Fight for Her (Ice Age Dragon Brotherhood Book 4)

by Milana Jacks

  Arthur made his way along the wall and disappeared into another tunnel while I stood there, feeling as if I didn’t belong. And I sure as fuck didn’t. All of a sudden, I doubted the decisions I’d made. I fought the urge to tuck my hand behind my back.

  “Rose, you coming to my chambers?” Arthur’s voice echoed down the cave.

  He had chambers. Okay, then. I followed Arthur’s voice into another cave. It was smaller, which wasn’t saying much. His chamber was huge, with cloth bags storing something piled up at the other end. Arthur stood in the middle of the cave. “Home sweet home.”

  “It’s nice.”

  He chuckled. “Nah, it’s cold, damp, and I gotta find a better storage unit for my stuff.” He hooked a finger behind him to indicate a pile of something.

  “What’s in those bags?”

  “Jewelry, books, whatever I felt like hoarding.”

  I gaped. “You have bags of jewelry and books. Like paperbacks?”

  “And hardbacks. I should get them out someplace dry.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve always wanted to do this for you.”

  “Do what?”

  White light flashed, and a golden dragon stood before me. My heart never failed to skip a beat when I saw Arthur’s true form. He was breathtaking, made even more breathtaking by the soft golden glow of his skin that lit up the chamber. The pair of sharp horns swept back and away from his face, making his molten-gold eyes, nose, and numerous catfish-like whiskers the prominent features of his face. Besides his beautiful eyes, Arthur’s stingray-like wings ran to the tip of his tail and had almost a green shimmer at the ends. His superlong tail swung and landed on the ground. It wagged. Arthur lowered his head and unfolded a pair of frills on his neck. His breath lifted my shirt.

  “You are magnificent,” I said.

  A grunt.

  I touched his nose, and his nostrils flared. I moved to pet his frill, and he purred. His entire body vibrated as I petted him, and his scales rose as I touched him with my implant hand. At his ear, I whispered, “I’m sorry I lost my spirit. If I’d had a choice, I’d have chosen death.”

  The dragon snarled and walked away, but kept his warm eyes on me. Maybe I’d said the wrong thing. I didn’t care, because it was the truth. If I couldn’t hold the dragon’s spirit in my body because I was a cyborg, then I’d rather be a dead human. Living without a spirit was slowly killing me anyhow. I’d never noticed what the spirit thing had done for me until I lost it. It hadn’t only tied me to Arthur, it also gave me…well, spirit, and without it, I felt much less like myself than I used to. For one, I used to laugh more and live more. Now, I lived to prove something to my dad, prove that I was worth raising as his own.

  On my far right, a nice cot sat inside a small alcove. I lay on the mold-smelly mattress and watched the dragon fold his wings over his body. He would rest and heal.

  Under his golden gaze, I slept.

  A raging headache awoke me. I wiped the sweat from my face and palmed the side of my head as if that would make it stop. Pain rippled from the back of my eye sockets to my neck. I dug my fingernails into my hair. Sitting up, I frowned. Something sharp stuck out of my scalp. “Oh God,” I whispered, careful not to wake Arthur.

  With the tips of my fingers, I grasped the object, feeling wetness coat my skin. Blood. I picked at the object and slowly pulled it out. I examined it, but as it was coated in blood, I couldn’t see a thing. On my toes, I walked past the snoring dragon over to the water. I dipped my hand inside and washed the blood off. In my palm, the object was tiny and flat. I scanned my implant. Nothing happened in my head. I tried again. No information came at me. Shit. I believed I held my chip, the one that made my advanced implant possible.

  I tried to flex my fingers. Nope, not working. I double-checked the place where the implant attached to my flesh at the elbow. It didn’t look swollen. Frantic, I thumbed over my inner arm for manual controls. A screen with a med kit popped out, and I touched the big letter T to call up the thermometer. I was running a fever and couldn’t control my implant.

  I glanced at the sleeping dragon, then at the exit. If I rejected the implant, I was dead meat. My heart would give out. I should get to the doctor promptly.

  I’d made a terrible mistake.

  A selfish one.

  I’d claimed a creature who was not mine to claim and doomed millions of people. I should’ve refused his advances, I should’ve curbed my lust, I should’ve…but fuck, I couldn’t summon a single moment when I hadn’t wanted to be with Arthur. Tears clouded my vision. I wiped. Decisions, decisions. I could return. If I gave him the dragon on a silver platter, Daddy would take me back.

  I returned to my cot and pressed a hand over my heart. I’d said I would rather be dead than live without the spirit. Eh, I never went back on my word and wouldn’t do it now either. So be it. I lay down and closed my eyes.

