Big City: Box Set Part 3

She hooked her talons over his shoulders, folded her wings close to her body, and huddled on her mate, breathing in his familiar scent. Her big beast of a lover shot around the buildings like he was one of those sleek army missiles she'd only seen on TV.

Holy s.h.i.+t. She was a dragon, and she was flying. Yes, technically, Frey was flying, but she could fly once she figured out how. Perla stretched her long neck along Frey's, rubbing her forehead against his scales, and a shudder ran over his big body.

An annoying shriek sounded behind them. She turned her head. The golden dragon shadowed them, heating Frey's a.s.s with flames, his s.h.i.+ny, sharp talons reaching out.

Frey pulled his head up, and they climbed into the night sky, his large wings beating the cooler air. Perla looked back. Although Frey was larger and stronger, he carried her, and the other dragon gained on them.

She'd never been a burden to anyone. She wouldn't be a burden to Frey. She spread her wings tentatively. She could do this. She studied Frey's motions, and she extended her wings farther.

That was a big mistake. The wind pulled at her wings, and she couldn't close them. She wasn't strong enough. Frey roared, struggling against the resistance. The golden dragon shot by, his talons raking along Frey's stomach, blood scenting the air.

Her mate's blood.

Perla released her grip on Frey's shoulders, and the wind tossed her backward. She tumbled, colliding with the circling golden dragon. He clasped her, rolling her until she faced him, held chest to chest. A ma.s.sive appendage b.u.mped against her thigh, leaving a trail of hot liquid.

She sniffed, smelling c.u.m. h.e.l.l, no! She shrieked, struggling, biting, scratching, roasting him with her fire. He wouldn't let her go, his dragon c.o.c.k pus.h.i.+ng into her.

A dark force hit both of them, jarring Perla's body. Frey's jowls closed around the golden dragon's left front leg, and he ripped the rival away. A bone-chilling shriek of pain rocked the air, followed by an angry roar.

Perla flipped onto her stomach, stretching her wings as she fell. She tested the air with a couple beats of her wings. She moved upward. She flew! Perla ascended into the sky and glided, riding the air currents back and forth, as the two dragons battled below her.

The males circled each other, roaring threats and breathing fire. The golden dragon attacked first. Her big black dragon defended himself easily, driving the smaller dragon back with a snap of his large teeth.

Frey roared a taunt as he hovered slightly above his opponent, his large wings beating slowly, his position communicating his control of the battle. The golden dragon's reply was higher pitched and weaker.

Frey! Perla shrieked her preference, desire for him pumping through her veins. She was h.o.r.n.y, and he... he was everything a female dragon could want -- big, dominant, and strong. Her great dragon p.u.s.s.y moistened, her pa.s.sion scenting the air.

The golden dragon struck wildly. Frey twisted out of reach, whipped his head toward his rival, and bit into a golden wing with his deadly teeth. Bones crunched. The smaller dragon shrieked with pain.

Frey held on, shaking the no longer c.o.c.ky dragon back and forth, raking his golden scales with his black talons and shredding his wing membrane with his huge teeth. His rival whimpered his defeat, and Frey tossed him over his shoulder, like the beast weighed nothing.

Strong. Perla rumbled with excitement.

The golden dragon plummeted to the ground, and Frey released a triumphant roar. He flew toward her. She soared higher and higher, her scales rattling, her dragon p.u.s.s.y dripping with juice, leaving a trail of pungent arousal.

Frey was bigger and faster, and he soon caught up with her, skimming his body along hers, matching her speed. They touched and teased, rubbing limbs and tails and necks, until their forms aligned, his physique larger and male, her body smaller and female.

Perla wrapped her talons around him and clutched him closer, folding her wings submissively. He prodded her p.u.s.s.y with his huge c.o.c.k, and she tilted her hips, allowing him entry, welcoming his intimate intrusion, reveling in how he stretched her channel and filled her completely. G.o.d, he was big. Pain sharpened her pleasure, and she screeched.

He rumbled a rea.s.suring reply and nipped at her shoulder, blowing fire on her scales. She retaliated, squeezing her muscles around him.

