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Natalie
When Donald and I are alone for the night, we stand awkwardly beside the big bed.
“I’m happy to sleep on the floor,” he says politely.
Too politely.
I don’t want polite.
I don’t want manners or good behavior.
Not tonight.
No, tonight I want him to take me. I want him to fuck me. I want him to make me his because when I look at him, that’s how I feel. I feel like I’m his.
Donald is nice, though. Maybe he’s too nice. Maybe he doesn’t want me to feel like he’s not being a gentleman. Maybe he wants me to make the first move.
When it comes to men, I’m…inexperienced. Rubbing his cock was incredible and fun and made me feel sexy as hell. I felt alive in that moment, and when he lost all control? Well, I almost came, too. Watching him come apart in my hands was amazing.
I want to feel that again.
I want him.
“I don’t want you to sleep on the floor,” I say, looking at him. We’re both in the pajamas we were given by Audrey, who was kind enough to loan them to us. She made it very clear that she, Anthony, and Gabriel were going to sleep and that their kids were also asleep.
She made it clear we wouldn’t be disturbed tonight, and I appreciate that more than she’ll ever know.
We’re alone.
We’re totally, completely alone, and anything could happen.
That is, if I can seduce this dragon.
I have to convince Donald that making love to me is a great decision. It’s strange because I’m the one who’s a virgin. Things should be the other way around. He should be trying to seduce me, trying to get me into his bed using only words, but that’s not really what’s happening, is it?
Instead, I’m practically throwing myself at him, begging him to make love to me, asking him to take me.
I wasn’t waiting for any reason except for the fact that I didn’t find a guy I wanted to give myself to. Not completely. Donald, though…he’s the one. He’s the right guy. He’s older and wiser and more mature than the shifters my age. He’s kind. He’s not going to fuck me and then leave me. Oh, I’m not asking for a lifelong commitment, but he’s not going to toss me out in the morning.
He could show me how wonderful this thing could be.
I want to experience that with him.
“Natalie, what are you saying?” He asks carefully. His face remains neutral, but his nostrils flare ever-so-slightly. Most girls might not notice the sign that a dragon is about to lose control, but I do. Growing up around shifters means I learned very quickly how to tell when I had pushed someone a little too far. The last thing I wanted to do was cause someone to shift and try to fight me. I’m a brave human, but I’m no match, physically, for a dragon.
So I can read them.
All of them.
And he’s on the edge, but he’s going to make me say it. There will be no room for misunderstandings here. Donald wants me to ask him, to tell him.
Am I brave enough?
Each day, I fight a new challenge. I overcome a new obstacle. I do something new and difficult and hard, but this might be the most embarrassing. This might be the toughest. I think I can do it, though. It’s Donald. And it’s me.
There’s a part of me that feels like we really are meant to be together. I won’t go crazy-girlfriend on him and demand that he marry me or mate me or keep me forever if we do this tonight. I won’t be that person. I will, however, ask him if he’ll be my first because with Donald, I feel safe. I feel protected. I feel fucking cherished.
I have never felt these things before, and I don’t think I will ever feel them with anyone else. Not the way I feel with him.
