Asche

My ass felt like a hot iron plate was placed on it. It burned and stung with a throbbing ache afterward. This isn't happening, it's all a dream. Mr. Dick Almighty did not find me and his abnormally red eyes aren't burning holes through my body.

A security guard, immediately taking in the scene, came onto the stage and barricaded him from touching me again.

"Sir, please, no harassment of employees. I'm going to have to ask you to step back." He said with authority.

Mr. Dick Almighty's expression only darkened further with irritation and anger. As my eyes met his briefly, I shuddered as a surging desire electrified me.

Other onlookers were getting agitated and wanted me to resume dancing but my mood was ruined, in addition to that, I couldn't focus knowing his smoldering eyes were glued on me.

"It's okay, I'm done for the night. You can let Paris take the stage." 

I turned to walk away not before he growled out, "I'll find you."

I snorted and glared at him. "And I'll be right between your ass crack." Then I turned and strode away with dignity intact.

As soon as I was out of eyesight, I snatched off my heels and ran down the halls. The other dancers stared at me in confusion but I didn't care. I was hyperventilating and scared shitless. How the fuck did he find me? This is disturbing, I have to get out of here.

I was so desperate to leave that I forgot to pick up the stack of money that he threw at me. Shit! There goes my school fees. I'll have a quick fuck later to make up for it. I knew the security guard would come looking for me to bring my bag of money, however, in this case, I didn't give a damn. I'm being stalked by a man who had enough money to have me tracked, kidnapped, or worse, killed.

Without knowing, I ran into Kirk who grabbed my arms with a frown to steady me. He stared at my distressed expression with a deeper frown.

"What's wrong Asche? You look petrified."

"Hide me, Kirk! You've got the money." I pleaded breathlessly, my eyes wide with fear.

I glanced around to see if he was close, paranoia kicking in.

"Is someone trying to hurt you?" He went on with his questions.

My heart threatened to beat the fuck out of my chest and I feared that I might pass out. Moreover, my ass was inflamed, I was sure of that.

"I'll explain later," I said impatiently, grabbing his arms and pulling him away. "Just take me to your place. I'll feel safe there. Please, Kirk."

Kirk understood that this wasn't a laughing matter and that I was seriously frightened beyond control. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around my arms, then he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, leading me to the V.I.P section that had an emergency exit.

"Whatever you ask." He said, guiding me down the hall. "You know I'll always be here for you."

I sighed with relief and laid my head on his shoulder, feeling momentarily safe.

Drakos

They had security escort me out of the building. I didn't put up a fight just to keep my dignity and refrain from causing a scene. There was no doubt that I would've burned this place down to ashes if provoked.

However, I was amongst humans and they were unaware of the existence of dragons, so that definitely would have been an unwise decision.

Once again, he got away. His scent vanished and I no longer felt his body heat.

My body trembled and I felt my scales flash across my features. My dragon desired to take form and I couldn't stop nor control the shift. I glanced around for my bodyguards who were stationed by the black limo that I blessed them with and strode over to them quickly.

"Take me to the edge of the forest, now," I growled out through gritted teeth, fighting back my dragon and his determination to take control.

With no hesitation, they did as I said, arriving at the requested destination in several minutes. I got out of the car swiftly and ran through the forest. Steam blew through my nostrils and my skin began to give off steam as well as the shift began.

My skin shredded into iridescent scales as my legs elongated and a tail formed. A snout was now where my face was supposed to be with small, crimson eyes and a large, broad mouth.

My dragon had finally come forth and he soared through the sky at a safe height, right above the trees. There was no mistaking the erection that stuck out from our scaly body, enormous and ramrod straight.

my dragon craved to mate and breed, but there is only one person our body responded to and that's the prostitute, Asche. Plus, he's a male. No matter what female came my way, rubbed against me, or try to solicit sexual favors from me, my body refused them. The vagina no longer interested me. I tried after meeting him and it proved futile.