Frey jerked his hips forward, pus.h.i.+ng his c.o.c.k deeper, his b.a.l.l.s pressed against her, before he pulled back out. In and out, in and out, he rutted with her, two primitive beasts f.u.c.king in the night sky. His thrusts were fierce and fervent, almost savage, their mating glorious and primal.

He beat his wings to their rhythm, flying with her faster and faster. The rush of air didn't cool Perla, as she was covered in heat and flames and him, and with each surge of his big body, he spiraled her pa.s.sion until it climbed as lofty as their alt.i.tude. They were high. So high. Too high. She was going to -- Holy s.h.i.+t! She screamed, and he roared, ramming his c.o.c.k deep inside her, bathing her womb with his boiling hot c.u.m. The rest of the world dropped away. There was only him and her and the New York night, and in that moment of acute connection, his wings stilled and then closed. They fell from the sky in a dizzying dive mirroring their climax, plunging toward the city streets.

Perla was unable to move, consumed by him, by her dragon. Frey released a roar of satisfaction and stretched out his wings once more, catching an updraft. As he flew with her toward the Bronx, she rubbed his neck, overcome with happiness. They were going home.

Chapter Five.

"Tell me she has been contacting Perla regularly," Frey grumbled to Vasile as he walked toward the private rooms, the club closed for the night, and the magical spell on Mele lifted. He'd left his sleepy mate in the bedroom as he worked.

"I told her to." The vampire's thin mouth twisted. "But the d.a.m.n woman doesn't do anything she's told. She opened the drapes while I was gone. Almost fried my a.s.s."

"If she hasn't called Perla, I will fry your a.s.s." Frey crossed into his personal domain, leaving his friend on the threshold muttering about how long eternity was.

Frey inhaled deeply as he shut the door behind him. The living room smelled of mate, and smoke. Ash covered the metallic tile, and the walls were blackened. "How was your evening, Perla?" He grinned.

"Fine." She sat cross-legged on the floor, his red silk s.h.i.+rt draped over her small form, her retrieved phone in her hands. Her stormy expression said she was far from fine.

"Why aren't you in bed, resting?" He kicked off his shoes.

A shadow of guilt flashed across her beautiful face. "I'm not tired." She glared at her phone.

He glanced at the bedroom. The door was closed. When he'd left, it had been open. "Do we have a bed?"

"We're dragons." She bounced up from her seat and stalked toward him. "Why the h.e.l.l do you have a flammable bed?" She rested her little fists on her hips. "I woke up in flames. I could have burned the whole club down."

"We're dragons?" Frey's grin spread. d.a.m.n. She was glorious.

She sighed, her anger deflating before him, the animation vanis.h.i.+ng from her face. Her head bowed, and her shoulders slumped. "I'm not normal, Frey," she whispered, her voice heart-wrenchingly small.

"Come here." He pulled her against his chest. "I agree, you're not normal for a puny human, but you are normal for a dragon." A young, s.e.xy dragon. He stroked over her back. She wasn't wearing a bra. He lowered his hands. Or panties.

"Am I?" Perla glanced up at him, her normally brilliant blue eyes tinged with red. "Am I normal for a dragon?"

She'd been crying... because she wasn't human. "Very normal," Frey a.s.sured her. He kissed the tip of her nose. "If there were a handbook on dragons, your picture would be featured."

She frowned at him. He frowned back and widened his eyes, striving for an expression of sincerity. Her lips twitched. "So when we get together with the other dragons, I'll fit in?"

Get together with other dragons? Frey straightened. h.e.l.l, no! Dragons were solitary for a reason.

She gazed at him expectantly, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

h.e.l.l. For her, he'd host a f.u.c.kin' dragon tea party. "You'll fit in perfectly." She beamed at his answer, and he continued. "Look at how well you fit in when you get together with this dragon." Frey stripped off his s.h.i.+rt, fabric shredding, b.u.t.tons flying.

"I haven't heard any complaints." She tucked her talons into his waistband and yanked down, the razor-sharp tips grazing his skin, leaving a burning trail of glorious pain.

"Mate!" Frey roared, clenching his fingers.

"You like that, don't you?" Perla teased his hard c.o.c.k with her talons. His skin armored itself with protective scales.

"Two can play at this game," he rumbled. He gripped the collar of her s.h.i.+rt and ripped, baring her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her pink nipples mouth-wateringly tight. Frey traced them with his talons, accentuating her white skin with a circle of shallow red scratches, her blue scales s.h.i.+mmering under the surface.

