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“Good night, Ethan,” she murmured to the sound of his French doors closing.
CHAPTER 10
Ethan lay in bed nursing a double-trouble boner from hell.
He’d slept fitfully, tossing and turning, thinking about Min, replaying her surprising interaction with Beau; the way she hadn’t been at all fazed by his brother’s behavior, and the two male dragons screaming abuse at each other in dragon tongue.
And a fair bit of human tongue.
He winced now as he remembered the expletives he’d hurled at his little brother.
What must Min think of him?
But then he smirked as he remembered how Beau had meekly, good humoredly even, taken himself off to bed like a docile lamb rather than an angry dragon. As if just the sound of Min’s voice, calm, yet commanding, had been enough. And how Mom had simply floated back to the house with a bemused little smile on her face.
No hysterics at all.
Then as he lay there staring at the ceiling, realizing she was in the room adjoining his, he’d begun to think about other things… the curl of her copper hair around her elegant neck, her slender fingers, the little indent at the base of her throat, the swell of her breasts in her… gods, frankly ugly, baggy unicorn pajamas. And that’s when his imagination started to undress her, piece by piece.
Which had turned his cocks rock hard. Both of them. Like his wings, his tail, his dragonish features, his two cocks were an anomaly in his partially human form. And right now, their behavior was confusing him. Because usually his smaller second cock, known as a dragon’s groc, did not get aroused until the actual act of sex. The fact that it was tingling and weeping, primed and ready to give his female pleasure when she was nowhere in sight was… highly unusual.
His groc had never been this responsive to a female before. That kind of sensitivity was only supposed to happen when a dragon met his mate.
His life’s mate.
But… a human?
That had never been on the cards before. And this was exactly the wrong human for this to be happening with.
With a muffled curse, Ethan threw off the covers and strode into the bathroom, turning on the shower full blast. Before he stepped in, he glanced ruefully down his ripped abs. Both his cocks obligingly jerked. His groc, a thick nub of golden flesh nestled on the inner side of his main cock, was positioned just right to stimulate the clit of many different species (as he’d found out in his late teens—it had made him a very popular date). When stimulated, it gave him a rippling pleasure that would not culminate in an orgasm but would certainly intensify his final release.
And then there was his second cock, the monstrous thing between his thighs that was swollen and winking at him right now.
His primary cock was huge, ribbed, with flesh almost like soft scales down the shaft. Some women he’d slept with, mostly larger species, had waxed lyrical about the size, shape, and feel of it inside them, the intensity of the orgasms they had riding it.
But heck, it would be a lot for a human to take. If she even wanted to. Which, of course, she wouldn’t. He resisted the urge to touch it because it was just not acceptable to bring himself off to thoughts of the woman he was fake dating. It would be too embarrassing to face her afterwards.
Ethan scrubbed at his body under the jets until his scales stung. He’d calm down if he went and played the piano, but there wasn’t time. He had to meet Min for breakfast.
His only hope was to think of work. Spreadsheets were dull enough, surely.
But in the breakfast room shortly after, he found himself trying to picture spreadsheets all over again as he watched Min sashay toward him.
She looked—amazing.
Up until now, he’d reacted more to her energy and the small, tantalizing glimpses that delighted him and set off his imagination, but now her body was being showcased in the most incredible figure-hugging dress.
She had tits. Not large ones, but perfectly rounded. And hips, wide enough to shout her womanhood. The neckline was scooped and draped but otherwise it was a simple dress, but made of a shimmering material, shot silk, he guessed, which reflected the sunlight from the window. It was like… like dragon skin almost. Her hair fell in thick waves around her shoulders and somehow her glasses added a certain something—the studious look they gave her face, the frames dark against her pale creamy skin, that mouth that just begged to be kissed.
She looked like the most hellish sexy librarian. Or bookshop owner.
Fuck. He should have jerked off when he had the chance.
“Wow!” he growled, much more deeply than he meant to. “That is—I mean. You look great.”
She smiled sweetly as he jumped up and pulled the chair out for her. She slid in, and again tucked a thick wave of copper hair behind her ear.
When he’d sat down opposite her, she glanced at him over the top of her glasses, and he felt like he was drowning in the dark velvet of her eyes.
