Selena

I grunted at his command to turn around. I wanted to stay like this and let him violate my body anyway he pleased.

Lance tucked a hand under me and flipped me over. He caged me with his hands and bent to kiss my mouth. “You still with me?” he asked.

I touched his torso. His scales softened under my palms as I moved my hands over his shoulders and gripped the small horns sticking out of them. I took in the sheer size of his shoulders, his indigo scales, the strange, flattened ears, and the dragon eyes pinning me under him. “I’m with you.”

Lance got a pillow and put it under my bottom, then knelt back on his heels. His muscles flexed as he stroked his bigger dick. I wanted both of those inside me, and I told him so.

Lance pushed my knees up and ordered me to hold them. I did.

The tip of his bottom dick felt warm at the entrance of my ass, and I watched it stretch my hole and push inside. The ice had numbed some pain, but not enough that I didn’t feel it. Lance stroked my clit as he worked the tip of his dick inside my ass. I felt the moment it fit inside, and I sighed, relieved. It made me feel full, and his finger on my clit made me want to come.

Perhaps he knew I was close, because he stopped flicking it and lay down on top of me. His dragon eyes bore into me as his dick pushed inside my pussy. I gasped, then bit my lip when I felt like screaming in pain. I didn’t want to disturb this moment. Lance watched me and moved inside me. It was tender and slow, but yes it pained me, it stretched me, it nearly made me want to cry. He bent his head and kissed my nose. “You are everything to me.”

Surprised, I said nothing, unsure of our future but wishing like hell we had one. Instead of talking, I gripped his horns and closed my eyes. Lance took it as his cue and picked up his rhythm. His balls slapped against my ass; his cock hit that place inside my pussy every time. I moaned loudly, telling him how much I loved what he was doing, how I knew he’d ruined me for any other man. I would never recover from being under Lance.

Not just under him like this now.

But under his care.

He was a monster through and through, looked nothing like the man I’d glimpsed just as he turned from dragon to man, then back into a dragon male. Belle said it was how his shift worked. He would never retain his human form. She had showed me old albums of a blond man with baby-blue eyes. Had I not seen him briefly, I couldn’t imagine Lance was once that man.

There were so many things I wanted to know about him, so many things I wanted to ask. For now, I wiggled under him, scratched his back, chanted his name as he fucked me. Lance buried his face in my hair. His breaths came shallow and urgent; his cocks pumped my body.

I held on to his horns, half-mad with wanting to come, but not willing to. “You feel so good,” I said.

“Baby, I want to live inside you. If you’ll have me, I would do it. I want you with me. I want you under me, over me, inside me till the end of my time.”

“Oh my God. I’m coming.”

He palmed my ass and lifted so the angle changed. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Come,” he said and growled.

His cocks expanded, then released the jet inside me. Orgasms shook my body. I screamed his name and let go of the horns, my muscles not working anymore.

Stars played over my eyes. Yup. Ruined for any other man.

Lance pulled out and watched me. I tried not to wince, but I couldn’t help it. The stretching hurt now, but it was worth it, so I smiled at him. I didn’t want him to worry about me or, worse yet, not fuck me again because he believed it would hurt me. I quite enjoyed this pain.

Lance went to the bathroom, and when he came out, he wiped me with a cloth. He’d been more talkative after sex before, so I used this time to my advantage. Or tried to, because he got on his side and tucked me under the sheets. “Sleep.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sleep.”

“I’m not sleepy.”

“I am.”

I chuckled. “Do dragons sleep a lot?”

“As much as possible. We’re lazy creatures, kind of like cats.”

“And wolves. Belle told me how they came to exist. She said a woman gifted them with a wolf beast. They are only one kind of Creature of Earth, she said. Dragons and birds also exist. Is that how you came to be? You said you were once a man.”

Lance nodded, his gaze somewhere behind me, his vertical pupils expanding as if he was trying to see into a great distance.

“I was born Connor Montgomery,” he said. “Ordinary kid from a dysfunctional family somewhere in downtown LA.”

“Lancelot is a British name, though.”

“Lancelot came later. A woman came to the four of us and gave us dragon beasts that control the four elements: water, fire, air, and earth. When we got drunk one night, we made up names for our beasts.” He sighed. “Don’t ask. We were young.”

“I’m trying to wrap my mind around all this. Are your parents still around?”

“My mom was a drug addict. Dad? I couldn’t tell ya. Social services picked me up at the age of five after they found me on the street next to my dead mother.”

I squeezed his hand.

He squeezed back, then found my hip and stroked it with his thumb.

I could see he hated taking about his childhood, so I dropped the subject. “You breached the habitat security.”

Lance gripped my hip. “I protected you.”

“Thank you. But at what cost?”

“Please let me deal with that.”

I wanted to argue my right to know if he had any concerns over retaliation. I hadn’t a clue what kind of arrangement, if any, he had with the habitat. He’d attacked it. It couldn’t be a good thing, though I didn’t know how anything worked, partly due to my own ignorance over matters, partly due to the utopian life I had enjoyed that made me blind and completely ignorant of things that went on outside my habitat.

I would bring this up again tomorrow.