"Hmmm..." She moaned, her eyelids lowering, her mouth open. The scent of her arousal cut through the smoke, teasing Frey's nostrils, enhancing his desire. "And you've been playing longer."

"Not like this." He dropped to his knees, pain shooting up from his kneecaps. "Never like this." He licked where he'd marked her, flattening his tongue against her charcoal-flavored skin. "Only with you." Frey sucked her right nipple into his mouth, suckling on her sweetness. "My mate." He smiled at her flushed cheeks. Such pa.s.sion.

"More." She clutched him to her other breast greedily, and he obeyed her command, feasting on her t.i.t while she writhed against him. "Burn me, Frey. I need your heat." He blew flames on her scales, and she dug her talons into his skull.

He needed her. Frey laid Perla upon the hard floor, covering her with his body. She cradled him between her thighs, pressing her wet p.u.s.s.y lips against his shaft. He scratched and licked and burned, growing urgent with desire.

"f.u.c.k me, Frey." She pushed her hips upward.

"Yessss," he hissed, easing into her hot, welcoming p.u.s.s.y. She felt so good. He stilled, savoring the connection.

"We fit." She smiled up at him, her face soft with pa.s.sion.

"Perfectly." He bent his head and blew flames between their bodies. She gasped, and he kissed her open mouth, his fiery tongue branding hers. As they kissed, Frey rocked into her, sliding his black scales against her blue, silently, ardently wors.h.i.+pping her dragon-s.h.i.+fter form. He'd leave no doubt in her mind where she fit... with him, forever.

She hooked her ankles around his waist, her heels digging into his a.s.s, urging him faster, deeper. He increased their rhythm, but that didn't appease her. She kicked him harder and raked at his back with her talons. He broke their kiss and roared. She was so hot, so perfect, so his.

Their bodies slapped together, his chest smacking her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his b.a.l.l.s bouncing against her a.s.s. She was a wild creature under him, calling his name, bathing his shoulders and neck and face with fire, and he slammed her into the concrete floor, driving into her with all his dragon strength. She simply laughed, her husky sounds of joy adding to his ardor.

"Come for me, Perla," he coaxed. His b.a.l.l.s ached. His c.o.c.k burned, gripped in the hottest p.u.s.s.y he'd ever f.u.c.ked.

"You know what I need." She dared him with her eyes.

He did. He gripped her hips with his talons, his tips piercing scales, and he rammed into her, expelling a flow of flame over her.

She shrieked, flying upward into him, clenching her p.u.s.s.y down on his shaft. He roared with satisfaction, releasing streams and streams of boiling hot c.u.m, setting off her second climax.

"Perla." He tumbled upon her. "That is where you fit forever."

Big City Vampire.

Cynthia Sax.

Carly doesn't believe a word men say, and she doesn't want a relations.h.i.+p built upon their false promises. She takes her s.e.xual pleasure where she finds it, not expecting anything from anyone, especially not from a dark, handsome man who claims he's a vampire.

Vasile is a vampire. He's spent centuries searching for his beloved, the woman he is destined to love for all of eternity. When he does find her, she doesn't believe him. She doesn't believe he loves her, she doesn't believe he's a vampire, and she doesn't believe there's a lunatic rival out to kill her.

If Vasile can't earn Carly's trust, and soon, their eternity together may become mere minutes.

Chapter One.

"Yes, baby, that's it. Right there," Carly encouraged the stranger thrusting into her. She grasped the man's lean arms and lifted her hips, taking him deeper and deeper, savoring the sensual slide of latex-covered c.o.c.k against her aroused flesh.

Grunts and moans and sighs of satisfaction echoed off the walls of the crowded s.e.x club. The scent of hot, sweaty pa.s.sion filled her nostrils. There was no room in her mind or heart for memories of past disappointments or fears of failed future expectations. There was only here and now and the man positioned above her, working for his own selfish satisfaction.

"f.u.c.k me harder, baby." Carly curled her fingers around the curves of his pale shoulders while he plunged into her again and again, driving his thick c.o.c.k deep inside her p.u.s.s.y. As he rode her, he nibbled on her neck, his mouth firm and warm on her skin, and she arched into him, brus.h.i.+ng her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest, the sensation of nipples teasing bare skin sending s.h.i.+vers of l.u.s.t down her spine.

