Page 31 of Desired By the Dragon

“Faculty event tomorrow night, it’s a charity gala to raise money for school scholarships. I need a date.” Sensing she was alarmed by the use of the D word, I hurried on. “Not a date-date, just a plus one. For this event only.”

Amusement made her brown eyes warm as she listened to me ramble. “Okay, fine. What’s the dress code for this thing?”

“Formal but not black tie.” Flames above, the thought of Kiernan all dressed up… I swallowed hard, trying desperately not to picture her wrapped in silk like a pretty little present just for me. “If it helps, we could make things interesting.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, I know we said this was casual, bedroom-only, no sleepovers…” I trailed off, cursing myself inwardly for bringing up the rule we’d literally just broken again last night. “So we could make this not-a-date sexy?”

She laughed. “Not sure how wise that would be in a room full of supernaturals, some of whom will also be feeling the final effects of the heat just like us.”

The heat. Right. That was what was affecting me.

“Sure,” I allowed. “Just trying to help us stick to the rules you wanted.” I winced, hoping that didn’t sound accusatory — I’d agreed to the boundaries we’d set, after all. “We’ll just keep it simple then. A favor for a favor. And since my favor comes with a dress code, I’ll get you a dress.” I ran an eye over her body, mentally noting her size and trying not to let my dick perk up too much at the idea of her in some slinky number that I had paid for, that she’d be wearing something of mine, even if intangibly.

“You do know I can take care of myself.” She raised a haughty brow and I bit back a smile. “I have my own money, I can buy my own dresses.”

I shrugged. “I know.” I swung my legs out from beneath the crisp, white sheets and hummed in appreciation when my feet met the hardwood floor, warmed from the sunlight spilling in beyond the drapes. Maybe subtlety was overrated. “But I like knowing that I can take care of you too. A lot.”

Kiernan glanced down and her cheeks pinked, heat stirring in her dark eyes as she jerked her gaze back up to mine. “Seriously?”

My lazy stretch only made her blush harder and I chuckled, feeling my cock twitch in response to her eyes when they dipped once more. “Like I said. Knowing that I can provide for you, take care of you… I like it.”

“I can’t believe you’re hard right now over the thought of me spending your money.” She rolled her eyes and folded her arms tightly across her chest, doing nothing to help my erection as the move pressed her breasts up and together beneath her unbuttoned, borrowed white shirt. “What next? You want me to buy clothes and give you a little fashion show too?”

My stomach swooped and I prowled closer, tugging her closer by the hem of my shirt that she wore so well. “Yes,” I rasped. “Absolutely.”

She laughed, her hand coming up to cup my jaw as we stared at each other. “You’re absolutely hopeless, sir.”

“Kiernan…” I warned and she flashed me a cheeky grin. “Don’t ever casually call me that unless you want to be bent over my knee.”

There was a beat of silence before she slipped my shirt off of her shoulders, letting the fabric pool at her feet and leaving her in just her black bra and matching underwear. “Maybe I want to be put over your knee,” she murmured, running one hand lightly over my chest and down over the tattoos that led to my stomach until she reached my cock, cupping me through my boxers. “So what do you say, sir? Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

One moment she was standing, the next she was in my arms. Her legs twined around my waist and I groaned at her heat pressing against my thick length. I sat us down on the bed, my lips finding her throat as I licked a path of fire over her skin, tasting myself wrapped around her essence in a way that made me feral.

My hand slid into her hair, the silky red strands warmed by the sun as I tugged her head back and bit the hollow between her neck and shoulder. “I have no control when it comes to you,” I murmured and she laughed, rubbing against me provocatively until I snarled. “Maybe it’s time I change that.”

In one swift movement, I unwrapped her body from mine and spread her out across my thighs. Her fingers gripped the underside of my legs, their paleness stark against the dark inked designs swirling across my taut muscles, and I laughed when she shuddered at the feel of my claws against the delicate skin of her back.

“You still think it’s funny to taunt me, Kier?” My claw hooked into the back of her lace underwear and tore the material away in a slow glide that made her pant. They fell away, leaving her perky ass exposed, and I carefully traced my claws over the unmarked canvas waiting for me. It was going to look so gorgeous when I made it pink and then painted it with my cock.

“Y-Yes,” she gasped and I laughed quietly.

I didn’t bother to retract my claws before I landed the first blow across her cheeks. The plump skin rippled, the loud smack echoing around the room and I inhaled deeply as the scent of her arousal thickened.

“Naughty girl, you’re not supposed to enjoy this.” I let my hand crack off of her skin again, marveling at the redness that blossomed before I smoothed away the hurt with my palm. “How much punishment do you deserve, Kiernan?” Her breath trembled and I could feel the tight peaks of her nipples against my legs. I spanked her again before she could reply, loving the way her words became a huge intake of air mingled with a moan. I tutted. “You’re in so much trouble.”

I switched up the pace, hitting her ass three times in quick succession, and when she started to drip, wetting my leg beneath her, I swallowed hard. Fuck, she was beautiful.

The little mewling sound she’d begun to make grew louder when I massaged her cheeks, soothing the sting as I tugged lightly at her firm peach, loving the way her pussy fluttered against the air and sloshed with want.

My hand slid lower and her hips jerked up, encouraging me onward, and I shook my head in response. “This is for me, not you.”

She hissed out a curse and I laughed, inching my hand even lower and dipping two fingers into her wet heat. Almost immediately, she clamped down, body moving frantically to wring any bit of pleasure from me that I would allow. For a second, I let her. Curling my fingers, I pulsed them against her inner walls and smirked when she whined, knowing the edge was fast approaching. Just as her muscles twitched, her moans growing louder and more free, I pulled my fingers away and sucked them into my mouth.

“No,” she groaned, breathless and frustrated, and I chuckled. “Please, sir, please let me come.”

I didn’t reply, except to spank her pussy for even asking. The contact made her hips jerk and I spanked her ass for good measure, enjoying the way the pinkness bloomed beneath my palm and a light sweat broke out across her back.