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

FORTY SIX

Kivrayn

She runs, just as I knew she would.

I have to take a shuddering breath in and let it out to stop myself from grabbing her instantly. It will be so much more fun if I let her run.

I start a long, slow count to five. Just enough time for her to think I might actually let her get away.

As soon as I see her glance back over her shoulder, I’m after her. My long legs carry me across the tiles faster than her tiny human legs. I’m on her in a matter of seconds.

Loren laughs as I scoop her up, her heart beating hard against the arm that I wrap around her.

I haven’t heard the sound of her laughter in far too many nights.

All my loneliness and anger and frustration are burned up in the heat of my desire for her, just like always. Will she always have this miraculous ability to make me instantly forget everything but the way I want her— need her—under me?

I hope so.

I can’t imagine things any other way.

Of course my contrary little brat wrote one thing in her angry letter and meant another. Of course she expected me to read between the lines. To know .

I can’t believe I failed her again.

I haul her into my bedroom and slam the door, pausing with my hand on the lock. “You’re not my prisoner, but I don’t want anyone interrupting until I’m well and truly done with you.”

Her scent instantly grows richer. “Then lock it but give me the key.”

I do exactly as she asks me, and she takes it from me with an intensely serious look on her face. “I actually came here to give you this.” She holds up a heavy black-velvet jewelry box.

My fire cools for a moment as I realize what it is.

Carefully, I set her down. She doesn’t try to run again.

Taking the box from her, I open it slowly. My mother’s diamond necklace smiles at me from its place on the soft black cushion. I run a fingertip over the long droplet, and my chest fills at the sudden vision. The spread of a fierce longing. A familiar floral scent.

My throat is tight and my eyes sting with unshed tears as a memory of my father fastening it about her neck comes to me. I’m standing behind them, watching the way they smile at each other in the mirror as he does it. I wonder if I’ll ever find a love like that.

When I open my eyes again, Loren is watching me cautiously.

“Thank you.” I can’t muster the words to explain to her what it really means, but hopefully I can show her.

“You’re welcome.” Gently, she pulls the box from my hand and sets it and the key on the nightstand by my bed. Her small hands wrap around my larger ones, and something passes between us. An understanding. A forgiveness. Loren smiles. “Now, weren’t you going to punish me for running?”

Now my fires burn hot again, and my cocks swell in my pants.

I grin. “Be careful or I’ll think you’re enjoying this.”

Loren grins at me as she lifts the hem of her skirt to pull down her lacy black panties and let them drop at her feet. “Oh, whatever gave you that idea?”

The scent of her cunt is ripe, and I know without checking that it’s juicy with need.

Fuck.

I haul her over my lap, sitting on the bed and pulling her with me. She shrieks, but it’s playful.

I run my hand up the back of her thigh.

She shivers.

“You’d like me to spank you, would you, brat?”

Loren squirms in my lap, wiggling her ass for me. I refuse to acknowledge the way my cocks pulse against her belly. I’m certain she feels what she’s doing to me.

Time to even the playing field.

I clasp one full butt cheek, squeezing firmly, spreading her and releasing. Then I give the other side the same treatment.

Loren moans.

“I thought so. How many times do you think you deserve to be spanked?”

Her voice carries all the breathless excitement I could hope for when she speaks. “Ten.”

I hum low in my chest. “You’ll take fifteen and count each one.”

She lets out an uneven breath. “Yes, Sir.”

Without warning, I bring my hand up and let my palm slap the fattest part of her juicy behind. There’s a smack, but she doesn’t wince. “One,” she whispers.

It’s enough to make me purr, if dragons did such a thing. “Very good.”

I give her another and another, and she counts each one, holding her ass in the air, arching nicely for me.

I slide my fingers between her cheeks to delve into her sweetness, and she gasps. I almost groan at the slick wetness of her cunt. “Such a naughty girl.”

“Mhmm. I am. Keep going.”

I laugh. “Bold words, brat.”