She moaned and writhed and raked her nails across his skin, her erotic performance amplified for her audience. Although there were dozens of men in the crowded s.e.x club watching their public display, she performed for only one man. Carly peered over her current lover's shoulder and met the red-rimmed gaze of her mysterious voyeur.

He was dressed all in black, his hair as dark as his long leather coat, and he looked at her with an intensity that made her tremble. She didn't know him, and she didn't know of him, yet their connection had been instant.

His scarred friend had called him Vasile, and he'd arrived two partners before her current lover. He hadn't touched her. He hadn't queued up to f.u.c.k her. He'd merely stood in the shadows and watched her, his fists clenched and his handsome face stormy with unspoken promises.

Carly dismissed those promises, not trusting he'd keep them, as no man ever had, but she couldn't as easily dismiss the desire swirling between them. Under his dark-eyed gaze, her arousal escalated to levels she'd never before experienced. She fantasized it was his leather-clad shoulders she gripped, and his slim hips pumping between her spread legs. He'd press his lips against her neck and -- Sharp teeth pierced her skin, the unexpected pain pus.h.i.+ng her over the edge of ecstasy. "Yes!" she cried out as she plummeted, bucking upward, release ripping through her, the waves violent and intense.

"No!" An animalistic roar rocked the club, and the weight on top of her lifted, cold air flowing where warm man once was. The man she'd been f.u.c.king shrieked as he slammed against the far wall, the impact cracking the plaster. His naked body crumpled onto the metallic flooring.

"Do NOT touch her!" Vasile bellowed, his black hair disheveled, and his eyes wild. "Remove them." He flicked the long, razor-sharp claws extending from his hands, and beefy bouncers plucked protesting male patrons from the seats surrounding her.

Carly blinked, both stimulated by his dominance and frightened by his violent display. The man had claws! She peeled her a.s.s off the leather couch and stood to confront him. "I --"

Vasile clutched her to him, burying her face into his hard chest, smothering her protests against his muscle, his touch demanding and sure, his body heat warm and inviting. Carly didn't struggle, allowing him to handle her, trusting him on an instinctual, primal level.

He mumbled words she didn't understand and threaded his long, slender fingers through her loose hair, his claws p.r.i.c.king her scalp. She leaned into him, inhaling the arousing aroma of leather and rich, dark earth, sensing this was where she belonged, with him, forever.

h.e.l.l, no, Carly. She raised her head. You don't believe in forever, remember? Forever is for suckers.

"Hey, buddy, it isn't your turn yet." She pushed at his shoulders. Vasile didn't budge, ignoring her weak attempt to move him. "You have to play nice with the other kiddies and wait your turn."

"I don't play nice with anyone." His deep voice flowed over her like melted caramel, dripping into all of the empty s.p.a.ces inside of her. "And I won't wait my turn." Vasile lowered his hands, spanning her neck with his cool fingers, teasing the puncture marks on her skin.

"Kerrick's man bit you, Carly." He glowered at her with red-rimmed eyes as though the biting had been her fault.

Carly bristled. She didn't know who Kerrick was, why he needed to have a man, or how Vasile knew her name.

She did know men, however, and she heard the jealousy in Vasile's accusation. Jealousy implied they had a relations.h.i.+p, and relations.h.i.+ps were built on empty promises.

"I didn't mind the biting." Carly forced a laugh to show him she didn't belong to him. They didn't have a relations.h.i.+p. She was her own woman, and she could do whatever she liked, f.u.c.k whomever she wanted. "So relax."

"Relax? He bit you. And I do mind." He swept his thumb over her wounds, his touch painfully tender. "Very much." His top lip curled. "Only for you would I do this." He bent his head and swept the flat of his tongue across her skin, bathing the bite mark in warm moisture and setting all her nerve endings on fire.

"Hmmm..." She closed her eyes, tilting her chin upward and sliding her palms under his leather coat, up his silk-covered chest, his muscles undulating under her fingers.

"Carly." He murmured her name like it was a fervent prayer, and rubbed his cheek against hers. "Vow you'll never let another male bite you."

Vow...promise...