Dragon Fall

Say that you want me." His tongue was as hot as his fire. "Holy Odin and all the little cherubs, I thought that was pretty clear. I do want you, very much." "Tell me you accept what I am." "A dragon, you mean?" I wiggled my hips against him, dragging my nails gently up his sides and back. "Yes, I totally accept that you're really a dragon in a super-hot man package.

Too much talking and not enough writhing in ecstasy. You will commence writhing now.

It is the way of women to keep us humble, is it not?

Do you have some sort of anti-derangement medication? If so, you might wish to take it.

How was I going to break it to my sister and brother that I was now a demon lord?

Dragon form is generally reserved for mating and fighting. We found over the years that it was simply easier to blend in - physically speaking - if we resembled those around us. Do you wish to mate with me?

My entire body shaking, I carefully unstrapped the seat belt and turned around as far as I could to look at the backseat. Or rather, the dog that sat on it. He was panting, his eyes round, but there was nothing at all odd about him. Other than the fact that I'd just heard him speak. "You can't talk," I told him. "I think I can," he answered.

He held up a hand as we rounded a corner onto a busy street. "Red dragons?" I whispered. "No. Mimes.

Hey, that spot over there smells pretty good. This area has been peed on a lot.

Jim stuck his head out of the rodie. "I'm not going to do this out in the open where anyone can see me!. That's unnatural!

I'll drive. But don't you be turning into a dragon while you're in the car. I don't want those claws poking holes in my nice upholstery.

I'm not at all the sort of woman who kisses strange dragons when she comes across them.

No, I didn't enjoy that in the least. Do it again so I can not enjoy it some more.

For the record," I do not desire your body. Not that you're hideous or anything, far from it. Even with those scars, your chest is really nice, and I like your legs because they aren't scrawny, and you have nice shoulders and naughty bits, but I've never been one to put physical attributes ahead of more important things." "Such as?" He had his hands on his hips when he asked the question, which just made me want to giggle again. "Intelligence, a sense of humor, and oh yes, not being a mythical creature." I swallowed another giggle. "Not that it wasn't a cool form, but still. I like my men without the sort of baggage that must go with being a shape-shifter." "Is that so?" One eyebrow lifted. "Yes." "Then you will not like this." He pulled me against him, his mouth moving into place on mine, his breath hotter than I could have imagined. And then he kissed the very wits right out of my brain.

He's not really my man," I protested. One fuzzy white eyebrow rose over the lens of his glasses. "You were certainly ogling him as if he was.

Stop fussing over me, woman. I will be whole again shortly, and then you can resume ogling me and desiring my body.