Page 105 of The Exiled Dragon

Laying me down on the bed, he gently raised the dress from my ankles, kissing every bare spot up to my core. Each swipe of his lips and tongue had me tingling in anticipation. “Apollo…” I moaned out, my legs quivered, feeling an ache between my thighs. He taunted me with his tongue, probing, licking the little nub until I cried out. “More!” I grabbed his hair, pushing him closer.

“Mine,” he growled into me. “Ah ’member dis taste,” Apollo hummed, now sucking my clit with passion. My chest rose above the bed, wanting to release my tightened nipples into the air.

His hand came to the top of the dress, his talon ripping it right in two, his hand now kneading and pulling. Apollo was so passionate, his hands rubbing the side of my waist as he feasted upon my body. “Na yin wull take dis from meh.” His Griffon cooed in his chest. Claws extending, he gripped my waist, pulling my hips to the edge of the bed.

Pushing my legs wide, bare for all to see, the red eyes of his Griffon looked at my weeping core. “Bonny yer are.” He heaved a breath, pulling off his leathers. Apollo was so timid when he tried to mark me before, he was a shy Griffon, but now the waiting, the wanting, had us both wanting to finish this as quickly as possible. No interruptions.

I tried wrapping my legs around his waist. “No,” he growled. His cock sprung free, hitting his stomach. His beastly figure hovered over me, my legs dangling from the royal-looking bed. Without warning, Apollo thrust into my wetness, his mouth descending to my breasts, sucking my nipples.

His thrusts grew frequent, faster at a rhythm with my clit screaming for more of his skin to graze. “Legs aroond meh noo,” he ordered. Swiftly following, my legs wrapped around him. He gripped the floor, hearing the talons on his feet dig into the hardwood.

“Ondi,” he chanted as he thrust harder, the head of his cock rubbing my g-spot as I tilted my hips.

“Yes,” I moaned, feeling my breasts hit the top of my chin. His cock swelled. My pussy clenched, trying to milk his seed into my body. The feeling, almost too much, had water fall from my eyes.

“A’m goin’ tae.” I gripped his claws, sinking them deeper into my skin.

“Mine, Ondi mine.” His guttural growl had me release my orgasm as he sunk his seed deep into my womb. Leaning over, we both bit into each other’s shoulders, drawing blood. Every bit of energy coming back to this world and completing a bond had drained me. My body was slipping, but I didn’t want to dream. I didn’t want to go back… there. From watching the world around me, watching everyone suffer without me was not a place I wanted to go. Not again.

“Ondi,” Apollo’s soothing words washed over me. I could hear his voice inside my head, Griffons could mind link, and now I could feel him and hear him. “Ondi, tis a’richt,” he murmured. His hands trickled down my body, wondering if this was still a dream.

“Ya will not go back there.Ye wull nae go back thare.” Taking an enormous sigh, almost sob, he pulled me to his chest, licking the mark he planted on my skin. “Ya won’t. I’ll die before dat happen’.Ye wilnae, ah die afore dat ‘appens.”

“I’ve missed you,” I sobbed. “I missed you, even with the spell. I knew something was missing. It was you.” Gripping his hairy chest, I cried. My tears soaked his body, his warm hands-only pining me to his chest.

“I missed ya too. I couldn’t understand you in da dreams. When I woke from da magic.” His chest rose suddenly. “I was furious.” His Griffon growled. “I ‘ad no control.” His grip became tighter, kissing the top of my head. “B’t our son, he saved me.”

“They both saved us, Apollo, Odessa, and Creed. Now we need to make sure we can save them.”

Chapter Sixy-One

Odessa

Thewarmcoversshifted.My body was wrapped up in a cocoon holding me tightly together. Groaning, I tried to wiggle free, only to find my mate standing at the large windows at the edge of our room. He stood rigid. I felt his Dragon growling, stirring inside him. His large shoulders pulled back, his scales rippling down his arms, only to be sucked back into his body.

“Creed?” I whispered, finally pulling the warmth of the covers away. I was in a nightgown. He must have dressed me; I didn’t even remember returning from dancing. Creed’s body stood by the window, being utterly still, his eyes scanning the courtyard. It looked to be morning, but looking up into the sky, there were no suns.

My arms wrapped around him, my head leaning on his back. “I have to go find him, Odessa.” Creed breathed heavily. He pulled me around, putting my face on his bare chest. “They aren’t just in the territory anymore. They have been seen around the palace walls. I can’t stay up here and let the others fight this.”

The beat of my heart was slow and heavy, and my fingers wanted to claw into his skin to not let him go. I wasn’t weak; I wasn’t. I had my own Dragon, but even then, I’ve only shifted twice and could not fight with beings so powerful that even a Dragon could be cursed.

“How can I help?” I sniffed, staring out the window. Several warriors flew around the palace walls, pointing at various areas for better coverage. We both knew there was nothing I could do.

“You stay here, within the palace walls, where you are safe.” I shook my head.

“What if…” Creed pulled me back, his eyes penetrating mine with deep longing.

“No.” His stern voice that I had only heard when he spoke to his tribe fell on me like bricks. “I cannot have you leave this palace. Stay away from windows and stay in this room.” Creed walked over to the dresser, taking off his leather cuffs from the ceremony and tossing them away. He ripped the silk skirt off and threw it carelessly on the floor.

Creed’s demeanor had changed drastically since our dance. I couldn’t figure out why. My Dragon was hurting, my body feeling inadequate already since Creed was leaving me behind. I pulled my arms together to cover my chest, scratching at that miserable aching spot that likes to appear when I get upset. I hated feeling weak. All those people were trying to protect me, and I stood there like nothing. A wasted piece of space, being the same helpless girl stuck in that damn tree.

I stood silent, listening to Creed stomp out of the bathroom. The shame I felt of thinking this was technically our wedding night, and all I wanted was him to myself and not go help. So many wonderful things that have happened the past few hours were thrown out the window. Creed’s mother was back alive, and he was so elated. I wish I hadn’t fallen asleep because something must have changed his demeanor since then. Too much time to think, too much time for him to stew in his thoughts.

Was he angry that I fell asleep? My Dragon cried. She literally cried. I didn’t know animals could do that. She softly roared in my chest, clutching the only thing I could, the collar of my nightgown, trying to calm her. Sitting back on the bench by the window, Creed kneeled before me, clutching my knees.

“It’s all right.” His voice was much calmer. He kissed my knee, now grabbing my hand so I would no longer itch. “It’s going to be okay.” Standing, he pulled me to the bed, having me sit with him.

“I would die if anything happened to you.” Creed nuzzled my neck. “Keeping you safe is for my selfish reasons. I don’t want you to ever fight. I will always see you as my fawn and me as your protector. Please, stay here. I am not angry with you. Let me protect you. It gives me joy. Protecting you gives me purpose.” Creed’s hand cupped my cheek, pecking my lips softly.

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