Monsters Under Mistletoe

7. Still Qualifies

Chapter 7

Still Qualifies

D illian’s mouth met Cait’s with hot urgency. While he had managed to show some restraint for their first kiss, now there was a raging fire inside him that could not be contained. His tails and wings were wrapped around her, the dragon instinct to protect and possess his female kicking in. His cock was so hard Dillian expected it to punch a hole through his briefs. Cait’s hand rubbing him over the thin fabric was not helping matters.

Her cute little moans and his groans were mingled into one, filling the chamber with the evidence of how much they needed each other. He was running out of air, but he wouldn’t stop kissing his Cait. Not when this kiss could be the last one she gifted him with. Dillian had to pour all his feelings into that single kiss, so his forever mate would not want to leave.

Cait drew back first, gasping for breath. Her face nuzzled into his neck. “This is not the end of our kiss,” she panted. “It’s a…”

“A pause?”

She looked up at him. A naughty smile was dancing on her lips. “Yes.” She nipped at his chin. “This is me pressing play.”

She started kissing her way down his throat, nails scraping along his pectorals, teasing skin and scales alike.

“Fuck.” If Cait stayed on her downward path, Dillian might combust then and there. For as much passion as there had been between them in Edinburgh, never had they made love with his glamour lifted. And her sweet kisses on every red and golden scale of his chest showed him she accepted him for the half-dragon he was. Without the magic. Without the mask. Just him.

When her fingers slipped under the waistband of his briefs, Dillian’s primary tail looped around her wrist. “That’s enough.”

Cait paused and arched an eyebrow. “I wasn’t done with our kiss.”

“I’m not stopping the kiss. I’m taking control of it.”

She squeaked as he scooped her up in a heartbeat. With his treasure nestled in his arms, Dillian headed for his backpack. In record time, his dexterous tails had his blanket out and spread on the floor. Then, in a fluid move, Dillian laid Cait on the plush surface and covered her small frame with his large one.

Her gaze up at him was filled with excitement. “What do you have in mind, Dillian?” she asked, voice husky.

He smirked. “A kiss is a touch on the lips, mon trésor . My mouth on your pussy thus still qualifies as a kiss.”

A pleased smile spread across Cait’s lovely features. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

With joint efforts, they had her free from her clothing and underwear. Dillian resisted destroying her panties, but barely.

Cait spread her legs under his hungry gaze, enchanting in her confidence. “Kiss away,” she said, like a pharaoh making her needs known. No shying away from demanding what she wanted.

His forever mate, indeed.

Dillian’s primary tail went around her ankle, spreading her legs further for him to dive down and take what was his. His secondary tail slid up her body to go play with one hard nipple.

Her back arched and a needy moan escaped her when Dillian resumed their kiss. An answering growl sounded from the back of his throat. Oh, Fire God, how he had missed his Cait’s taste.

“Dillian…”

He looked up to find her eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. “Yes?” He gave her pussy a long lick.

She gasped, and her body strained against his hold. “No teasing. I need you.”

“No teasing.” He winked. “Just kissing.”

“Dill–Ahh!”

Dillian smirked as he began rubbing her clit. At the same time, his tongue, longer than a human’s, delved inside of her to explore. His secondary tail alternated between flipping her nipples and giving her generous breasts a squeeze. He would have Cait coming on his tongue as many times as she wished before sunrise.

Dillian pushed two fingers in her welcoming heat and sucked on her engorged nub. She grabbed him by the horns and screamed as her climax swept her away. Her pussy rippled around his thick digits.

“Fuck, Cait.” He kissed her inner thigh. “I nearly spilled in my briefs.”

“Yeah?” she panted.

He met her gaze over her delicious body, made even more tantalizing by the torchlight, and adjusted himself. “Yeah. Your taste, your mews of pleasure, your hands on my sensitive horns…”

Her lips curved. She ran the tip of a finger along one horn. “How sensitive, exactly?”

He planted a kiss on her mound. “You’ll find out. Later.” His secondary tail traced her curves while his other tail’s tip ran up and down her thigh teasingly. “Now, tell me. How shall our kiss proceed?”

“Like you said, a kiss is a touch on the lips.” Mischief danced in her dark eyes. “That big cock of yours against my lower lips? Still qualifies as a kiss.”

That got a greedy groan out of Dillian, and his wings unfolded. Only his Cait could make him lose his iron dragon control.

He moved over her until their bodies were perfectly aligned but not touching. Not yet. “Is your sweet little pussy ready for me?” he whispered over her parted lips.

Cait hooked a leg over his hip. Bringing their lower bodies in full contact.

Dillian took her lips in a hard kiss. At the same time, he tore his briefs off with his claws and pulled a condom out of his backpack with a tail. He had always been good at multitasking.

Now he would use that ability to have Cait screaming his name. Again and again.