Page 35 of Hidden Dragons

She couldn’t move much, but it didn’t matter. Her men took care of her in the most delightful sort of way. They moved slow at first, watching her every move before increasing the pace little by little.

They took their time and made sure she was with them. She had never experienced such feelings of love, possession and abject desire before. She was new to lovemaking, but even she could sense this was something incredibly special. Just for them. Together.

She began to tremble and two pairs of arms were immediately there, supporting her. She wanted to cry at the beauty of the moment when she shattered, her shout of release echoing around the domed chamber.

But the men didn’t come. They kept at her, moving incrementally faster, building her desire once again, driving her higher than she thought she could go. The climaxes built on each other as her whole body shook.

She was moaning when the pace picked up to a true frenzy. Her body was going far beyond what she’d ever dreamed was possible. The climax hit and just…stayed. Multiple orgasms wracked her body with almost indescribable pleasure. Only dimly did she hear the groans of her men, but she felt the warmth of their come when they finally reached their own peaks of pleasure within her.

Sweet Mother of All, that felt good.

Even as their frantic motion stilled, they cared for her. They disengaged carefully, after long moments, taking care not to strain her body in any way. They were both so strong, so caring. And they were hers. All hers.

Epilogue

Over the next two weeks, things settled down on the border. It looked like the enemy had been truly routed, and had tucked tail and run away. For now, at least.

The village of Halley’s Well had been cleared of traitors and Isabelle had even been able to get Bear and Robert to promise to take her back there in a week or two to see what was left of her former home. They warned her she might not like what she found there.

She knew the skiths had done a great deal of damage, but she wanted to see it for herself, to bring herself some closure. Isabelle planned to make her home at the Lair from now on, but she wanted to see if there was anything of her former life she might still be able to salvage and bring back as a keepsake. A reminder of all that had come before to lead her to this current state of incredible happiness.

She visited her chickens often and she set up the kitchen in their suite to her liking. They had eggs for breakfast a few times each week thanks to the thoughtful gift Bear had given her all those days ago. Her little flock was doing just fine in their new environment.

The three of them made love each night, perfecting their moves and trying new ones. And Silla was helping Isabelle learn the dances she would need to perform at the mating ceremony that was being planned for the end of the week.

The dragons would take to the sky then, in their first mating flight since choosing Bear and Robert as their knights. Every joining they experienced was working toward that one—the big one where the dragons’ passion would influence the knights into something unlike anything that had come before, if rumors and accounts from married knights were to be believed.

When the day of the mating celebration finally came, Isabelle was more than ready. She was primed and able to perform the required dances—each one more risqué as the night wore on. When the dragons took to the sky, mated trios all around the Lair joined their dragon partners in passion, the dragons’ influence over their bonded partners so great, that the knights had to partake of their mate’s passion, or go mad.

Isabelle was ready. More than ready, if truth be told. She received her men with enthusiasm and a certain sense of wellbeing that finally—finally—everyone in the extended family was made whole. The dragons’ joy and love flared through the connection with Bear and Robert, and even Isabelle felt the wash of emotion and passion, sensitive as she was to magic and the two dragons involved, in particular.

She welcomed her mates into her body and the dragons’ influence into her soul, and for a moment during the most incredible pleasure yet, she felt as if she too, was flying.

A day or two later, when the newlyweds finally felt like venturing out of their suite, they went to the great hall for a late dinner and found a somewhat raucous gathering of knights, their ladies, and even some of the children and workers who lived in the Lair. May of the dragons loitered nearby as well, and a many others filled sections of the great hall that had been cleared of tables and chairs.

Everyone was watching the small gathering by the hearth on one side of the giant chamber where various stews and beverages were kept ready at all hours for those on late duty. A stunning pale orange-peach dragon lay to one side, a bronze-brown dragon next to her, their sinuous necks entwined. They were clearly a couple.

But it was the golden-haired knight standing in front of the dragons holding a lute that really captured Isabelle’s attention.

“Ah, I see the newlyweds have come up for air,” the golden-haired man stated with a smile that lit the room.

He had a charisma that was familiar to Isabelle as a path opened up between the trio at the door and the gathering by the hearth. Robert and Bear seemed to take the loud cheer that went up from the other knights in stride as they escorted her up to a place made for them right near the bard. To her surprise, the man put down his lute and came over to give both Robert and Bear back-pounding greetings filled with congratulations and good cheer.

“I’m sorry we had to miss the wedding, but I am thrilled to see you two looking so happy. I saw Tildeth and Growly on the way in and they told me all about your new addition to the family.” Finally the vocal knight turned to greet Isabelle, taking her hand and bowing over it, placing a light kiss on her knuckles. His eyes met hers and she knew instantly she had met him before.

“I remember you,” she whispered. “You were Jinn.”

The man smiled as he raised his head and winked. “Indeed I am. We were both very young when our paths last crossed, but you are the image of your mother, and I remember her well. She taught me the lute fingering style of her people, which I still use to this day,” he said, surprising Isabelle greatly. “I was very sad to learn of her passing.” He squeezed the hand he still held, his expression darkening to convey his true regret and heartfelt feelings. Isabelle fought the tears she felt building behind her eyes. “You have my deepest condolences, milady.”

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper. “Are you the one they call Drake?”

His expression brightened slightly. “Indeed. I was known as Drake of the Five Lands when I traveled as a bard, but I recently returned to my homeland, and Jenet over there made the horrid mistake of claiming me as her knight. Can you imagine?”

He finally let go of Isabelle’s hand to gesture toward the gorgeous peach dragon behind him. Her head had risen over his shoulder, untwining with her mate so they could both look over the new arrivals.

The dragoness’s voice entered Isabelle’s mind.“Would you mind telling me what you know of Drake’s time abroad, sometime? I missed a lot of his life and I enjoy hearing about how he lived while he was away.”

Isabelle was surprised by the eager request, but glad to comply.“It would be an honor, Lady Jenet, though I’m not sure how much help I’ll be. I was very young and my memories of that time may not be the clearest.”

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