Dragon Heat 1 - Dead Sexy Dragon by Lolita Lopez Read Free Book Online Page B

over. She would know
    everything. There would be no turning back, no forgetting.
    It was now or never.
    Cora yanked on the door and prepared to face her
    destiny.
    Chapter Four
    Cora stood just outside the door to Stig’s holding cell,
    and he vibrated with awareness. It seemed with each
    dream rendezvous their connection grew stronger. He had
    actually felt her moving through the house, drawing closer
    with each step. It terrified him. The last thing he’d ever
    wanted was to form such an attachment to her. Cora
    couldn’t possibly understand what was happening to her
    through the dreams. Honestly, Stig wasn’t quite sure
    himself. In the past, he’d shared dreams with other humans
    but the connection had never been this strong or vibrant.
    How much control did he now have over Cora? While
    Stig wouldn’t dare manipulate the growing bond for his
    benefit, his inner beast was a different story. Even though
    he fought the dragon’s control, the beast coaxed Cora
    through the door. Her scent slammed into him, a mixture of
    breezy summer scents and the musk of sex. Apparently his
    dream self had done quite a job arousing her. Cora’s cries
    of ecstasy still rang in his ears.
    Though her bare feet touched the cold wet stone with
    such softness there was hardly a whisper of sound, the
    footsteps echoed like hammer falls in Stig’s dragon ears.
    His heart raced with anxiety and fear. Any second now
    she’d catch sight of him. Would she scream with
    revulsion? Run away in disgust?
    A sharp gasp marked her first glimpse. Humiliation
    soured his stomach. He kept his gaze locked on the floor.
    He couldn’t bear to see the expression of horror surely
    fixed on her sweet face.
    “Stig?” Cora’s gentle voice seemed so out of place in
    the damp, dank cell. She belonged in the beauty of the
    sunlight, not hidden here in the darkness.
    “Go away.” His words were garbled and thick, his
    tongue moving awkwardly in his mouth. He rarely spoke
    while in dragon form. “Please.”
    “No.” She spoke firmly and took a bold step forward.
    “I’m not afraid.”
    Her voice never wavered. She meant it. She truly
    wasn’t afraid of him.
    Stig reluctantly lifted his head and met her curious gaze.
    She studied his new form. He could only imagine what a
    shock it must have been for her to come down here and
    discover a dragon chained to the wall. Cora slowly bent
    and put down the flashlight, flicking off the beam before
    placing it on the floor. There was no need for the handheld
    torch in the lighted cell. The hem of her thin cotton
    nightgown bunched around her thighs and revealed a swath
    of tantalizing skin.
    Lust flared in his lower belly. His groin tightened. Stig
    swallowed hard and tried to get a grip. In his mind, he
    was all human at the moment. In reality, he was a dragon
    with the wings, scales, and talons of a beast. Cora lacked
    the ability to shift, so there would be no mating tonight or
    any other during his phase.
    “You’ve seen what you came to see, Cora. You need to
    go back upstairs.” He had to get her out of here. His
    control over his baser instincts threatened to break at any
    moment. He hoped the chains he’d designed really were as
    strong as he’d intended.
    Cora shook her head. She guardedly crossed the
    distance between them. Her scent and heat filtered through
    him in waves. The memory of her taste blossomed on his
    tongue, the potent mix of salty and sweet filling him with
    the need to lick that delicious pussy again, only for real
    this time. He wanted to hear his name spill from her lips
    as he sucked and lapped her into climax after climax.
    Stig’s
    cock
    hardened
    and
    he
    shifted
    with
    embarrassment. What would she think of him? One look at
    his penis in its current state and she’d run screaming from
    the room, probably calling him a pervert.
    “May I touch you?” Before he could say no, Cora
    brushed her fingertips over his scaled chest. His breath
    seized in his throat. He watched