DragonMate by Jory Strong

over his. “You’ve done a lot of research on dragons.”
     
    “I think it’s safe to say I’m an expert on them.”
     
    “Hmmm, is that so? Are you sure a dragon’s cock never emerges for any reason except to couple?”
     
    “Positive.”
     
    Her eyes held challenge and disbelief. “I think you’re mistaken. Tell me if this would work in getting a male dragon to show himself.”
     
    She knelt before he guessed her intention.
     
    Lust held him immobile, as did the sultry image of her gazing up at him through her lashes. Every drop of blood roared to his penis, scorching through veins and arteries as it went.
     
    Like prey ensnared, he was trapped in the moment and the vision of her. His heart thundered in his chest, first in anticipation and then in sheer panic as her lips closed around his cock head and he realized the magic holding him into a human form was only a beat away from shattering.
     
    His hips bucked, denying his intent even as he reached down to pull her to her feet.
     
    They jerked again, humping air, as he lifted and pressed her to the wall.
     
    His cock screamed in protest at being denied the feel of her wet mouth. But it was mollified when he found her opening and thrust all the way inside, hard and deep, his penis fully dragon.
     
    “That feels so good,” Jazzlyn said, wrapping her arms and legs around him, seeking his mouth with hers.
     
    He took her lips as fiercely as he took her cunt. He plundered her mouth with his tongue as his cock pounded mercilessly into her channel, the water lashing them, trapping them in steamy intimacy and heated sensation until they both cried out in release.

 
    Chapter Six
     
     
     
    “None of the vehicles are in the driveway,” Kirill said as they got within sight of the house they’d visited earlier.
     
    “One of them might be in the garage.”
     
    He didn’t think it boded well for Jazzlyn’s cousin if her car had been removed from sight intentionally. “It’s possible.”
     
    Jazzlyn parked where she had on their initial visit. But when she would have turned the engine off, he stopped her with the touch of his hand to hers, and hid a satisfied smile at having thought of a way to ensure she would remain in the car without having to do battle with her. “Leave it running. One way or another, I intend to enter the house and learn what I can about your cousin’s whereabouts and condition. Be ready to drive away.”
     
    “I can’t ask you to break into Mark’s house.”
     
    Kirill chuckled. He doubted such a thing would be necessary. Dragons excelled at entering without breaking. It was an essential skill for beings who loved adding treasure to their hoards.
     
    “It might be the only way to learn something,” he said. “This might be the only opportunity we have to do so.”
     
    Worry clouded her eyes, a concern that warmed him to his toes because he knew it was for him and not her cousin. “I’ll go with you,” she said, turning off the car’s engine to emphasize her intention.
     
    Fear flashed through him, followed by pride. Despite the confident sound of her voice, he could smell her fear at the prospect of entering the house.
     
    Kirill trapped her against the door with his body. His instinct was to demand and dominate, to insist with a show of strength and flash of dragon fire. But his feelings for her led him to tender kisses and gentle touches, to a whispered, “Trust me to do this for you, Jazzlyn.”
     
    “I don’t want you hurt or in trouble.”
     
    “I’ll take care so neither happens.” He cupped her breast and was immediately rewarded by the scent of fear yielding to that of willing desire. “Promise to stay in the car so I won’t have to worry about your safety.”
     
    Her laugh was husky, shaky. “You’re not fighting fair.”
     
    Happiness filled him at her teasing. In all the centuries since he’d first glimpsed her image in the mirror, he’d been consumed with thoughts of ridding himself