Monsters Under Mistletoe

8. One Hell of a Kiss

Chapter 8

One Hell of a Kiss

D illian pulled away from their kiss, and Caitlin let him. But not before she nipped at his full bottom lip.

“You’re playing with fire, Cait . Literally,” he warned, voice low and growly, as he sat back on his heels to open a condom package.

“And you’re taking too long,” she said through a smile. She propped herself on her elbows and ogled him unabashedly.

The swirling horns at the top of Dillian’s head curved slightly backward. The leathery wings spread in their full glory. The yellow scales along his arms, chest and happy trail glinting like gold in the torchlight. The massive red cock between his thick thighs pulsing under her gaze… Dillian with his glamour on was sexy as hell. Dillian’s true form? A work of art.

“Give me that.” Caitlin pushed up into a sitting position and sat on her heels in front of him.

Eyebrow quirked, he gave her the condom. She felt his eyes on her while she was sliding the rubber down his impressive girth. Dillian hadn’t glamoured his cock up on their first night together. He was truly XXL-sized, and then some. She rubbed her thighs together at the memory of being impaled on that monstrous cock.

“Like what you see, m ’ òr ?” he whispered in her ear. “It’s all yours.”

She gave his shaft a squeeze and watched his fangs sink into his bottom lip to bite back a growl. “Mine and mine alone? Forever?”

Dillian met her gaze squarely, no trace of mischief in those golden depths. “Forever.”

Caitlin climbed onto his lap, sitting on his heels as he still was, and slid her pussy lips along his cock. “And if I say no to being your mate?” she demanded to know.

His fingers sank into her ass cheeks possessively. He pulled her closer and helped her move against his shaft. “I’ll still be yours. No other female will ever touch me. It’s you or no one, Cait . ”

Damn. Her heart might have melted.

Caitlin cupped Dillian’s face and pulled him down to her lips. His wings closed around her as he devoured her mouth in a kiss that left them both gasping for air.

Enough waiting. Caitlin guided his pulsing cock to her entrance and with his help, she slid down his hard length inch by inch, moan after moan, until she was stuffed full of Dillian. They both groaned and went still, upper bodies pressed together, lower bodies locked in one, wings closed around them both.

“You good?” he whispered, sounding strained.

“So good. Don’t hold back.”

Those words unleashed the dragon. Dillian cupped her ass and began moving her up and down his cock. At the same time, he pumped his powerful hips up to meet her halfway. His deep and hard thrusts had her seeing stars. His wings stayed around her, making her feel precious to him. Treasured.

Caitlin couldn’t get enough. This was what she wanted. This was what she had been looking for. Forget the special spark: what Dillian ignited in her was an all-consuming blaze. No man could compare.

Then one of Dillian’s tails joined in on the fun, and any thoughts evaporated from her mind. Between him nibbling on her neck, her nipples getting friction against his chest scales at each thrust, and his cock hitting her g-spot every single time, Caitlin was on the verge of a shattering orgasm. And when that spade tip started teasing her asshole, she fell apart. Harder than ever.

“Dillian!”

He roared out his release a moment later, cock pulsing deep inside her. He kept Caitlin in his embrace, with his arms, wings, and tails all wrapped around her, until they both came down from their high.

“ Cazzo ,” he cussed in Italian as he rested his cheek against hers.

“Yeah…” She heaved a sigh of contentment. “That was one hell of a kiss.”