Dragon Keep Me

Chapter Twenty

Natalie

The food was incredible, and the wine was even better. I only had one glass because I felt the effects after just a few sips. The conversation had started dour but softened to lighthearted. Cass’ eyes hardly left me during the meal, and I played up my sexuality as much as I could.

A long reach across the table. Activate side-boob.

My feminine instincts were shouting a warning at the same time they cheered me on. I wondered how long I could tease the beast before he snapped. With my new heightened senses, I could feel the tension coming off of him, and it was steadily building.

Even without his dragon, he exuded a power that made my stomach tingle in all the naughty places.

When we arrived at the theater, I expected to sit on the floor with everyone else, but I should’ve known better. We were shown to a luxurious private booth. When the attendant clicked the door shut behind us, I knew I was in trouble.

I stubbornly resolved to see this through, though. He would want me, not the other way around. I vowed this to myself. I promised I would be in control. And I highly doubted it would make any difference. His smoldering glances were enough to make heat rise in my chest and my breath turn shallow.

I tried to focus as we sat. There were ten luxurious seats in here, more like recliners than any theater seat I’d ever sat in. We took the middle two and watched the curtain open.

I was interested in the play—for a while. When a large, impossibly warm hand rested on my thigh, it became my sole focus. I kept my face placid, feigning disinterest, while my mind and core begged it to travel higher.

Finally, after several minutes, when I couldn’t control myself a moment longer, I shifted my leg. The split in the dress opened, and the material fell away. His bare hand rested on my naked skin now, no longer blocked by the fabric of my dress.

Why did I do that? His skin was hot. So, so hot. His heat pushed into my bloodstream and burned through my entire body before it settled into my core with a wicked twist. I glanced at him, trying to gauge if he was suffering the same fate as I was.

He was slouching towards the other armrest. His posture was relaxed as he leaned on his arm with his thumb under his chin and his first finger over his mouth. I saw a small smirk on his lips and frowned. He knew. He knew my resolve was crumbling.

I forced my eyes forward, trying to watch the play. It proved an impossible task as the hand grew hotter and heavier. I fidgeted endlessly, and I cursed myself for it.

He leaned over and put his mouth so close to my ear that his lips brushed my sensitive skin. “If you want me to do something with that hand, you know all you have to do is ask.”

The sound of his husky, lust-drawn voice called every ache I’d been suppressing to the forefront. Keeping up the facade, I turned to him and let the lust I was feeling paint my features. He grinned, thinking he’d won.

“Cass?” His hand twitched on my thigh in anticipation. “Please, please,” I begged in my most sultry, pouty voice. “Don’t move that hand another inch higher.”

His eyes flared in surprise and maybe…anger? We’ll call it impatience. My heart fluttered, and I felt as though I’d pulled some control back.

Cass

She was determined to win this game, but she didn’t know who she was dealing with. I was the master of patience. I’d lived two hundred years waiting for salvation.

Then again, I don’t know if thoughts of freedom were as enticing as this frustrating woman. The way she challenged me like no other ever had.

I could wait.

Well, maybe. Maybe not.

Unable to resist, I reached over and grabbed her by her waist. She gasped as I hauled her over to my lap, facing me. Her legs parted, so she was kneeling on my seat and straddling me.

The dress didn’t cover her sides and my hands seared into her bare skin. It was cool and smooth, like marble. I caressed her sides in small circles with my forefingers and leaned up for her silken lips.

She answered, meeting me part way and grabbing my face with her hands. I pushed her lips open with mine and dipped my tongue in, looking. She responded, and our tongues thrust together. I didn’t quell my passion, and I sat forward and pulled her closer to me. She responded with equal enthusiasm. I drank from her with rasping breaths, like a man finding water after too many days in a desert. Her taste was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever experienced, and I had certainly sampled my share.

When I could go no longer with my hands free of her body, I pulled away with a ragged breath.

“So, you don’t desire me at all?” I asked, looking up at her.

Her trembling body told me she certainly did.

“No,” she rasped. “Not even a little bit.”