  A breeze tickled over my body. Oh, it was wonderful over my feverish skin. I moaned as it cooled me, and my eyes snapped open. There was no fucking breeze in the cave. Slowly, I pressed a tiny dent in my implant, and my weapon popped out. Gun in hand, I rolled onto my belly and pointed behind me.

  Mother Nature flickered in and out of existence, a pale, translucent humanish form, but I couldn’t mistake her for anyone else. “Hey, Rose.”

  “Hey back,” I said. “What’s going on? You’re flickering.”

  “I’m growing too old for this shit.”

  “Ah,” I said as if she made sense. She’d never really made sense. I’d gone with whatever she said to me before the surgery because she was Mother Nature, and we all bowed to nature. Right?

  “For a smart girl, you are incredibly stupid.” Her voice was breaking up.

  She’d come here to insult me. “Eww,” I said. “Did you make the chip pop out of my head?”

  “Of course. You don’t need it.”

  “But I like it,” I whisper-hissed.

  “So? I like margaritas. But I’ve been stuck in this half phase for a decade now. Please don’t whine to me about your little chip.”

  Should I call her a bitch now or later? “Why’re you here?”

  “Because the spirit is of the heart. Dragons should know this.”

  “Arthur and I missed the memo.”

  “Yes. He believed you would die. As if I would allow such a thing. He has no faith in me. I failed him once before, and he believes I’ll fail him again. Not so. I removed your spirit the moment I heard they intended to cut your heart out and implant you with a mechanical one. An arm sounded like a less evil thing to me, so you got an arm instead of a mechatronic heart.” Her voice dipped dangerously low and sent shivers down my spine. “The man who raised you is an evil man, Rose. Evil human. I was forced to improvise, and I flicker, as you said, because I spent much of my energy on removing and holding on to your spirit. It’s not as easy as one, two, three. Making spirits is never easy.” I heard the pride in her voice.

  “You know what?” I said. “The spirit may be of the heart, but if I don’t have it, I don’t give a fuck about anything.” I spun back around and sighed. “Go away.”

  A tiny shimmering snowflake hovered above my chest. I poked it with my finger, and it disappeared.

  And now, I was wide-awake again. I sat up on my cot, eyeing the dragon. “Man, it must be nice to sleep like a log.” I threw my hands up. “You’re gonna be pissed you missed her.”

  A chuckle bounced off the walls, and the water rippled. I believed Mother Nature laughed. I slid my gun up my arm and inside the casing. My headache left, which was great. I tapped my implant and checked my temperature. It read normal. Huh? Okay. I flexed my fingers. They worked. So I had had a temporary tech glitch, and now I was back to being a functioning cyborg.

  Mother Nature might have taken away my spirit, but tonight, she brought me closure. As I watched Arthur sleep, I wondered if one day we’d meet on the battlefield. I decided, right then and there, I was gonna go outlaw. The land was vast, and I was trained we
ll enough. My brother was pissed at Arthur and me. My dad wasn’t gonna take me back, and I wouldn’t give him the dragon. Not in a million years. And I couldn’t damn all those people to die. Arthur would need a spirit. It was the order of the world.

  I grabbed my pack and stood, ready to head out.

  The dragon’s snoring ceased, and I froze.

  His eyelids slid sideways and golden eyes stared at me. His huge body sat up, his head touching the top of the cave. We stared at each other, then he lowered his head and sniffed. All his scales sprang up, the frills on his neck unfurled, and his whiskers wiggled.

  “What?”

  He scooted closer, and his body took on a glow, like a giant golden mountain before me. I backpedaled against the wall. Under my feet, the cave’s floor moved, behind me the wall rippled, and I crouched and pulled out my gun again. Something was happening here. Arthur could be a scary motherfucker. When he opened his mouth and I saw all those teeth, I aimed my gun.

  His throat worked as if trying to throw up a stone. “Mine.” A whisper. It echoed in the cave and traveled as if on the wind. White light exploded, and Arthur stood there, his eyes hazel, all dragon. “Mine,” he said in his voice. It didn’t echo. “Mine!” he shouted.

  “We heard you the first time.” A man popped his head through the opening and waved. “Carry on.”

  Arthur stalked toward me, and the gun I hadn’t put away pointed at his chest. He looked down at the barrel, then back up at me. A smile made his eyes lift at the corners. “Gun play is kinky; therefore, I like it.”

  I swallowed. “What?”

  “Rose Meghan Strain, you are my spirit.”

