I squeeze it, groaning as it sends a pulse of hot need up my spine. I’m not sure a human will be able to handle taking a knot. Cari’s a lot smaller than dragon females, and even dragon females only take the knot in their feral form.
“Mate.” My beast growls, showing me several rapid-fire images of Cari bent over, stretching around his knot. Fuuuck, she looks amazing like that. He agrees. He’s confident in her ability to take it like this, in half-shift, and that makes both my cocks drool greedily all over the tile floor.
The cool marble shower tile feels great against my heated scales as I milk them, desperate to come so I can go on this date without him growling and whining in my ear all night. He wants to fantasize about Cari? I’ll let him have his way to get this over with more quickly. He immediately supplies me with a ready montage, and I fall into the scene, stroking myself with both hands.
I pick her up at her clinic. She’s wearing the same blue scrubs. When she sees me, she smiles. Lifts up her arms to be carried. I pick her up and shift at the same time. Two beats of my wings, and we’re soaring, her soft curves pressed against my feral form’s hard belly plates.
A cave in the sea cliff. Private, dark. I lay her down, and somehow her blue scrubs have transformed into the pale blue formal gown that has haunted my dreams. I cut the filmy fabric off with my claws, prowling around her as I decide how to make her mine. She arches, reaching for my cocks.
Before she even gets her imaginary hands on them, my upper cock swells and unloads, splattering the tile and my feet. I’d beembarrassed if this weren’t a fantasy. Since it is, Cari just looks happy, rubbing my cum into her skin.
My upper cock softens, giving me hope that I’ll be fit to take the real Cari out on a real date…one that doesn’t end in kidnapping a fawning, blow-up version of the woman I love.
My feral form is unsatisfied, though, showing me more images of Cari with her legs parted, touching herself with one hand as she squeezes my knot with the other. She bites her lip, her arousal perfuming the cave as she strokes us both. I lick into her mouth and pump my hips into her hand, dragging my knot through her tight little grip.
Fuck, this is wrong. If she knew I was picturing her like this, captive and objectified, she’d think I was a major creep. But it feels so good. Maybe Iama creep.
Mate, my beast whines, sounding offended that I’d characterize his desires like that. As if to prove his point, the fantasy shifts slightly. Now she’s panting and begging, tugging me toward her like my lower cock is a leash.
See how we please her?he seems to be saying, as if this isn’t just another one of his (and my) deepest fantasies.
Fantasy-Cari uses my lower cock to rub her clit, her cheeks and chest flushing, until she shudders and calls out my name, lost in the force of her orgasm. l rock against her until her eyes blink open, limpid and dark, and a smile curves her sweet mouth.
Hot pleasure slides up my spine at the sight of her so well-satisfied. I can’t take it anymore. My knot swells, pushing my fingers apart as I come even harder than the first time. I clench my teeth so tightly, my jaw pops, and I swear I black out for a minute or ten. Time has lost all meaning.
I laze against the shower wall as I rinse the mess down the drain, feeling like a giddy genius in the afterglow, like it really was Cari in the cave and not just a beast-dream. I mentally patmyself on the back for having the foresight to take off my pants and get into the shower, because cleanup is easy and my clothes won’t be stained when I pick up Cari.
When I pick up Cari…
Awareness returning in a rush, I glance at my watch. I’m supposed to be there in five minutes, and her clinic is ten minutes away.
Damn it.No time for flowers.
Fly, my feral form argues.
“You really want to get arrested today?” I argue right back as I hurriedly yank on my pants. My half-shift has fully retreated, so I only have one cock to manage, and it’s getting softer as I speak.
My beast shows me the jail walls disintegrating just like Cari’s bathroom. He’s fully aware that no cell could hold us, especially with our mate on the other side.
“That’s a good way to get banned from the human realm forever,” I remind him.
Mate, he whimpers.
“Exactly. She’s here, so I have to be here, which means following human laws. Even if I’m late and don’t have flowers because I’m a creep who jerks off before dates. Better late than never, right?”
Especially if it means my dicks stay in my pants for the rest of the night.
Chapter 9
Cari
Zed’s late. I reached down to pet Radar, who’s antsy to leave the clinic and head home. He doesn’t know we are going out, but he’s going to be so excited once we get there. It’ll be worth these extra fifteen minutes on the hard waiting-room chairs.
Cynthia gives me a sympathetic look from her desk. “His loss, honey,” she says.
“He’ll be here.”I hope.
I realized after he left last night that I hadn’t given him my clinic address. But it can’t bethathard to find me now that he knows I’m a vet and live in San Drogo. I might have changed my last name, but there are only a handful of vet clinics in town and only one with a vet named Cari.