I nipped softly at her collarbone and answered, “Good. I don’t desire you either.”

“No?”

“Definitely not.”

She wrapped her hands around my nape and leaned down to my ear. My eyes could look nowhere but down at her chest, drinking in the delicious cleavage that spilled forward.

“The massive hard-on you’re sporting says you’re a big liar,” she purred against my ear.

She dropped herself against me for emphasis and ground her hips. Her actions surprised me and I hissed in a heated breath, but I think she surprised herself, too, as she stifled a moan.

“It’s not the only hard thing in the room,” I countered, and brushed my thumbs over the front of the dress where the buds of her n*****s begged to be touched.

She gasped and then collected herself and shrugged. “It’s cold in here.”

This stubborn vixen. I tightened my grip on her waist and pushed her down against me again. The friction was maddening, and my blood heated another degree. I was growing a bit desperate. She squirmed in my hands and I tried to fight the overwhelming ache that pushed me to give in and ask her to let me touch her how I wished.

“I can warm you up,” I breathed. “If you just ask.”

“If you want it so bad, why don’t you ask?” she challenged me.

I stared up at her and she watched me with lidded, lustful eyes. Her will was much stronger than I’d ever imagined. If I could’ve grown any harder, I would have.

She wanted me, me, to beg?

Not happening. Ever.

I pushed my thumbs under the scant material of the dress and barely caressed the underside of both of her breasts.

She shuddered and goose bumps erupted in a wave beneath my hands.

Her hips moved against me in a rhythm now, and she whispered, “I know you want me to untie the dress.”

Well, yes, I absolutely did.

“If you want me to see your breasts, then you’re free to show them to me,” I answered.

It wasn’t asking. Not exactly. I watched her hand with bated breath as it traveled to her nape. The two strings flowed down her chest, and a deep groan rumbled in my chest as the dress fell away, pooling at her waist. Perfection. She was a work of art. Her n*****s, like her lips, were a garnet pink color; the ripest raspberries. I had a feeling they would taste as sweet.

Natalie

I was losing. The game was over, and I wasn’t going to win. I knew it, and I had trouble mustering the ability to care as he cupped a breast in each of his hands. The warmth of his hands. Just the warmth of this man was enough to drive a woman mad.

He leaned forward, and I sucked in a breath, waiting for his mouth to find me. When it didn’t, I looked down. He was hovering there just in front of my aching breast.

“Cass,” I huffed. His grip tightened on my other breast, and I whimpered.

His breath fanned my skin. “What?”

He knew he’d won. I could see it in his eyes. I didn’t think it had been easy for him as a bead of sweat traveled down his temple.

“Say it,” he demanded.

The command in his voice shook my aching core. It was my undoing. I expelled any resolve I had left with my next breath.

I whispered, “Please.”

Still, he didn’t move, and a small groan rumbled in my throat. I thrust my chest forward, goading him.

He asked, “You want me to put my mouth on you?”

“Yes. Do it.”

His tongue flicked out and caressed me, initiating a gasp that turned into a broken moan as he sucked the entire tip into his mouth. The grip of his lips felt as hot as an iron, branding me right down to my soul.

Heat. Heat everywhere. A storm of sensation traveled through me. I covered my mouth, still vaguely aware that we were in a crowded theater and that the booth was open.

He chuckled against me, and the vibration shook my fragile world. That couldn’t mean anything good for me. Cass looked up at me again, his ocean eyes awash with mischief. My breath was a shallow pant, and he leaned up to kiss me.

His right hand drifted to my bare thigh and pushed up, up, up. I trembled like a helpless leaf in the wind, about to drift away into the unknown.

“Cass…” I whispered his name like a prayer against his lips.

“I knew you ached for me.”

“So, I do,” I admitted. “But you do, too.”

“Yes, I do.”

When he got his hand underneath the dress, he hissed in a breath. “Liar.”

I was already in a daze of lust, making it hard to think. “ Wh-what?”

He slid his finger up my hip and under the waistband of my black panties, snapping the elastic. “What are these?”

