Page 26 of Last Minion Standing
Dretnor whirled, and I could see, just barely, past one side of him, Drake barreling into the room. But he wasn’t Drake for long. Even as my lover moved, his body rippled and grew and grew some more. Scales formed over his skin, ebony-colored pieces that shimmered almost blue when he moved. When he’d finished transforming, a massive dragon crowded the room.
Hot damn.
Steam hissed in and out of Drake’s nostrils, and when he spoke—in our heads, not out loud—I shivered at the raw power.
“Step away from my mate. Now.”
Intelligence wasn’t one of Dretnor’s strong points, apparently—just look who he wanted to hook up with—and instead of obeying something higher up in the food chain, he turned and grabbed me by the hair. I struggled in his grip, but battered and weakened, I didn’t accomplish much.
Actually, that wasn’t true. If anything, Drake looked even more pissed as he got a better look at the beating I’d received.
“Die,” Drake hissed as smoke curled from his nostrils.
Faster than I would have credited a creature of his size, the dragon’s forearm lashed out with its razor sharp claws and lopped Dretnor’s arm off. Gravity yanked me down. Without Dretnor to hold me up, I expected to meet the floor up close and personal, but Drake, again in a lightning-quick move, grabbed me with his other hand—er, claw.
I found myself tucked under a leathery wing against a gigantic, scaly body, and slumped in relief. And it wasn’t just because I’d almost met my maker—if I had one. Drake was alive and safe, not to mention superhot coming to my rescue, even if he was currently a dragon instead of a man.
Dretnor, without his hostage, and minus one arm, didn’t look too impressive anymore, but Drake didn’t care. His maw, with jagged teeth, opened wide, and he exhaled. A cloud billowed out of his mouth and encased Dretnor, who didn’t even have time to say “boo.” When the mist cleared, Drake’s bedroom had acquired a life-sized ice sculpture of one very ugly demon. Cool.
I might have admired it more, or said something like, “my hero,” but I did the most girl thing ever. I swooned.
Chapter Sixteen
Awareness returned and found me lying on Drake’s bed, naked still and spread-eagle, but unbound—what a shame. Raising my head, I looked at my mostly healed body. Wow. How long had I been sleeping?
As if he heard my mental query, Drake answered. “You were out for about twelve hours.”
I turned toward Drake’s voice and found him standing beside the bed and, even better, completely naked.
“The poison should be out of your system by now, and in another twelve to sixteen hours, the rest of your injuries should be gone.”
Thank Satan for super-healing demon blood. I felt like a million bucks considering what had happened, and I wanted to celebrate being alive. What I couldn’t understand was why Drake didn’t join me on the bed. I could see he wanted me. His cock projected hard enough to do chin-ups on.
I rolled onto my side and smiled at him. “Thanks for killing Dretnor. I guess that makes you the winner. So why don’t you come here and show me what a good minion you are?”
He just smiled at me. “Depends. You going to tell me what I want to hear?”
I rolled my eyes. “Are we back to that? Isn’t it enough I like fucking you?”
Faster than my half-human eyes could follow, I found myself on my stomach with his deliciously bare body plastered over mine, his throbbing cock pulsing against the crease of my cleft. I wiggled my bottom against him, and he groaned.
“Dammit, baby, you are driving me insane. You are not leaving this bed until you tell me you love me and beg me to mark you.”
“Do your best,” I said breathlessly. He didn’t need to know I intended to cave. I loved him, pure and simple. When I thought he might be dead, I’d suffered more pain than all of my physical injuries put together. But knowing I loved him and secretly wanted him to mark me as his didn’t mean I wouldn’t really enjoy his attempts to convince me. I’d make sure he worked at it extra hard.
His arm snaked around my waist, and he hoisted my bottom up. When I tried to raise myself on my arms, a heavy hand shoved me down, burying my face into the pillow. Ooh, kinky. His knees nudged my legs apart, and his swollen head rubbed against my already moist lips.
“Are you going to say it?”
“No,” I said with a hidden smile.
I yelped at the hard smack he lay on my plump ass cheek, and then I moaned as he followed up with a cock thrust into my tight channel. I’d barely had a chance to clench him when he pulled out and asked again, “Do you love me?”
“Can’t we just be friends?” Slap and pump. “Fuck friends?”
Again, he smacked my ass then impaled me. Damn was I having fun. Panting by now, I shook my head when he asked again and bit back my cry as he slapped my already stinging buttocks, but I was ready for the other half of his persuasion, and when he plunged his shaft back in, I tightened my muscles around him.
He grunted as he dug his fingers into my cheeks. “Tell me you love me.”