We walk quietly through a series of tunnels. They’re pitch-black. There are no lights. I can’t see a damn thing, so I finally just close my eyes and let Zeke lead me. I grip his hand with one of mine and touch the wall with my other.
“You and your dragon eyesight,” I murmur. “What I wouldn’t give.”
“Shh, it’s not that great,” he whispers.
“Really?”
“No, it’s amazing. I was trying to make you feel better.”
I like this side of Zeke. I like the playful banter and the sweet persona. It’s comfortable and sexy and fantastic. I like the alpha side of him, too, but I get the feeling that not too many people get to see Zeke being normal.
They only get to see him being the heartless king.
After a few minutes of walking, we come to a dead end.
“What happens now?” I ask. I hear him fumbling around, but again, I can’t see anything. I think he presses a button or touches a stone because the wall in front of us slides open and I see we’re behind some bushes.
“Are we in the garden?” I ask.
“Yes,” he takes my hand and leads me from the passageway. He touches one of the stones on the outside and leads me away from the castle wall.
“I was just here with May,” I tell him.
“I know.”
“How do you know?”
“I was watching you.”
“You were spying on me?” I don’t know if I should be impressed or creeped out. Maybe this should serve as a warning to me to spend more time focused on my surroundings and not let myself get distracted.
“I was making sure no one took you.”
“I was only with May.”
“That’s what I was worried about.”
“Zeke,” I turn to him. “What are you talking about?”
“May concerns me,” he says simply. “Did she say anything strange to you while you were in the gardens?”
“No,” I tell him. I can’t think of anything strange she might have said. She warned me about the possibility of a kidnapping or attempted abduction tonight, but that was it. “We just explored.”
“Maybe I’m over-thinking things,” he says calmly, and I squeeze his hand. Zeke’s touch feels good against my skin. He makes me feel safe in the darkness.
He makes me feel alive.
We walk a little more, and I can’t believe we went through a secret passageway. Zeke has given me so much information tonight that I might die if I have to take in any more. My body is alert and aroused now that I’m close to him.
My skin tingles in anticipation and all I can think about is touching him, getting close to him, feeling him.
I don’t want to think about danger or Star or my dead parents.
I just want to think about how he made me come and how he can do it again and oh, why isn’t he touching me?
“Because I want to show you something first, little human,” he says with a low growl, and I realize I’ve spoken out loud again. This seems to be a bad habit of mine.
“What do you want to show me?”
“This.”
Zeke walks about 20 feet away from me, and then he starts stripping off his clothes. He doesn’t do a formal dragon dance, but he does move slowly, tantalizingly.
He knows he has an audience and he’s using it to his advantage.
As if on cue, my body gets tight and my breathing deepens. My pussy clenches and if I were wearing panties, they’d be soaked. I can feel my own arousal on my thighs. If I can feel how strongly he’s affecting me, I know he can definitely scent me. Hell, all the dragons within a 2-mile radius can probably scent me.
“What are you doing, King?” I ask quietly, but he ignores me and keeps going with his little show. His shirt comes off, and he swings his hips around. He kicks off the shoes. Somehow, Zeke manages to take off his socks, and he makes it look sexy.
His hands roam his abs, tweaking his nipples just a little, then they dive down to the waistband of his pants.
This is it.
I lick my lips in anticipation, but he’s going to make me wait. Zeke shakes his ass to a song only he can hear and turns in a circle. Oh yeah, my boy has got attitude. It’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to run over, yank his pants down, and slide that hard dick into my mouth.
Fortunately for me, he’s about to lose the pants.
He unbuttons the top button.
More.
More.
More.
Oh, please. Come on. More. My nipples are hardened, poking at my dress. He can definitely see them and from where I’m standing, it sure looks like he’s enjoying my reactions to him. His dick is about to tear through his pants. He’d better take them off soon.
He watches me as he slowly slides down his zipper. This is painfully slow, and I start to take a step forward, but he holds up a hand and motions for me to move back. I’m afraid the show is going to stop if I do, so I listen to what Zeke wants and I move back. Dammit. I don’t want to move back.
As soon as I’m in my previous spot, he continues taking down his zipper. Then he hooks his thumbs under his waistband, turns around, and slowly slides them down. As he takes them down, I can see that he’s not wearing underwear.
And I have a full, clear view of his gorgeous, naked ass.
His dick peeks through and I melt.
I want him inside of me again.
We’ve only fucked the one time. That was my only time ever, though I have taken to masturbating like crazy at night. It’s the only way I can relieve my stress. It’s the only way I can sleep at all. Still, when I close my eyes, it’s him I see. There was never a face to my fantasies before. Oh, I’ve had plenty of fantasies, but never about any specific. Not until there was Zeke.
I keep watching him, wondering what he’s going to do next. We’re out in the open, but there’s no one around. We’re still in the garden, surrounded by plants and hedges, but anyone could walk by.
Maybe there is a midnight gardener who hangs out here, I don’t know.
Then Zeke does something I don’t expect. He doesn’t start stroking his dick or dancing nude for me, much as I want him to.
No, what he does is so much better.
He looks at me and starts running toward me. He starts racing and I leap out of the way, but I didn’t need to because Zeke leaps into the air and then he’s gone.
Then he’s flying.
And he’s a dragon.