He's lucky he ran away because if he didn't, there was no telling what I might have done to him in heat. But I desired to have him, to hold him and captivate his mind, body, and soul. Flying assisted in keeping us calm and level-minded. I no longer ached in celibacy and for the desire to fuck. The night breeze was a factor in ensuring just that.

Now exhausted and relaxed, I lowered myself and shifted back before heading to the limo. They weren't aware of my secret, so I tried not to expose myself before them.

When I got back, I was fully nude and they all stared at me with concern.

"Mr. Armander, what happened?" One gasped, coming towards me but I held up my hand to stop him.

"I'm fine, there is no need to worry. I felt hot so I stripped and went for a walk, however, I lost my clothes along the way. Come, let us head home, I'm famished."

They all shared confused looks but complied.

After shifting back, I was always hungry and ate a lot. I'm thinking to eat Chinese tonight, and have my housekeeper order it to be delivered. Foreign food is my favorite.

Shortly after I got in the car, and my driver drove back on the road, my phone rang. It was Falcon.

I answered the call. "Yes, Falcon?"

"Where are you now?" He asked. I picked up the excitement in his voice and wondered why he was in high spirits.

"I'm on my way home. Why do you want to know?"

"I have a surprise for you," There was no concealment of his enthusiasm about this particular surprise.

"I hate surprises," I said stoically.

"I'm certain you're going to love this one." I heard loud giggles and laughter in the background and frowned. Where was he?

My frame of mind wasn't pleasant right now to take on Falcon's surprise, so I flat out refused. "I won't and I'm hanging up now. Goodnight, brother."

Seconds before I slid my hand across the cell phone's screen he said gleefully, "Well, we'll meet you there because I'm already at your penthouse."

The call ended. I clenched my teeth.

I'm going to murder him.

Drakos

Falcon invited a bunch of males into my penthouse. Most of them were clothed in the most skimpy clothes available in their wardrobe.

"What...what is the meaning of this, Falcon?" I hissed angrily when I strode in, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants that I had my bodyguard buy from a local store.

"Brother dearest," He came over to me and hooked his arm around my neck happily, "I give you a harem filled with beautiful men to choose from. Aren't I the best?" He smiled cheekily.

I shoved his arm away with thinned lips and a malevolent glare. "I did not ask for this. Get them out of here."

He ticked his finger at me with a disapproving look. "No can do. I paid a generous amount of money for these stunning men to bless your presence and you dare refuse their services?"

I glanced at the group of men with disdain. They were everywhere, wearing nearly anything. Kissing on my sofa, some were in the kitchen presumably cooking dinner, while others were giving me lustrous stares. I quickly glanced away and grabbed Falcon by the arm and removed us from their peripheral vision.

"I will strangle the dragon out of you if you do not get them out of my home this instant!" I hissed under my breath.

"But aren't you gay?" He asked, not liking the way the events of tonight turned out.

I closed my eyes and willed myself some patience because I was close to throttling him. Falcon is an idiot who's careless about other's feelings just like his twin sister. I wasn't sure if I was gay, but there was only one male I craved to dominate, and that is my little prostitute. When I see other men, my body doesn't even react at all, so what am I to be categorized as?

"Falcon," I sighed exasperatingly. "I am not gay."

"Then, you're a closet gay?"

"NO!" I snapped but his expression did not shift from amusement.

"You cannot blame me for at least trying to please you. Since you couldn't find your little runaway trollop, I took the initiative to give you other options. Felicia told me about your dilemma. So as your caring siblings, we did what any other caring sibling would do." He explained, sounding slightly upset.

Truthfully speaking, I have changed since I met that young prostitute. What was his name again? It reminded me of a dragon. How could I have forgotten it?

"You're obsessed with him and it's not healthy." He chided. "Drakos, you are one of the wealthiest men in this town, you can have your pick of any male or female, so why him? Why lower your standards?" He narrowed his eyes at me questioningly.

