Page 25 of My Dragon Lovers

I looked at him as though he was stupid. “Brock, he wants to finish what Ilvar started. There’s only one place he’s going to be.”

He turned towards the horizon. “They’re not going to like this. They’re not going to like this at all.”

“No, they’re not. But I’m not going to sit around and wait while Kyra is in trouble. Come on, let’s go. This time it’s us who are going to take him by surprise. We have some payback to offer,” the words hissed through my teeth like fire and my heart raged with righteous fury. We unfurled our wings like great banners and soared into the sky. The other dragons would be forming a plan and seeking to find the right way forward, but we could not afford to take such time. Our destiny was calling us, and we would not ignore its plea.

Chapter Nineteen

Kyra

I tumbled through the darkness. I was filled with pain. I wanted to scream, yet no sounds were conjured from my throat. Then an arm shot out. I recoiled at first, thinking that it was my captor.

“It’s going to be okay.” It was Aidan. His calm tone and reassuring smile came into view. It felt as though I was floating. I came to a stop and allowed him to comfort me. I looked down. We were naked. Soft shadows rippled across our bodies like ink on a stark white page. A thrill ran through me as his arm slipped around my waist and he pulled me into him. I immediately felt his arousal, as well as the heat prickling on his skin. He kissed me, soothing my aching wounds. My body arched back like a bow and my eyes clamped shut.

Suddenly everything was alright.

Then another pair of hands came sweeping along my waist, holding me tightly. I craned my neck to the side. It was Brock. He caught my lips in his and the taste of them both swam over my tongue. I luxuriated in the heat of them both, sinking into their flesh. Aidan drifted down my body, his tongue leaving a trail of fire over the hollow of my throat, my collarbone, my breasts. Breaths rose from my heaving chest as his arms ran down the sides of my body. He sank deeper and deeper until he was fully subsumed in the miasma of my arousal. A squeaking moan rose from my lips as he buried himself between my legs, his tongue working fervently, his hands stroking my thighs. I could feel myself falling back. It was as though we were flying.

I felt liberated. It felt natural.

Brock kissed me again. His fingers ran through my hair. I reached my arms out, tracing the angles of his muscles. They passed along the coarse hair that dusted his chest and then found the smooth skin on his flank, near his arm pit. Tingles rushed through me, both from the pleasure that Aidan was giving me as well as the delight I took from touching Brock. Occasionally the rhythm was unexpected and energy burst out of me. My heart boomed like thunder and I groaned, turning to liquid. I was surprised I did not pop like a bubble.

Brock held me tightly, our kiss getting deeper and deeper until it felt as though our mouths were glued together. His hand groped my breasts, squeezing my flesh and teasing my nipples, sending other wild sensations running through me. Aidan’s tongue danced and whirled, giving me so much that I felt greedy for gorging on it all. This sensation thrummed through my body and I became a single, sensitive nerve, a guitar string that was being plucked incessantly, the vibrations never settling.

Brock rose, as though he was swimming, although there was no water around us. There was nothing, as though the only thing that mattered in the world was our flesh. I watched in awe as his long, powerful body stretched in front of me, bringing with it the hot, musky scent of his sex. It brushed against my chest and chin before I tilted my head, stretched my jaw wide, and then swallowed his tip, bringing my head back and forth as I pleasured him. We became a chain of three, each of us experiencing and giving pleasure. We whirled around, tumbling through this void. The heady feelings made me delirious and drowsy, and for a moment I really could believe that everything was well. I had the only two people in the world who meant anything to me, and for all I cared everything else could be dispelled as easily as an illusion.

