Chapter 51

"Katie said you only turn into actual stone for healing," she said. "But your skin will look like whatever stone you turn into."
"Jasper," he said, his voice husky with arousal as he gazed at her. "My stone is a green and brown jasper."
"Ah. Well, my skin turns metallic bronze and scaly, so it's not like I have room to be judgmental." Actually, she thought jasper would perfectly match the greens and browns of his eyes. She shimmied out of her jeans, her eyes never leaving his broad physique as he did the same. They tossed their pants aside and stood there, perhaps six feet apart, both obviously aroused.
"Okay," Dana said breathily. "Here goes." She closed her eyes and focused on the change, letting her body revert to its half-dragon form. Her skin stretched and bones popped as her wings formed on her back and her claws extended. The grove came into sharper focus as her eyes altered, her pupils narrowing to a vertical slit. She knew without looking that her skin glowed a pale bronze color and though the scales weren't evident, there would be a faint tracing of them if he looked closely enough. Just for fun, she puffed a soft cloud of smoke out her nostrils, trying not to giggle - it always tickled the inside of her nose when she did that.
"Magnificent." Beau whispered the word, then, began to morph as well.
His body grew even as his skin darkened to the mottled shades of green and brown he'd mentioned. His feet narrowed into hooves, though his hands did not and his face lengthened, giving him just the hint of a bovine appearance. His short hair still covered the top of his head but his ears were bigger and peeked out just below his hairline. Thick, leathery, bat-shaped wings sprouted from his shoulders, while a long tail with a tuft of dark hair at the end twitched around his ankles. Of course, she couldn't help looking at his cock. Suddenly, she understood why someone would want to be "hung like a bull." She licked her lips - he was even more impressive in this form.
She reached out her hand - she just had to touch him, had to feel the texture of that smooth skin. Time hung suspended for a moment, then they both moved at the same time, meeting in the center to clasp each other in their arms.
"You're beautiful."
"I want you, Beau."
Their words came out at the same time. Both of them chuckled and Dana buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling his rugged, earthy scent. It was still identifiably his but had taken on a darker, muskier tone that inflamed her senses even more.
There was an old oak tree, just a few feet to Dana's left and Beau stepped over to it, pulling her with him. After one scorching kiss, he pulled her hands from around his neck and spun her around, placing her hands above her head on the trunk of the oak.
"Mmmm." Dana wiggled her butt, brushing her cheeks against Beau's massive erection as he moved up behind her. She widened her stance, making plenty of room for him between her legs.
"Even hotter like this, aren't you, my little firebrand?" He palmed her breasts and rasped his rough hands across her budded nipples.
"You always make me hot," she replied, reaching back to take his heavy cock in one hand. She squeezed, loving the firm texture and strength of him.
"And you always make me hard," he returned. One hand slid down to cup her smooth, hairless mound, then delved further to find her pussy swollen and dripping for him. "I can't seem to get you out of my system."
"Hormones," she grunted as she moved against his hand, stroking his erection at the same time. "Will go away eventually." Oh hell, had she really said that? Now she was going to have to explain everything - later.
"Had better." He pulled her hand away from his shaft and positioned himself at her entrance.
With one powerful surge, he seated himself inside her, the top of his erection as deep as she'd ever felt anything. Dana squeezed down with her internal muscles, nearly coming just from the power of the penetration. She'd never had sex in her dragon form and was surprised to find just how sensitive her skin had become. And her nose. Just the scent of him made her cream.
When Beau began to move, she moaned at the delicious friction caused by his oversized cock. He held her hips in place with his hand on her mound while his other arm circled her chest, holding her in his steely grip. Forced to stand still while he fucked her, she felt every sensation more strongly, from the flick of his fingertips on her engorged clit to the rough bark of the tree beneath her palms and the mossy earth below her feet.
Out slow, in hard. His rhythm was rough, abrupt, almost harsh. And Dana loved it. She whimpered each time he impaled her, clutching him with her vaginal walls and digging her fingers into the tree.
Beau's breath grew ragged as he picked up speed, pounding into her more quickly as the seconds sped past. Finally he buried his face into the crook of her neck and bit down, clamping his teeth on the mark on her shoulder and biting just hard enough to break the skin. Dana screamed his name then as she came, convulsing around him in a powerful surge of sex and magic. Beau kept his teeth locked in her shoulder and buried himself to the hilt, bracing his hands beneath hers on the tree. He held his cock deep in her cunt as she spasmed around him until he finally released in long, wet waves. His climax triggered a second one in Dana and they stood there, locked together and coming, for several long minutes.
Finally, Beau dragged in a breath and pushed himself off the tree and off Dana. The night air felt cool against the sweaty skin of her back and she realized her cheek was pressed against the tree bark. Once he'd pulled out, she stood, gasping for breath and holding the tree with one hand for support.
"You okay?" He reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Yeah," she panted. "You?"
"Never better."