Natalie
“Dragon Isle?” I find myself asking. “I mean, I know what it is. I know where it is, but why there?”
“I have most of the ingredients we need for the medication,” he says. “But there’s one plant I do not have and it’s native to that damn island.”
“So, what, the cure to this is just growing on Dragon Isle?”
“Yep.”
“What’s the catch?”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s always a catch, Donald. So what’s the deal with this plant? Is it surrounded by bees? Guarded by sharks? Do we have to fight through the Dragon Isle Clan before we actually get to the fucking leaves?”
“Um, no,” She tells me. “We just have to hurry and it’s a,” I look at the clock on the wall. “Day’s flight there, plus a day’s journey back.”
“My father…”
“We’ll hurry,” he says. He grabs a bag and start rummaging around the study, gathering everything we’re going to need. He gets bottles and mixers and herbs, and puts them all together in a bag that he hands to me. “You’re coming with me,” he says. “You’re going to be my assistant.”
“Really?”
“Don’t act so surprised. I’m a very nice dragon.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He scoffs and leaves the room. I scurry along behind him, trying my best not to stare at his perfectly sculpted backside. Seriously. Fucking dragons. How do they get to look like that? I never go naked around Fablestone. Never. It’s not just because I’m human, either. It’s because I’m not perfect like the dragons are.
The woman are lovely, curvy, and sweet. They’re strong and fierce and they have these incredible muscles, but me?
My bottom is a little…soft. I don’t think “mushy” is the right word, but I’m never going to be as toned as Donald is right now.
“What are you worrying about?” He stops, turning around.
“Excuse me?”
“Your scent,” he says, cocking his head, studying me. “Your scent just changed. You’re worried. Why?”
“I…”
I’ve never been good at lying. Not when someone asks me a direct question. If someone says something random and I want to deflect, that’s one thing. Lying outright? That’s not really my style.
So when Donald asks me why I’m worrying, I blurt out the truth.
“You have a really nice ass and I’m worried mine isn’t as great.”
A smirk covers his face, and he motions for me to turn around.
“What?” I squeak out, blushing. I can feel my cheeks positively burning.
“Turn around, Natalie, and I’ll tell you what I think.”
I don’t move, instead staring at him. He’s so different now. He’s serious, to be sure, but he’s also a little playful. I don’t remember that part of Donald. He was always so determined and busy studying. He never seemed to have time for fun. Not ever. Now, though, he’s asking me to turn around and show off my backside to him.
Is this something I’m ready for?
I mean, this is Donald, and we sort of have a mission: a pretty damn serious one. We should be hurrying to get to Dragon Isle and find this plant he’s been talking about. We shouldn’t be playing games. We shouldn’t be talking about our bottoms.
And I shouldn’t be feeling myself grow wet at the thought of Donald looking at me.
“What’s the matter, little human?” He asks. “Are you suddenly shy?”
I don’t say anything, and he clicks his tongue.
“Oh, Natalie, I’m disappointed. Here I thought you were this brave young woman. You made it through Storm Dawn and you made it through a snowstorm, but this is what gets you back? What’s the matter, darling? Haven’t you ever showed your sweet little bottom off to a dragon before?”
No, as a matter of fact, I haven’t. No one has ever seen my bottom, and I realize that’s pretty messed up and weird. For someone who grew up in a dragon clan around the sexual liberty and freedom that exists there, being a virgin among shifters is pretty weird. I’ll be the first to admit that.
Oh, I’ve done “stuff.”
I’ve given blowjobs and I’ve had my breasts played with, but no one has ever been below the waist on me before, and I’m very aware of this.
I also don’t like to back down from a challenge.
Donald’s “disappointment” is just the motivator I need, and I spin around quickly, stopping when my back is to him. He sucks in a breath so delicately I almost don’t hear it. If there was any noise in the cave at all, I wouldn’t have heard him, but I do.
“Well?” I ask, holding my hands out.
He steps forward, closer to me. I can hear him. When he’s directly behind me, I feel the air shift. He’s close to me, and I shut my eyes. Images of Donald touching me race through my imagination, and I feel a little bad for that. I’m here to save my dad. I’m not here to fall in love. Not with a dragon. Not with Donald, especially.
Yet something about him being so close to me makes me want to just lean back and rub myself against him, the way a cat would rub against its favorite chair.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, and his breath is on my ear. He presses his lips to my ear, and then to my neck, and I don’t move. Then, a moment later, I feel his hands on my waist, and he pulls me back against him.
And I feel him.
All of him.
His cock is hard and long, and it presses against my bottom and my back.
“I think you have the most exquisite ass I’ve ever seen, Natalie. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?”
If I wasn’t wet before, I’m completely soaked now, to the point of feeling my own arousal dripping on my thighs. I’m not embarrassed, but I probably should be. I’m behaving like a wanton, but right now, this is exactly what I need.
For this one moment, I’m not thinking about anything except his hands on my body.
“Yes,” I whisper. “That’s what I wanted to hear you say.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Natalie.”
“So…so are you, Donald.”
“I shouldn’t be touching you.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, sucking up every ounce of courage I possess. “I like it when you touch me.”
“Is that right? Do you like it when I touch you here?” He strokes his fingers up and down my sides.
“Yes.”
“And how about here?” His fingers move higher, to the edges of my breasts.
“Yes.”
“What about here, baby?” He moves his hands to my front and cups my breasts. I groan, leaning my head back against his chest. Now I do wiggle against him. I don’t know if I look like a cat, but I fucking feel like one: wild and free and taking what I need.
He chuckles.
“Ah, yes, I think you like that one.”
“I like it more than I should,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t let you touch me like this.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s wrong.”
“Who says it’s wrong, baby?”
“You’re older than me.”
“You’re old enough to make your own choices about that, Natalie.”
“You don’t mind that I’m less experienced than you?”
“I can teach you everything you need to know.”
“What can you teach me?” I whisper, breathless. He pinches my nipples between his fingers, twirling them.
“Everything,” he says. “Anything. All of it.”
“Donald,” I whisper.
Then he spins me around, pulls me flush against him, and kisses me like he fucking means it.