Julie
Lawrence doesn’t live far away, so we walk to his place and go inside. He pours us each a glass of lemonade. I down my quickly. He sips slowly, watching me.
“So,” I say. “Nice place you’ve got.”
“She was right, you know.”
“What?”
“The entire ‘mate’ thing. Nicole was right.”
“Was she now?” I raise an eyebrow. “Which part, exactly, was she right about? That dragons believe in having one true mate or that you think I’m yours?”
“Both.”
We look at each other for a long minute, then I set my glass down slowly. He follows suit.
“Does that scare you?”
“No. Say it again.”
“You’re my mate, Julie.”
“How do you know?” I shake my head. “Is it just some sort of weird dragon intuition? You barely know me.”
“I know more about you than you think.”
“Prove it.” I’m feeling feisty, but it’s fine. I know he can handle it. We can handle anything. The invisible rope tugs at my heart, pulling me to him. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m standing in front of him. My hands are on his chest. He’s still naked, but I don’t care. I’m not uncomfortable with this situation at all. Should I be? Yes. I’m not.
“You’ve been through hell,” he says. “You question your judgment of people because you were hurt so deeply. Now you’re wondering what else you’ve been tricked about.”
Bingo.
“You want to believe you’re my mate because you feel something between us, too. It’s not just this raw power or heat or passion. There’s something else. There’s something binding us to each other and if you leave now, you can go on to live a satisfactory life in a satisfactory city with a satisfactory job, but you’ll always wonder.”
“What will I wonder?”
“What if you’d taken the leap?” He asks.
And then I leap.
Without hesitation, without waiting, without thinking things through, I jump up into his arms and I wrap my legs around Lawrence. He kisses me instantly, pulling me close, holding me tight.
He doesn’t say a fucking word. He just kisses me like he means it, like I need it. We both need it. There is no more holding back, no more questioning this, no more thinking. There’s just passion and need. There’s just him and me and this moment.
I wrap my arms around him, pressing my body tighter to him. I need to be closer. Just closer. I reach for him, kissing him, owning this moment because I’ve been waiting for something like this my entire life. I just didn’t know it until now.
Lawrence moves, carrying me from the kitchen. I think he’s going to head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, but instead, he brings me to the living room, places me gently on the couch, and starts pulling my clothes off.
I kiss him as his hands tug at my shirt and pants. Somehow, he doesn’t seem to break the kiss even as he undresses me, and before I know it, I’m naked on the couch. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my chest. I reach for him and Lawrence moves onto the couch with me. He runs his tongue over my skin and my heart soars.
I feel full.
I feel complete.
I feel like no matter what happens next, everything’s going to be okay because me? I was brave enough to fucking try. I didn’t sit around feeling sorry for myself after my relationship soured. I didn’t lay on the couch watching sappy movies or wondering what I did wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong. My mistake was getting into a relationship with someone who didn’t care about me.
Now I know better.
Now things will never be the same.
His hands are everywhere, but so are his lips, and I close my eyes. Lawrence is incredible. He’s sexy and smart and interesting. We had an incredible time talking last night and I feel like when we chat, our banter is just really fun and interesting.
We’ve only just met, but the connection I feel with him is strong enough to make me think there’s something to this mate thing.
“Julie,” he whispers.
“Lawrence.”
“I want you.”
“I want you, too,” I reach for him, pulling him close again. I kiss him, silencing him. He nips at me and pulls away. Then he strokes my cheek softly.
“Are you sure?” He whispers. “We don’t have to do this now, princess. We can slow down. We can take things slow.”
“I’ve been taking things slow my entire life, Lawrence. I’m ready for the fast lane. I’m ready for you.”
He bites my neck then, running his hands up and down my sides. My body fills with tension and pleasure as he moves over me. Lawrence makes me feel like I am a dragon princess. He might be the one with the wings, but in this moment, I swear that I’m soaring.
He thrusts inside of me, filling me. His lips never leave my skin as he makes love to me on the couch. It’s not rough or crazy or porn-staresque. It’s just us. It’s him and me and it’s everything I want.
It’s everything I need.
He kisses me over and over again, playing my body like he’s done this a thousand times before and as he touches me, hope fills me that we will do this a thousand times after. Lawrence really is my dragon dude. He really is incredible. And he makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
He reaches for my breasts, bouncing them in his hands before he teases my nipples. My body clenches, tightening around him. He groans, and I run my hands down his back before squeezing his ass and pulling him tighter, closer to me.
“You’re so fucking good,” I whisper, murmuring into his ear.
“You’re so tight,” he counters, thrusting into me again.
“Fuck,” I groan, and now I run my nails down his front, down those perfect fucking abs. I wrap my legs around him more tightly, forcing him deeper into me. “More,” I whisper. “More.”
He thrusts harder, faster, whispering to me as he makes love to me in the middle of his living room. He tells me how happy he is, how good I feel, how much he wants this, how much he needs it. He’s not only really fucking hot and good in bed, but his mouth is fucking delicious, too.
“Your pussy feels so damn good,” he tells me. “I can’t wait to taste you. I want to taste all of you,” he says.
“I want to taste you, too, baby. I want to get on my knees in front of you and just savor that fucking dick.”
“Yeah?”
“When I saw you in the woods…” I start, and he smiles.
“You fucking looked, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Naughty girl.”
“I think you liked it,” I stroke his cheek, and he nips at my finger.
“More than you know,” he tells me.
“I want to taste you now,” I whisper.
“Next time,” he smirks. “Your pussy feels too good, princess. I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Me neither,” I groan, closing my eyes as he fucks me harder, deeper.
We’re both so close, right on the edge. We hover there for a minute before I bite him on the neck, hard, and that’s all it takes.
We topple over the cliff of pleasure together, as one.
“Julie,” he whispers, filling me. “My mate.”
“Your mate,” I agree, because I accept it. I want it. I need it. I’ve been searching for something. I just didn’t know it was a dragon man who could take me to the stars and back again. I hold Lawrence for a long time, pulling him close to my chest, holding him tightly because I know that whatever comes next, we’re in this together.
Me and my dragon mate.
Together, we can do anything.
Together we can conquer the world.