She sucks in a breath when I spank her harder, spreading my smacks around her ass so the whole delicious surface deepens in color.

“Six, seven, eight.”

I pause again to tease at her slit. She spreads her legs just a fraction.

I withdraw my fingers. “Oh no, bad girl. None of that.”

She whines in frustration, and I laugh again.

The impact is harder each time. On the final blows, she’s whimpering. I leave my open palm on her ass, rubbing in a soft circle when I’m done.

Loren grips the bedsheets. I can smell how wet it’s made her. “Do you regret it yet? Running from me?”

“Not a bit.”

I’d expect nothing less. A fist in her hair pushes her face into the mattress. This time when I spank her, I’m aiming for her pussy. I don’t go as hard of course. Even so, the impact makes her squirm. “Again, brat? Or have you learned your lesson?”

She says nothing. I can practically feel her wrestling with me and herself.

I spank her again before she’s ready for it. Her pussy is dripping, her inner thighs damp.

“Wider,” I tell her.

She obeys. She lifts on her tiptoes to push her ass into the air, spreading her legs wide.

I spank her pussy again and she cries out.

It’s becoming harder and harder for me to hold back. What I really want is to delve inside. To soak my fingers in her wetness. I find I can’t resist any longer.

Loren lets out a muffled groan when I give her the first finger. Her little cunt tightens around my digit.

In answer, my cocks throb in my pants. God she’s gorgeous, my cheeky human mate. Delicious around my finger, perfection around my cocks. I pump her pussy with increasing strokes until I’m fucking her roughly. My hand moves frantically. Loren’s legs tremble.

With a gush, she cums faster than I had anticipated, wetting my thighs.

The sensation makes me groan. My cocks ache to be free.

“Stand up and remove that dress. It’s in my way.”

She obeys me instantly. It’s never a problem to get her to do what she already wants to do.

“Clean my hand.” I hold it out for her.

Her lips wrapped around my fingers send bolts of pleasure straight to my balls. When she sucks and licks them, seed rises in my cocks until it feels like she’s milking those with her mouth.

“Enough,” I growl.

Her look of satisfaction brings a smile to my face despite myself.

“Come here.” I breathe my fire into her and then pull her in for a hungry kiss. I love the way she steps back slightly dazed when I release her.

“Get my cocks out. They’re yours to use as you like but tell me this time when you’re about to come.”

Her pupils dilate. She nods quickly. Loren makes fast work of my zipper and button, releasing my cocks, which spring into her waiting hands.

I lean back, giving her room to straddle me, not bothering with the rest of my clothing. She climbs into my lap, lifting up and taking both cocks in her small hand, having to squeeze them together to even reach around the tips. “Can I take both? Please say I can have both.”

I suck in a breath. “Both in your cunt, Loren? You know what that means?”

She nods again, expression serious. “I know. I want to be yours. Will you claim me?”

The next breath is full of heat, and I have to be careful that actual flames don’t shoot from me as I exhale. “You know I’ve been waiting. There’s nothing that would make me happier.”

“Not even if I stopped being such a brat?”

I shake my head as she notches one at her entrance. “You know I like your sass. ”

“Not even if you could magically turn me into a good little plaything?” She slides down over me and it’s all I can do not to grab her and pull her all the way down. Good lord, she feels amazing around my cock, even when it’s only one.

Loren gives me a few long strokes, then lifts off again. “Not even then?”

She grasps both cocks and brings them to her entrance. I want to stop her, to help her prepare, but my little headstrong human knows what she’s about. “Not even then,” I tell her gently. “You are the perfect plaything for me. And you have turned me into your plaything already. So take what you want from me.”

She grins, lowering herself onto me. For a moment, her mouth falls open. She struggles to fit me inside. Then her body relaxes, her head falls back. I slide deeper as her pussy stretches around me. Then she presses all the way down and braces on my shoulders.

We breathe in together for a long moment, both lost in the sensation.

Then her eyes snap open again, and she lifts her head and says in a shaky voice, “Is it OK if I come again? I’m not sure I can help it.”