It took me another second to understand. I’d told him I didn’t wear underwear. Well, I’d lied. It was the heat of the moment, and I was playing the game.

“Whoops. I guess I put a pair on today.”

His eyebrows rose, and he clicked his tongue. “That won’t do.”

Cass

Wicked. Little. Liar.

“Well, I can’t be fated to a liar,” I said.

“What?” she asked, her brows coming together.

The panties were lace and ripped easily at the seam. I did the same to the other side, and then slipped them away. Under her stunned gaze, I tucked them in the inner pocket of my suit and grinned.

Her face flushed, and the color traveled down her neck and chest. She mumbled, “Those were expensive.”

“I paid for them, so I can do what I want. And now you’re no longer a liar,” I said, my eyes following the wave of blush to her breasts.

Natalie was leaning back, her hands rested on my shoulders for balance. My hands were splayed open on her bare thighs. We were both breathing hard, staring at each other.

“Don’t worry,” I assured her. “I’m not done yet. I seem to recall a comment about needing mechanical help.”

Her breath hitched, and her cheeks darkened again.

“Should I expect you to remember everything that is said?”

“When you’re the one that has said it? Absolutely.”

Her lidded gaze softened and her black eyes sparkled, like I was looking at the brightest stars in the void of deep space.

Listening really was an aphrodisiac for women. Her own hands traveled to her breasts and squeezed, pushing them together and asking, “Then what are you waiting for?”

I pushed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and hissed in a breath. This woman really had been made for me. If she decided to be p***s free for very long, I might lose my mind.

I moved my hands back up her thighs. “The next musical number.”

“Why?” she asked, breathless.

Any second…

The band picked up with a robust introduction and I didn’t give her any time to think. I pushed past the flimsy dress and drew my finger up the slit of her core. Slick heat greeted me, needing my touch.

I bit back a groan as I slid that finger inside her, and she cried out. I wrapped my arm around her lower back and held her steady. She soaked my hand as I thrust a second finger inside her.

Her walls clenched deliciously around me. Maddening.

“You are pure temptation, Natalie,” I praised, watching her face, her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed.

She was grinding herself against my hand, riding and taking what she needed at her own pace. It was a punishment for myself, really, knowing I wasn’t going to have all of her tonight.

She moaned and whimpered. That’s why I waited for the music. I knew she was shy. I couldn’t care less if everyone here heard. They could turn around and watch if they wanted. I wouldn’t blame them. I was f*****g captivated myself.

“More. More,” she pleaded. Demanded.

I found the ridge of her c******s and brushed over it, circling my thumb and ever so slowly applying more pressure closer to the center of nerves.

“Cass,” she whined. “You’re wicked, you know?”

“You love it.”

“Yes. Don’t you dare stop,” she said, like she was coaching me.

I smirked. “Do you need more?”

“Yes, please. More.”

I scissored my fingers, pushing her to the edge.

“Oh! I’m close,” she said, moaning low in her chest.

She leaned forward and put her head on my shoulder. Her hands squeezed my upper arms and her chest was jerking, her breath ragged. She still didn’t understand her own strength, and I grunted as pain shot up into my shoulders. Even if she broke my arms, I didn’t plan on stopping.

I held her closer and took her earlobe between my teeth, asking, “Are you ready?”

I didn’t wait for her answer before I pushed a third finger in, stretching her, and swirled my thumb directly on her c******s.

It had the effect I’d hoped for and she threw her head back, mumbling incoherent things, mostly my name. Her body arched, and I felt her walls clench. I was biting my lip, groaning low in my chest as her pleasure soaked my hand. Just a taste of her must be Elysium. Next time I certainly would find out.

I didn’t stop my movements until she quit quivering and grabbed my wrist, sinking her nails into my flesh. She was in a daze, laying against me and lost somewhere in herself. My breath was shallow and I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t equally affected. That was powerful.

Behind her, the audience was cheering for the end of the play. She shot up when she heard it, looking over her shoulder and mumbling, “It’s over?” as the actors came out to bow.

I grinned and asked, “So how’d you like the show?”