Page 109 of The Exiled Dragon

She was a bit eccentric; she talked about how she dyed her naturally black hair into bright blonde so she would not be recognized easily. The only thing giving her away would be spells she would cast on people and the imprint it leaves. If a skillful Witch knew what they were doing, they could extract the marker and find out it was her.

“You’re a gorgeous Dragon,” she sat down opposite me. “I saw you fly off when I arrived. I am terribly sorry I didn’t stay for your ceremony. Time was of the essence, and I had to make sure my bag of trinkets was in order.” Taking a large sip of her tea that everyone around here liked, she smacked her lips, setting it on the table. “Now, let’s get started.”

We spent three days practicing wielding my powers from sunrise to sunset. At first, it was hard to expel them on my own; Cyrene, being the expert she was, could pull energy from my Dragon and form it into something more powerful or enhance her own powers. I did nothing but stand in a state of bewilderment, only feeling my body ache after she expelled it.

“Now, I want you to do it.” She pulled me to the side. “You will need to think of something you have powerful emotions for positive emotions, that is. Negative thoughts will only make the magic less stable, so when you imagine the power coming from your body, you must think positive energy.” Letting out a shaky breath, I held my hands the way Cyrene had shown me, which reminded me of a Kung-fu movie in how my fingers had to be held in a certain position.

Using positive emotion, which was the thought of Creed. Cheesy, I know, I could protrude a ball of light in my hand. It wasn’t large by any means, but it glowed, and the more I thought of Creed beside me, the brighter it went. Cyrene’s eyes grew wide, now stepping away from me.

“Excellent, now I want you to think where you want it to go, using your hands around it to guide it forward.” Melina and Amora stood silent, watching me walk with the ball of light. I tip-toed like it was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode. The thought of it exploding, dropping, or hurting someone made my steps falter. The orb shook until it sputtered out and faded away.

“You doubted.” Cyrene drank more tea. “Again.”

And so, the days blended together. The same thing over and over until we hit the end of day three. “You have doubt in you. That is the only thing holding you back, Odessa. You must practice with your Dragon, shift, and use the same technique.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

“She isn’t allowed to leave the palace right now,” Melina reminded her. “None of us are until the Duke is captured.” With a huff, she leaned back on the couch. “Osirus wouldn’t appreciate a full-blown Dragon in his library either.”

Amora chuckled, listening to Melina. “That is true. Maybe they are getting close to the Duke’s hiding spot. Juliet mentioned Alaneo was close. Have you heard anything, Odessa?” I shook my head, now sitting on the floor, playing with the tiny orb in my hands.

“No, I haven’t heard from Creed since the night of our ceremony,” I sniffed.

“You mean he got up and left? Right after dancing?” Melina’s eyes contorted to anger, banging her fist on the couch. “That is supposed to be your ‘special’ time!” I giggled at how her wings began fluttering frantically.

“No, I understand. People, good people, are out there because of me. Trying to protect little ‘ole me from getting taken.” Melina shook her head.

“It isn’t just about you, Odessa, this war has been coming, and you are the last piece with the Duke trying to force you as a mate. Well, that and rogue Vampires trying to suck dry anyone they can find. Creed should have at least come to talk to you or rest. Osirus does!”

Looking at Amora, I saw her eyes looking at the floor. Nicholas must take breaks too, so I did have the right to be angry. The orb in my hand burned brightly, flying away from my hand abruptly and hitting the chandelier above me. A small crystal landed on the top of my head. “Oops,” I winced, stepping away from the droppings.

The three warriors walked in to check on us, telling me it was time to go back to my room where my dinner was awaiting me, and there I sat, stewing until Creed would finally come back to me, only for him to put the moves on me. I forgave way too quickly but having him there was all I needed.

He was dirty, head to toe, and I found it the most erotic thing ever. Seeing a man who had worked day and night trying to protect you, protect whatever future you both wanted, had me melt in his embrace. Oh, and I did. I melted, creamed, whatever you want to call it. My Dragon continued to purr throughout the night, hardly letting me sleep because I thought it was all a dream.

The next morning, Creed’s body lifted from the bed. The sun was well past dawn. I had watched it rise into the sky but dared not move. “You are awake, my fawn?” His lips grazed my cheek, his grip pulling me tighter. I hummed, happy to be with him again.

“When do we go home?” I wanted to be back in our cave, back in our ‘nest’ as he called it, and forget that a war was coming. If this were Earth, I would hide in the hills of Wyoming just to get away from it all.

“Soon.” His cock stayed buried inside me. It hit a pleasurable spot when he moved, raising a soft moan from me. “Do you stay like that all night?” I asked breathlessly. Isn’t there a commercial that says if it lasts over four hours, you should go to the hospital? I chuckled at that. It had been maybe three.

“It’s always like that when you are near.” That had to be uncomfortable. His chest rumbled with desire, his hand coming to my hip to push my butt back into him.

“I’m sorry, that must be painful.” He chuckled, nibbling my ear.

“Not at all. In fact, I like it.” He moved his hips again, grabbing my breast. “Because I can wake up and do this.” I was already wet; the sheets were drenched. Who knows if it was from the night before or not, but my hips moved on their own accord as he spoon fucked me. His hands grazed my body, pushing and pulling me up and down his shaft.

His hands, luckily clean, rubbed up against my breasts and up to my neck. A light squeeze from his enormous fingers had me whispering his name.

His teeth grazed my mark, tickling, probing, and nipping. My back arched, trying to get him as deep as possible inside me. Creed’s teeth sank into my skin, and heavens almighty, my nipples hardened, and I let out the loudest moan while he continued to push inside me. “Mmm, my mate,” he growled seductively. “You always know how to please me.” I wanted to argue but was cut short when he gripped my nipple as he came.

Growling loudly, he thrust his cock, holding me tightly, leaving minor bruises around my waist.

“This is one way to wake up,” I giggled, rubbing my bum into his crotch. He groaned, holding me still.

“Keep doing that, and we will do it all day.” I smiled. Internally, I was screaming, “Heck yeah, have another rut.”

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Once showered, we both dressed and walked out of our quarters. Warriors stayed stationed outside the door. My face flushed, thinking of the noises that came from my mouth. "You are both requested to meet King Osirus in the throne room." Creed ushered me away, chuckling. I grabbed his hand and interlaced it with mine as we walked down the brightly decorated halls of the palace.

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