I was locked on Brock and Aidan was locked into me. I felt ribbons of pleasure surge through me as the orgasm reachedits tendrils deep into my soul and pulled all the dirty, wretched, tempting things out. Aidan’s lips shone with the echoes of my pleasure, the drips trickling down his chin as though he had just bitten into a soft, juicy peach. He took my legs and turned my body around, spinning me. A tornado was inside my head and then suddenly Brock and I were entwined together. My arms wrapped around him, holding onto him tightly because I was afraid I would fall, although what I would fall into I did not know. My palms were pressed against his sinuous back. My hair dangled down in a lustrous sheet, and my tongue continued to swim over his mouth. Now his breath was drifting across my aching femininity. Between my legs he found his purpose, his idyll, and he showed he loved me just as Aidan had. I murmured as we made love like this, our bodies entwined and tangled together. I felt Aidan behind me, his heartbeat thrumming into my back. I sucked and I sucked, feeling the tremors of tension in Brock’s body, knowing that he was going to come. Oh I felt the twitching heat and I prepared myself for the rush of pleasure, and then I would turn and Aidan would be there and he would take me into his arms and I would land onto him, letting him plunge inside me for the sweet satisfaction of heaven. And I would be passed between these two men forever, the chain of exquisite delight never being broken, the pleasure unending, and we would never have to worry about anything again…

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“Wake up. We’re here,” Marr said roughly, shaking me awake. My head pounded and my eyes were burning. I gasped as the bright light of the world blinded me and immediately went to shield my eyes. Marr was standing beside me, his hands on his hips, looking proud. I quickly checked myself. I wasn’t harmed. I wasn’t dead.

He still needed me.

“Soon enough we shall be away from here Kyra. We shall be done with this infernal planet, and I will make sure that your father’s name lives on in infamy,” he said, madness flashing in his eyes. I looked at our surroundings. It must have been beautiful here once, the trees tall and lush, the beaches golden, the smell sweet. Now it was a hellscape. Ash settled on the ground like a thick blanket of death. The sand was covered, the trees had been reduced to splintered stumps. There was a stench of evil all around. It scratched my throat and seemed to reach down deep inside of me. I wanted to spit it out, but when I did so, nothing came. He beckoned me to follow him. I knew there was no point in trying to flee. He would only gather me up in his claws again, because I was a failure, because I couldn’t be a dragon.

Despite what he believed, I wasn’t my father’s daughter.

So I followed him, hoping that there would be some impossible miracle to save me, hoping to bide my time until Aidan and Brock came for me, because they were coming. If I did not believe that then I would surely die.

We walked along the ashy ground, reaching a point where we saw the bodies of dead dragons slumped around us in a grisly graveyard. Even their bones had been charred, while others had died of other means. It was the first time the battle had been real to me, not just a part of history. The thing that struck me most was that all the dragons seemed equal here. There was no difference between the ones who fought for Ilvar and the ones who had been allied with Aidan’s parents. The only thing they had in common was that they were dead, and it somehow made all the disagreements of the world utterly pointless.

And then I saw him. The great carcass of my father, dwarfing all others. His great head lolled to the side. His mouth was open, revealing his terrible teeth and long tongue. Even now his scales were still as black as the night, foreboding andintimidating. A shiver passed through me as I half expected him to twitch back into life. I heard a voice in the back of my mind, a voice that crawled and prowled like a hunter and the closer I got to him the louder it became. No, no I wouldn’t give in. I clenched my fists so hard that my nails pressed into my skin. I was surprised I didn’t draw blood.

“There the great King lies,” Marr said, bowing his head low to pay his respects. I looked at the gashes in my father’s body where he had been gored.

I did not feel a shred of pity for him.

“How are you even going to finish what he started?” I asked.

“It’s all there in the volcano. We’re going to relight the fire, burn the world, and then we will be free to leave for Drakon,” he said.

It didn’t reassure me at all. I looked around to try and find a weapon, but even if I found one I didn’t think I would be able to wield it quickly enough to take him by surprise. Then his head twitched. He looked behind us and the skin beneath his brow crinkled.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he shifted into his draconic form again and left me in the graveyard of dragons. Their lifeless eyes stared at me, goaded me, but it was only Ilvar’s eyes that drew me to him. I found myself closing the distance between myself and my father despite horror and revulsion gripping my heart. I stood before him, the hard scales, gnarled and ancient, within reach. He smelled of soot and ash, of a fire that had died out a long time ago. I extended a trembling hand and placed it against his body. It was the closest I had ever been to my father.

He was cold.

Somehow I had expected the fire to still burn within him. I bowed my head, still hearing the drumbeat of the threateningwords in my mind, this promise it wanted me to fulfil. It was my dragon, trying to break free, but I couldn’t let it. Even now I had to keep it locked inside because I was so scared.

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