"When I find the answer, then you can bombard me with these questions because I do not have the answer for what you're asking." I gritted out. "But tonight, I am in an unpleasant mood and trust and believe me, I'll burn each and every one of them to a crisp. Get them out now." I strode off and left him staring at my retreating figure with wrinkled brows.

I crawled into bed, not caring about Falcon and what he did to get them to vacate my premises. Hunger left me, fatigue consumed me and sleep called me to flutter my eyes shut and drift into nothingness.

I eventually did after disrobing myself and crawling into bed.

When I woke up, it was the following day. I shifted in bed and felt something slick on my stomach and thighs. Rolling over, I flicked on my side lamp and gasped at the copious amount of semen on my body and bedsheets.

I glanced up after something slick dripped on my cheek and behold, there was a large pool of semen that clung to the canopy of my bed. This is getting out of control. Even in sleep, my body is misbehaving. What has me perplexed is the fact that I don't recall dreaming about anything last night or I knew I did but I couldn't remember what it entailed.

I had to fuck this man to get him out of my system because my savage desire to claim him is sending me over the edge. With that amount of ejaculatory fluid plastered around, on and above me, it must mean I was partly shifted when my cock erupted. What if I ended up subconsciously burning down my penthouse?

"Falcon!" I called out and my brother came rushing into the room, his face filled with alarm.

His expression immediately shifted when his eyes locked on to the soiled sheets.

"Drakos..." His voice was filled with shock.

"This is madness. You have to help me, Falcon. I must have him to satiate this hunger that's driving me crazy."

"Has this ever happened before?" He asked, not bothered by my nudity and embarrassing incident.

"No, never."

"Then it is only right that you fix the issue. Where is he?"

"In hiding. He won't show his face for some time. I'm aware that you'll soon be heading back to Barbados, but just do me this favor, please. His friend...the dark-skinned one, can't he assist you in finding him? Greg won't be able to find him, I'm afraid he's caught onto my tactics."

Falcon's eyes were filled with pity. "I'll try my best to find him, just know that if I do, he'll be unwilling to comply."

"Offer him money. Thousands of it. Whatever appeases him to accept. He loves money, also, try a more subtle approach, he doesn't respond well to aggression."

Falcon smiled, "Oh, I know my way around his kind. Just keep your distance. Let little brother take care of it for you."

Asche

My phone rang for fifteen minutes on and off. It was the same unknown number that I ignored on my way to the strip club. I glared at the electronic device with agitation and finally snatched it from the nightstand and answered it.

"Who is this?" I said irritably.

"Asche, thank goodness I got through to you. I've been trying to call you for weeks but you refused to take my calls. I went to see you and your landlord said you moved out. Ever since that night on the yacht, I couldn't get in contact with you. What happened? Are you alright?" He said with relief and concern.

I felt guilty for eluding him, but I only did what I thought was best.

Should I tell him about what transpired between Mr. Dick Almighty or not? It seems as if he doesn't have a clue about it but, what if I'm risking everything?

Hold up...

"Stephon, how did you get my number?" I asked slowly.

There was a brief pause and then he said rather unconvincingly, "Through a friend."

"But I don't have any friends," I stated, feeling a rush of apprehension take over me. Something didn't feel right.

"It was...ah...one of your coworkers at the club." He went further with his lies.

First of all, my only friend was him, secondly, none of the strippers had my number. I'm not a friendly person, I'm socially awkward and a recluse, he should know this. Yet, Stephon is blatantly lying through the skin of his teeth.

Then, it all hit me in remembrance. Stephon is fucking the brother of my stalker. The brother is wealthy as well. He has connections. What if he's...

Oh, shit!

I quickly ended the call and jumped out of bed, my heart racing at a startling rate.

I ran to the doors of the balcony, opened them, and tossed my phone over the ledge without a care.

There goes eight-hundred dollars. That was an expensive iPhone.