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

TWENTY SEVEN

Kivrayn

The mating bite has done something to my brain.

I swear, a day ago, I would never have been thinking how cute she looks all wrapped up in multiple blankets strutting around like a tiny queen to inspect the guest room of my hotel suite.

The way she gives it her begrudging approval, as if this is the sort of place she should have been staying in all along, does strange twisty things to my insides.

Perhaps it is me who is getting sick.

I shake my head, trying to clear it. It does nothing about the filthy images running on a loop through my mind.

Images of me pushing her face into the bed while I fuck her. Of holding her in my lap, teasing her pretty cunt with my fingers until she begs me to stop or give her more. Of waking her up straddling her and fucking her face.

My next breath out contains a huge plume of smoke that has nothing to do with her finding every goddam button of mine and pushing it.

She leaps up on the bed—and I mean leaps, since it’s so tall and she’s so tiny. “You didn’t even let me pack an overnight bag or anything. Rude.”

“What would you have packed that I can’t provide for you? ”

“What if I want pajamas?”

“I will have someone bring you some. What kind do you typically wear?”

She laughs. “I usually sleep naked.”

Fuck me. How am I supposed to retain any semblance of sanity under these conditions?

“Then I fail to see the problem. Lie down. Do not exert yourself. Humans heal slowly, but perhaps if you sleep, that will speed the process.”

She gives me a strange look. “Kivrayn, you’re not actually worried about me, are you?” Then she begins stripping off the clothes she put on before I flew her here, which is highly distracting.

“No. Yes! I don’t know.” I run a hand through my hair, trying to remember what we were talking about. Will my cocks never be soft again? I palm them down with a curse and turn away.

I expect laughter. When I hear none, I cautiously turn back again. “What?”

She is tucked beneath the covers, and they’re pulled up to her chin. This feels as close to safe as I will get tonight with her beneath my roof. “Well, it’s just, I think you’ve got a weird way of showing it, but it’s nice to know you care.”

“I don’t—” I let my breath out slowly. I’m not going to stoop to lying. “Fine. I wish I didn’t, but there it is.”

She laughs. “And there you go, spoiling it again. You should try being nice once in a while. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, you know.”

I shake my head at the stupid human saying. Then I make myself leave the room and close the door behind me. I do not need her to draw me into an argument when she should be resting. Recovering.

I pace to my own bedroom, going to the bathroom and bracing my hands on the sink to glare at my reflection in the mirror. I’ve never considered myself especially grouchy or unpleasant to be around. If I’m a bit prickly recently, it’s because there’s been a lot on my mind.

Well, no. There’s been virtually only two things on my mind: getting back my mother’s necklace and Loren.

If I’m honest, it’s mostly been Loren.

I’ve been under a lot of pressure. No wonder I’ve been a bit touchy.

I sigh. I’m not even fooling myself. I suppose I could try being a bit... nicer.

Would that make her less stubborn and petulant? That seems unlikely. Though if I consider it, I’ve recently seen glimpses of a woman who is fun and playful rather than willfully abrasive as I always thought.

Perhaps it really is me who is the problem?

With a grunt of self-disgust, I start the shower and climb into the water. It hisses as the cold water hits my scales, and then I relax as the water warms to match my body temperature.

What has happened to me? I swear I used to have self-control.

What am I supposed to do with a mate I do not want? A mate I can’t keep, but can’t keep away from?

I wash hastily and shut the water off, rubbing myself viciously with the towel. I should try to sleep myself. I’ve had next to none recently, spending my nights curled up on the roof of Loren’s hotel. Only now that she’s in my suite, I can’t relax either. I get to the door of my room and catch myself. I will not go back out there and talk to her, or sneak into her room and watch her while she sleeps.

I will not.

I lean my head against the door and shut my eyes and will myself to stay where I am.

I last about thirty minutes that way. When I emerge into the living area, I expect Loren to still be awake. There’s no way she’s actually done what I told her and gotten some sleep.

But creeping toward her room, I hear no sound and there’s no light peeking from beneath the door.

I turn the handle slowly and push the door open. As soon as the light from the living area falls onto her face, she sighs. I freeze. Her eyes are closed and her expression is as serene as I’ve ever seen it. Her lips are slightly parted. She lays on her back with one arm splayed out over the bed beside her head.

She continues sleeping, and I can’t help creeping closer to stand over her. She’s so soft like this. Soft and achingly beautiful. With the back of my knuckle, I brush a strand of hair from her cheek. Her face turns toward me, and she lets out a long, contended breath.

Of course I didn’t bother to dress, so as my cocks begin to grow to full size, it’s impossible to resist stroking them down and up, remembering the feel of her pussy.

I’m like a teen again, frantically rubbing my cocks every moment that I get. I can’t seem to help it .

She turns, pulling the covers down to reveal one peaked nipple.

Fuck.

I long to circle it with my tongue, to suck and bite and torment it until she begs for mercy.

I’m stroking faster now. Pleasure builds. My ragged breathing fills the silent room.

I don’t notice at first. I’m too focused on my fist around my cocks. The squeeze of turgid flesh against turgid flesh, the slide of foreskin against slick glans.

When my gaze drifts from her perfect breast back to her face, her eyes are open.

She watches me.

The smile on her lips widens. A gleam of blunt white teeth.

My knees buckle. What is this feeling?

Loren pushes the covers aside completely, revealing her to be just as naked as I imagined.

I growl.

How is it possible to need her again so soon?

I know, of course. The fire will build until I stuff her full of both my cocks and give her the mating seed.

I can’t do that.

I fall onto the bed, pushing her legs apart, sucking at her neck with fevered kisses.

Beneath me, Loren groans. Her back bows. Her pussy is sweet and wet and welcoming.

I don’t even take the time to see to her needs. I simply plunge my fingers into her long enough to ascertain that she’s wet enough to take me.

After that, I yank her toward me, fist my lower cock, and sink deep inside her.

She claws at me with rounded nails that do nothing to my scales. “Oh fuck!”

Bracing myself over her with one hand, I push her knee to her ears and slam into her again.

I’m supposed to be letting her rest. Didn’t I bring her here to make sure the bite I inflicted on her heals properly? The last thing I should be doing is using her small body so ruthlessly once again today.

Yet I can’t seem to stop.

I plunge into her over and over.

Loren holds my gaze and never once looks away.

Somehow that’s more intimate than being inside her. More intimate than all the dirty words I’ve said to her. The silence and the looking into each other’s eyes. Our bodies racing to find a climax we reach together.

Somehow I manage to keep my top cock from her body. To keep myself from stuffing her full and making her mine irreparably. Making her feel the mating bond like I feel it.

Thank god.

As our orgasms hit, my fangs ache. I twist my head away, staring at the wall to resist the urge to do more damage. Moments later, she spasms around me, and I know she’s coming.

Pressing down over my top cock mimics the squeeze of having both inside her. Thankfully it’s enough.

I grunt as I release my own pent-up pleasure. It gushes over her belly and deep inside her cunt. It feels less than satisfying, but at least the fierce urge has dulled. I collapse beside her, suddenly weary.

“What was that about?” She rolls to look at me, not bothering to wipe herself clean, which I like far too much.

“You said you wanted a fuck buddy while you were in London. I was listening. It seemed foolish to waste time when you’ll be leaving soon after Jenny sells the collection to me.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” she says. There’s no fire in her tone, though. Only soft laughter.

I would continue the argument, only my eyes are drifting closed, refusing to obey me. I should go back to my own bed, but I’ll just rest here for a little while until I’m recovered.

She’s milked the soul right from my body today with how many times I’ve come for her.

A dragon just needs a minute to catch his breath.