  I didn’t have time to come to my senses, because Arthur pressed his body against mine. His kiss was brutal. It bruised my lips and made me wet my panties. I gripped his shoulder as he hooked his hands under my knees and lifted me. He walked us over to my cot. Never taking his mouth off mine, he laid us down, then he leaned back and, in one swift move, wrestled my gun away.

  “Hey,” I protested.

  His eyes darkened, his cocks twitched, and I spotted the top one oozing precum. It slid down the tip, and I wanted to lick it. Instead, I licked my lips. While he held me at gunpoint, his gaze followed mine down to his crotch. A thumb swiped over the tip of his dick. “I’m the most fertile male on this planet. You should probably fear that all this cum is for you, Rose.”

  I gulped, pretending I feared the gun, the cum, and all that he was gonna do to me tonight.

  “Oh, Arthur, don’t hurt me, please,” I said in a timid little voice unlike mine.

  He chuckled. “From now until I cum inside you, you will call me my lord. If you utter my name, I stop. Got it?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Arthur’s expression darkened as he climbed over my body to put his dick near my mouth. He pressed the gun barrel to my forehead. “Open your mouth and suck me.”

  I widened my eyes. Holy shit. I opened, and he shoved himself all the way inside. I gagged, and tears rushed into my eyes while he fucked himself inside my mouth, his golden eyes staring down at me.

  My nails scratched his thigh, and a rumble I could only describe as a purr came out of Arthur’s chest. He leapt up, then pawed at my clothes. Once I was stripped naked, he pointed the gun at me. “Spread your legs and finger your pussy.”

  I had no idea he could be so dirty.

  “Now.” Arthur knelt between my legs. “No? Hold your ankles.” He pushed up one of my legs.

  When I didn’t move, he raised an eyebrow. “Yes, my lord?”

  I better get onboard. “Yes, my lord.” I gripped my ankles and spread my legs.

  Arthur smirked. “Nice and flexible.”

  I smiled back.

  Arthur slapped my pussy.

  I can’t even… “Oh my God.” My pussy walls quivered, and warm liquid trailed out and over my back hole. “And you, my sweet flower, are in your fertile window. So now we will breed.”

  “Who are you, and what have you done with Arthur?”

  “I am your dragon, and I will breed you. We’ll come out of the cave once I’ve done what I was put on Earth to do.”

  At his words, more liquid heat came out of me, my nipples hardened, my breasts felt heavy, my pussy hurt. “I ache,” I told him and touched my swollen lower lips.

  “Aww, I know. Poor thing.” He placed the gun down and thumbed my clit. I lifted my bottom so I could get more friction.

  Arthur tsked and slapped my pussy again. A wet slap. I arched my back. “Please.” I didn’t know if I begged him to do it or not to do it, because he thumbed my clit, and that was all I felt now.

  I bit my lip and stared up at the dragon male. He was gonna fuck me with both dicks tonight. I knew this the same way I knew my pussy was extra slick with liquid heat and my asshole was lubed from all the liquid heat I produced from my pussy. When he added a finger inside my ass, I wiggled, letting him know this also made me hot. He probed and poked my small hole while thumbing my clit. I panted, ready to cum.

  My lord lay on top of me, one hand between us directing his dick inside me.

  I released my legs and locked them over his back. “I’m ready,” I told him. Been ready for him all my life. Mother Nature had retuned my spirit. Tears clouded my vision, and I closed my eyes so my lord dragon didn’t think something was wrong. I didn’t want him to stop. Everything was just right.

  A cock surged inside me. I gasped and tilted my head back. Arthur bit my shoulder and put his other dick at my ass’s entrance at the same time as my pussy fluttered. “A great thing,” he said at my ear, “about being an earth elemental is that I can tell when a woman is aroused. I believe my spirit is extremely eager to take the seed.”

  “Fuck me already.”

  Arthur pulled all the way out.

  I groaned. My belly contracted, and wetness gushed out of me. Mortified, I didn’t move.

  Arthur chuckled. “Your pussy begs for it.”

  I blushed profusely. I might not be a sexually experienced woman, but I wasn’t a virginal Catholic girl either. I knew women didn’t gush fluid. At least not the way I just did. Arthur lay back on top of me and plunged back inside my pussy. He gripped my hair and pulled back. I stared at the cave wall while he fucked me and bit my neck and shoulder while his fingers probed my ass. Under him, I lifted my hips and braced, gritting my teeth. Because I knew pain was coming.

  His hard dick pushed at my small back hole. Coated with my fluid, it had no trouble sliding inside. The stretch pained me. I breathed through it. