Chapter 1: The Scale of Desire
I never thought a single scale could unravel a man’s soul, but as I stood outside the quaint little café on Elm Street, staring through the glass at Jace, I knew something ancient and primal still lingered in him. His eyes, once a soft hazel, now flickered with an unnatural glint—something draconic, something hungry. My heart raced, torn between the memory of his tender touch and the terror of his transformed obsession.
It started weeks ago, when Jace, my lover of two fiery years, returned from the mountains with a shimmering dragon scale clutched in his hand. He’d boasted about slaying the beast, but the moment his fingers brushed that iridescent relic, a shadow crossed his face. That night, he wasn’t himself. ‘Lila, I need you,’ he growled, his voice deeper, almost reptilian, as he pinned me against the wall, his hands roaming with a desperate, feral need. I pushed him back, my own strength surprising me. ‘Jace, what the hell’s gotten into you?’ I snapped, my breath hitching as his lips curled into a predatory smirk. ‘Something older than us, darling. Something that wants you as much as I do.’
I should’ve run then, but curiosity—and damn it, desire—kept me close. Until the tail. Yes, a fucking tail, whipping out from behind him, coiling around my waist as he tried to pull me in for a kiss that reeked of brimstone. ‘Get off me, you scaly bastard!’ I hissed, shoving him with all my might, breaking free and bolting out the door. That was when the chase began—through the labyrinthine hospital building, up and down elevators, his footsteps echoing like a predator’s growl. ‘Lila, you can’t escape what’s meant to be!’ he roared as the lift doors slammed shut in his face, my heart pounding louder than the machinery.
Now, here I was, outside the café, fresh from a blind date with a man who couldn’t hold a candle to Jace’s intensity, even on his worst day. My date, some bland accountant named Greg, had just left, muttering about ‘nice meeting you’ while I barely listened. My eyes were locked on Jace inside, sitting at a corner table, looking almost... normal. Almost human. But I knew better. My gut twisted with a cocktail of longing and dread. What if the dragon hadn’t left him? What if it was waiting, biding its time to claim me again?
I pushed the door open, the bell chiming like a warning. Jace’s head snapped up, his gaze piercing through me, igniting a heat I couldn’t ignore. ‘Lila,’ he purred, standing, his voice a velvet trap. ‘Missed me?’
‘Don’t play coy, Jace. I saw what you became,’ I shot back, keeping the table between us, though every inch of me screamed to close the distance. ‘Are you even you anymore?’
He chuckled, low and dangerous, stepping closer. ‘I’m more me than ever. And I’m hard for you, Lila. Can’t you feel it? The pull? It’s not just me—it’s destiny.’ His words sent a shiver down my spine, my body betraying me as I felt a rush of heat, wet and undeniable, between my thighs.
‘Destiny doesn’t chase me through hospitals with a damn tail,’ I retorted, but my voice wavered as he rounded the table, his presence overwhelming, his scent intoxicating. He reached out, fingertips grazing my arm, and I hated how much I wanted to lean into it.
‘Let me show you,’ he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, ‘how much I’ve been sweating, panting, craving you. Let me taste that fire in you.’ My resolve cracked as his hand slid to my waist, pulling me flush against him, his cock pressing insistently through his jeans against my hip. I could feel myself dripping with need, my pussy aching for the fight and the fuck I knew was coming.
‘Jace, if this is the dragon talking—’ I started, but his lips crashed against mine, silencing me, his kiss a wildfire threatening to consume us both. And as I gripped his shirt, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, I knew this was only the beginning of a battle I wasn’t sure I wanted to win.
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