No reply.
The meadow I’d been looking for finally spread out before us. I took off my jacket and hung it on an oak branch. After toeing off my shoes, I stripped out of my pants and the ridiculous golden briefs.
Head down, Terrance worked on his shirt buttons. I was tempted to stand there and watch him get naked, but he seemed on edge. Instead, I ran out into the meadow and jumped.
The air crackled around me as I flew up, wings spreading. I gathered momentum and rose above the trees, my tail skimming the top branches. I circled back just in time tosee Terrance jogging through the tall grass, long dick swinging between his legs. Was he this big when soft? How long would his cock be when he got hard? How thick?
He was gorgeously built—lean, smooth, and agile. I got a wild idea to swoop down and grab him while he was still human. But he began shifting, so I turned around and flew toward the mountains.
He caught up with me and slowed down.
“What was that?” he hissed. “I’ve never seen anyone shift that fast.”
“The jumping trick? Just a little something I learned when I was bored.” I was incredibly proud of my “little jumping trick”—it had taken a lot of patience to learn to shift mid-jump and lift before I fell again. I would never admit to anyone how many times I’d landed with my muzzle in the mud while trying to perfect the move.
“Pity there aren’t any movies just for dragon shifters. You’d be a star.”
With his voice changed, I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic.
I eyed him as we flew in tandem.
The fucker was hot, even in dragon form. His dragon had a sandy color, shimmering in places, while his thorns and horns gleamed pearly white in the moonlight. He was smaller than me, leaner, but his wings seemed gigantic, with a span of at least forty-five feet. He must be a faster flier than me.
I pushed myself harder, diving lower and gathering speed, but Terrance kept up with me effortlessly.
“Where are we going?” he asked after a few minutes.
The mountains rose in front of us, and we began ascending along the slopes.
“Swimming.”
“I thought we were flying.”
“That too.”
I led him over the range and down through a pass between two peaks. A tarn glittered below. I found the small glacial lake while flying around here last year. It was way off the tourist trails, making the mountain pass deserted year-round. I loved the place. The water was crystal clear and icy, but I wasn’t bothered by the low temperatures.
Zeroing in on a grassy patch by the shore, I shifted while descending. I only had to support myself with one hand on the ground when I landed on my two human feet.
Terrance landed in dragon form and stretched his impressive wings.
“Show-off,” he muttered before slowly changing back into a man.
“You need to shift more often,” I said. “It’s like any other muscle. Needs training.”
He grunted and turned away from me, gazing around the quiet mountain pass. The air was almost still, the lake full of stars. A beautiful night in the middle of nowhere.
The most fascinating sight was Terrance, naked, making his way to the water. His perfect ass muscles bunched up as he balanced on the rocks.
I imagined holding those lean cheeks as my dick glided between them, cockhead peeking out at the top of his crease. He might never let me fuck him, but I could hump him and come onto his tightly closed rim. I’d smear my cum all over his ass.
He waded into the water and dove in without a splash.
With a sigh, I followed. The freezing water was a blessing. It didn’t matter that I’d fucked three different omegas at Caspian’s party earlier. Three wet holes in a row. SeeingTerrance aroused, smelling him, and watching him come, I could fuck three more and still be unsatisfied.
Was it because he was a challenge? Unavailable, as alpha as they got, forbidden. Did my ego steer my libido? Quite possibly.
I’d had alpha crushes before. Usually, after I’d tapped that, the longing disappeared.
