even taller than I thought, though not quite as tall as Kivrayn. His long wavy hair is gathered into a half knot and the back flows loose over his shoulders. When he leans one forearm on the bar, I notice the way his muscles flex.

The bartender must be looking at them too. That, or something else distracts her. She fumbles with the card reader and almost drops his card, but he reaches out and snatches it from the air quick as a flash. Definitely a supe.

The bartender blushes. “Thank you.”

“That’s quite alright.” He gives her a wink. His Irish accent is soft and seemingly in contrast with the rugged look of his outfit—flannelette shirt and scruffy hair and beard.

He might do for tonight. At least if he’s some type of shifter with claws.

“Werecat?” I take a stab in the dark. It’s as good a way to open a conversation as anything.

Tall and built looks over at me. “Guess again.”

I look him over. The way his shoulders are practically bursting from the sleeves of his shirt and his deep, rumbly voice. “Bear?”

He gives me a slow smile and takes a sip of his beer. “Why d’you ask?”

“Just curious. ”

There’s a pause. I wait to let him speak, conscious that he’s probably the sort to expect to make the first move. After another moment, though, he gives a little grunt, as if to show the exchange is over. “Better be careful, sweetheart. Don’t you know curiosity killed the cat?”

Taking his beers, he walks back to the table to join his friend.

I frown. He didn’t seem disinterested. Maybe, like most people his size, he assumes I can’t handle him. Well, he couldn’t be more wrong. I hate when people dismiss me because I’m short and Asian. Yeah, they don’t say it, but despite all my confidence, people take one look at me and put me in a box.

That’s one thing Kivrayn doesn’t do. I did not get the sense he held back at all the night we fucked. Probably why I came so hard.

Well, I’m not ready to give up on the best option in the bar. Not tonight.

Tonight I need to be pinned to a mattress somewhere having my pussy destroyed by a huge hard dick. Or two...

Fuck.

I order another drink, and when the bartender brings it, I take it across to the shifters’ table. “Mind if I join you? It’s pretty lonely traveling alone.”

They exchange a look, but the wolf slides over on his bench seat to make room for me.

“You’re ballsy,” says the bear. “Not many humans would come and put themselves at our table.”

I lift my drink and take a sip. “Well then, they’re missing out, right? Are you guys from around here?”

The big shifter shrugs. “Close enough. Tell me what we’re really doing here, sweetheart.”

I give him my most innocent look. “Can’t a girl just come chat to a couple of strangers in a bar?”

He chuckles. It’s a pleasant sound. I’m finding him more attractive the longer I talk to him. Or maybe that’s just my hormones talking. I’ve been wound up all day.

Trying not to remind myself of why, I lean forward across the table. “Seriously, what does it take to get you guys to give a girl a bit of attention?”

The wolf shifter beside me finally speaks. His accent is local. “Oh, you’ve got our attention, love.”

I smile. “Good. I wonder if I can keep it long enough to persuade one of you kind gentlemen to show me the local sights later.”

“Only one of us?” asks the bear.

My brows lift. I hadn’t considered that option. Maybe this will turn out better than I’d hoped. “Oh, it could be both. It could definitely be both.”

There’s a pause. Finally the bear shifter nods. “Well I think that could be arranged. I hope you’re not in a rush. I’d not like to let good beer go to waste.”

I shrug. “I’m in no rush. I’ll go freshen up.”

Instead of leaving my drink at the table, I take it with me, throwing the rest back as I head toward the bathroom. I leave the empty glass on the bar.

This night might not be such a bust after all. Of course, I’m still annoyed that Kivrayn didn’t want to fuck me again. No guarantee even two guys—supernatural or not—will be able to make me feel the way he did last night .

I’m just about to push open the door to the ladies’ room when a firm hand closes around my wrist. “Two cocks? You should have told me what a needy girl you are. I’d have given you two last night.”

I try yanking my hand from Kivrayn’s grasp, but he’s too strong. Of course that makes my pussy flutter. I ignore it. I’m annoyed that he was able to sneak up on me like that. “Pretty sure I did tell you. So, are you going to fuck me?”

“And I told you, I’m not fucking you again, but if you need me to stop you making a bad decision, I can do that.”

I’m about to reply that he could have saved us both the trouble of coming here, when he pushes me back against the wall. Wedging his knee between my thighs, he towers over me. “You won’t be fucking either the bear or the wolf tonight. You won’t be fucking anyone. But this wet, needy cunt needs satisfying, doesn’t it?”

I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off.

Kivrayn captures it in a kiss before I can. He devours my words and my lips. He slides his tongue into my mouth and forces his thigh higher until it’s pressing against my pussy. His hands are everywhere. On my ass, bracing against my shoulders, tweaking my nipples through the slinky fabric of my dress until it pinches. The sensation travels right through my core and straight to my clit.

He lifts his leg, pinning me to the wall, raising me to my toes. God the pressure.

I can barely breathe. I don’t want to breathe. I want him to consume my air as well, choke me, force me to accept the rough invasion of his cock .

