Humansdidn’trealizethearousal that they emit from their bodies. From the outside, her facial expressions remained calm, almost too un-lifelike. She was an excellent actress in that regard. Possibly from the many years of having to please whoever held her as a prisoner.
Who will all eventually die a slow and painful death.
When she sat on my lap, I held her close, keeping her body next to mine. It helped my wolf’s demanding voice fade, but then it stirred something else entirely—my cock.
Since becoming rogue and almost rabid, the liveliness of my cock had dwindled as the years went on. The animalistic part of my body had taken over and disregarded anything to do with procreating because my wolf deemed us unworthy.
Hell, I deemed us unworthy.
For a time, I could sate myself, taking care of my problems on my own when I went into a rut. Only a few times had another female rogue needed help with their heat, and I was happy to oblige when my rut seemed to coincide with it.
Now I regretted those moments.
If I had known I was to be given a second chance, I would have saved my cock for her.
But right now, the combination of her closeness, her arousal, and my wolf scenting her had stirred my body back to life. I was healing and with that, my cock stirred to knot inside her.
Leaving Journey in my room, I barged into Sizzle’s apartment. It remained unlocked, the lock long since broken, but no one dared to break in any door on this side of town. I pushed his bathroom door open and fumbled through the enormous amounts of lube in his medicine cabinets.
For a dragon who lived a celibate life, he worked out his hand. I muddled through, finding the most basic shit I could find. My hand fumbled, my cock pressed hard against the inside of my jeans. It was painful. Every second that passed, I thought it might explode from the pressure against the rough fabric. A knot was forming at the base, my grimace reflecting in the mirror.
Grunting, I ripped my belt from the loops, unbuttoning my pants. My cock stayed swollen, red, and inflamed. Fuck, I don’t remember the last time it had ever been this hard, this painful. Gripping it with my right hand, I squeezed the base, pouring lube on top of my slow and steady strokes.
The smooth, hardened shaft felt slick in my hand. The area where I’d had a Jacob’s ladder piercing done when my cock become permanently flaccid tingled with extra sensation.
It hadn’t been this hard since I had I got it pierced. I had hoped it would stir my body to feel something, anything, but that was all for nothing. Now, it was hard forher,my second chance at a new life.
I growled, leaning against the wall.
My face gazed at the mirror, my wolf growling at me to have Journey take care of this. To have her hand graze over the thick shaft, her tiny hands would barely be able to reach around it.
Fuck, she was too delicate for this, too fragile to handle the beast my wolf was becoming. It wasn’t possible. We couldn’t claim her, not yet.
My wolf flashed images in my mind of Journey in the outfit we’d found her in—a tight bodice of black spandex, the fabric caressing her in all the right places. Despite being too skinny thanks to years of deprivation, she was perfection.
I groaned far too loudly at the thought of the swell of her breasts, her slim waist, and her rounded ass. Those caramel-colored eyes beckoned me to draw closer to her, to graze my lips over her until I slowly claimed every part of her body. First, her forehead, lips, and down her neck. Then, The swell of her breasts until she let me undress her.
My wolf howled, creating images of her mouth around my cock. I squeezed tighter, the image of my hand grabbing the back of her head to sink her deeper.
I tightened my hold on her hair, her mouth hummed into me. My wolf panted, begging for her to suck us dry.
Journey’s golden orbs dove into my soul as soon as I saw my cock disappear into her mouth once more. One of her hands massaged my heavy balls, the other holding my hips as I continued to fuck her mouth.
Groaning, my hand fisted my cock until the knot swelled inside my hand. Gripping tighter, my claws ripped into the counter as my release coated my hand. My release was plentiful, but my cock swelled again.
Shit.
My rut was coming and having Journey in the same apartment as me would be damned impossible. I couldn’t take her, I’d scare her. We didn’t know each other at all, yet my wolf seemed to think we knew her just enough.
But if her arousal meant anything, she at least found me attractive.
My crooked smile widened. She thought I was attractive. In her eyes, I was attractive. My chest swelled and pride filled me. Her arousal was for me.
The wolf inside me dared to roll his eyes like I was some wide-eyed fool. I was, fuck, after being told we were not handsome enough, strong enough, fast enough, of course I wouldn’t believe I was attractive enough for a female. Our first mate rejected us, but so far, Journey hadn’t.
But she didn’t know what I was yet.
Shaking the thought away, my wolf brought more images, forbidden images of Journey to my mind. From behind, the front, hell, all over the kitchen table, and my cock continued to spray my seed all over Sizzle’s small bathroom.
