“What’s a sexy girl like you doing up here all alone?”

The startled lioness spun around. The dull beat of the club now behind her, drifting up from one floor down. It partially drowned out the approaching crunch of footsteps through the rooftop gravel. “The music sucks. And I don’t feel like dancing tonight.”

She started to turn back toward the ledge, pausing as eyes caught the form of the dragon as he stepped into the light.

“Maybe you just need the right dance partner.” The scaled muzzle flashed a grin as he stepped up behind the mountain lion, placing hands on her hips and leaning in close. “Or maybe you just need to feel the beat of a different tempo tonight.”

The lion closed her eyes as she felt the frame against her back, finding herself pressing into the big beast’s grinding. Downstairs she’d struck out. Whether it was slim picking in the club or just an off night, she wasn’t sure. It didn’t much matter anyway.

She’d said she was stepping out for some air, and at this point she had no idea if her girlfriends were still even waiting around. But as the moment lingered, as she moved with the dragon, she found herself hoping they weren’t.

Bodies slipped, clothing stripped, as cool breeze surrounded them. The cat reached behind the dragon’s head, gripping a horn as he took her, the two beginning their own dance, flesh against flesh, throwing caution, and her pants, to the wind.