Instead he pulls back, fist closing around my hair, tipping my head back to look at him. “If you need to come, little brat, then come.” To demonstrate what he has in mind, he grabs my ass and rocks my hips, rubbing my bare pussy against his leg.

I moan.

Why does that feel so good?

Fuck, what has he done to me? I whimper with need as he keeps going, forcing me to fuck myself on his thigh. When he stops, I continue, unable to get hold of myself. The rub of the smooth fabric against my needy pussy isn’t quite enough, but I’m desperate. I need to come. Need to feel a finger or a thick cock filling my pussy, helping me get there. He gives me nothing but his leg and the tight pull of his fist in my hair.

Just when I’m starting to think it won’t be enough, he twists my head to the side. Then his mouth descends so his next words are whispered against my ear. “Come for me, needy thing. Fucking come.”

I gasp as the feeling overtakes me. My body bucks against his. My thighs tighten. My pussy trembles. Pleasure gushes from me and I’m certain I’m making a mess of his dress pants.

He doesn’t seem to care.

He isn’t finished when the orgasm fades and I can breathe again.

“More,” he growls. His hand returns to my ass.

Before I know it, I’m rolling my hips, grinding on him, and chasing another hasty, desperate orgasm. A little whine bursts from me, and he smothers it with his hand over my mouth.

“Shhh. You want those shifters to come in here and see you humping my leg like this? I’d have to kill them.”

I’m too far gone to think carefully about what he says. I can only ride his leg to another and another shaking climax.

Finally his hand on my ass clamps tight and holds me still. “Enough.”

“No. More,” I whine.

I’d move if I could, but he has me pinned. I’m not done.

He steps back, and I think he’s going to leave me like that. Instead he shoves a hand beneath the hem of my dress. His low chuckle vibrates in my ear when he discovers I’ve got no panties on. “Naughty girl. It’s like you were just begging for it tonight, weren’t you? In heat.”

As he says this, he slides a thick finger deep inside, and I can’t answer.

I can only cling to his shoulders as he curls and rubs and draws more pleasure from me than he has any right to do.

I’m digging my nails into the tailored shirt he wears, scrabbling for purchase. If I could, I’d climb him and wrap my legs around his waist. Beg him to just fuck me.

Please, fuck me .

Another finger joins the first. He pumps them into me over and over while I moan around his other hand.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he whispers.

He’s right. The slick slide of his fingers in and out of my hole is audible, even with the music of the bar in the background.

“Please. ”

“Please what, Loren?”

“Please, Sir. Please fuck me.” I can’t believe how quickly he’s reduced me to this. A quivering mess. His fingers are clever, rubbing me in all the right places. But I know they’re nothing like having his cock inside me. My pussy squeezes his hand as I remember the full feeling of him. And that was only one!

“Please.”

He growls. “You’re fucking dangerous. I shouldn’t be doing this. But I want you to remember how sweet it can be when you’re a good girl.”

Quickly, he unfastens the fly of his trousers. He fists his lower cock, bringing it to my body.

I don’t need to be told twice. I wrap my legs around his hips as he lifts me. Then he’s lining himself up, helping me slide down over the hard hot flesh that fills me so perfectly.

We both groan as he sinks to the root. His powerful body feels wrapped around me, not the other way around. He looms above me, hands planted against the wall, hips pinning me in place.

Then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he pulls back and slams into me again.

Fuck!

He sinks so deep he hits my cervix. The pleasure is spiked by an edge of pain. Claws dig into my ass as he grips me to thrust again.

Again and again, he gives me those slow, brutal thrusts until I’m whispering nonsense, begging him to fuck me properly. “Oh, please. Please, please. ”

Finally, he gives into my demands. Deep forceful thrusts turn to shallow desperate ones.

He growls as I squeeze my pussy around him.

Neither of us speaks any longer. Instead he stares into my eyes as I try to hold back my orgasm for one more second. Wanting to savor the feel of him inside me as long as I can. This might be the last chance I get.

His top cock rubs up and down against my clit while he fucks me. I’m so close to the edge it’s unbearable.

A firm hand around my neck makes me shatter.

Kivrayn plunges into my pussy as I clamp down around him.

I scream.

I’m sure everyone in the bar can hear us by now. I don’t care.

He curses. Hot breath sears my cheek. With a cry, he unloads into my pussy.

The orgasm rips through my body, and by the time it’s over, I’m shaking.

The splatter of come on my belly is still hot.

Kivrayn lowers me to my feet and withdraws, and there’s another warm gush of moisture which trickles down my leg.

He reaches between us and gathers it on a knuckle. Then lifts his fingers to my mouth.

I open.

He feeds his come to me on his fingers, and I moan again. The taste is sweet and spicy. His expression is fierce.

He waits until I’ve licked every drop from his hand. Then he pulls my dress down and zips up his fly. “Fucking dangerous,” he mutters under his breath .

He leaves me standing there with a pussy still slowly dripping, and he turns and walks out of the bar.

I look for him when I’ve composed myself enough to come out of the ladies’ room.

He’s gone and so are the shifters.