Page 50 of Interlude

I wince and drop my head, not looking at her. “Yes, sorry. I went home to visit my family and needed to take a swim. I didn’t realize he headed in that direction until it was too late. He pushed me to the back, so to speak, and was fully in control. I only wrestled it back once he could no longer scent you in the water.”

“So you’ve known all along that I was your mate?”

I expected her to be angry, but she just sounds curious. “Yes. The moment I saw you, I knew, but Dylan filled my head with crap, and I felt guilty so I lashed out—not to mention I always hated the idea that the animals decide for us.”

“I can understand that. I’ve had every choice but Link taken out of my hands, so I understand where you are coming from.”

I flinch, her words cutting me, and she quickly shakes her head. “No, I wasn’t having a go at you. I really am okay with everything that’s happened, but it did take me a while to adjust to fated mates. It’s why I don’t fight it anymore. My inner kraken taught me to accept it.”

I pull her back into my arms, not wanting to let go of her just yet. “When we are back on Fluxx to rescue Silac’s family, will you come with me to the dragon stronghold and meet my parents?”

“I’d love to,” she tells me, and I feel her smile against my chest. “Are there any others of your family members who are going to try and kill me?”

She snuggles deeper into my embrace. Her wet, sexy body rubs against me, and my cock decides to join the party. I’m only a hot-blooded male, after all, and her tits feel amazing rubbing against my wet chest.

“There’s always a chance, but I doubt it,” I growl, and smoke wafts out of my nose as my hands drift to her ass. I cup it, lifting her higher before sliding my long length through her folds.

She moans and throws her head back, grinding down on my length.

“Oh well, something to look forward to. Now how about you fuck me when I can watch you?” she asks, her wings spreading out in the water as she lies back, and I slide my cock into her pussy. I’m going to have to work it in there again, but I’m up for the challenge.

“Gladly,” I growl and pull my hips back.

Lila

Tirrian fucks like a dragon. There’s nothing gentle or kind about it, it’s beastial and vicious. God, his cock is massive, but we make it work. Somehow, my pussy expands or does something to take it all again. There’s no barb or knot this time as he destroys my cunt. I scream and pant, riding the fine line of pleasure and pain when I feel my teeth change, and then I lunge forward, biting his peck. My teeth slide through his tough, scaled flesh until his blood floods my mouth. I swallow it down, gnawing the wound to make sure he’s good and marked. He stiffens and floods my pussy with his cum once more. I feel sorry for any beast who wants to drink from this pool in the future. It’s probably too hot to drink, but I don’t know what kind of creatures are on this planet.

Pulling back, I inspect my mating bite, satisfied when I see I marked him up. It better scar, and he’s never wearing a shirt again. I want everyone to see that he’s mine, especially all of those needy, thirsty dragon bitches when we visit his family. I won’t hesitate to put any of them in their place if they even look at him the wrong way.

Once we finish that round of sex, we actually make an effort to clean ourselves before getting out. I’m excited for my shifting lesson.

“Is this space big enough?” I ask, looking around the small clearing.

“Not for both of us, but I’ll shift first and launch into the sky, and then you can do the same thing,” he tells me, his eyes shining with anticipation.

“Launch into the sky, just like that,” I mutter, snapping my fingers at him, and he nods.

“Yes. Wasn’t swimming in your kraken form instinctual? Or being in your cat form?”

“I haven’t been in full cat form yet,” I argue for the sake of it, my nerves causing me to be petty. “But yes, the kraken inside me just took over.”

He nods. “So let your dragon do the same thing.”

I look inside and feel her excitement and impatience. “Yeah, okay.”

He gives me another quick kiss. “See you in the sky,” he says, winking before walking backward into the middle of the clearing. His body shifts and grows, and before me is his beautiful black dragon. In the low bioluminescent light, I can’t see his pink shimmer. I still can’t wrap my head around this Tirrian. He’s so different from the surly asshole I’ve known for so long. I like it, but I kind of miss sparring with him too. His giant wings stretch out, brushing against the trees on either side of the clearing, before he lifts with a mighty stroke, the rush of air almost knocking me off my feet. I just steady myself when the wings beat again, and another rush of air pummels me. I lock my knees and lean into it to stay standing, because it happens a few more times until he finally clears the trees. He disappears into the darkness, but I can hear him up there waiting for me. His wing beats are slow and steady, keeping him in place.

Come, mate. His voice is growly, and I know his beast is in charge, so I turn to my inner animals. The whisperer and kraken are quiet, but I can feel my dragon’s impatience. She surges to the forefront of my mind, pushing me back, and I feel my body start to change. Unlike shifting into a kraken, this one hurts. I feel my bones break and shift before reforming, and my scream of pain echoes throughout the forest. Tirrian’s dragon roars, and there’s a touch of sorrow.

Only the first time, he tells me as I collapse to the ground, lost to the shift and my dragon.

When I return to consciousness, I’m flying through the darkness. The bioluminescent forest is gone, and I can see heat signatures of animals on the ground hidden amongst the foliage, their bodies undetectable by the human eye. They are the ultimate predators waiting for unsuspecting prey, but to a dragon, they are nothing but prey. There’s a nagging urge to hunt, but thankfully my dragon isn’t pushing it—unless she already did when I was taking a nap. Not sure I could be in the passenger seat when we chomp on something cute and fluffy.

I look over and see Tirrian flying at my side, his heat signature a blast of color in the darkness. The stars twinkle above us, and the cold air on my face cools my overly hot body. There’s a funny taste in my mouth that I don’t recognize.

Dragons run very hot, he informs me. You are doing so well, my beautiful mate. I can hear how proud he is. I thought it would be terrifying, sharing my consciousness with the dragon, but it isn’t. It’s thrilling, and I feel free in a way I never have before. Flying in dragon form could be addicting if I’m not careful. Hunted down our meal like a true dragon queen. You were magnificent. I didn’t need to do anything.

We ate? I ask. That would explain the taste in my mouth. You know what? I don’t want to know, I tell him, and he chuckles.

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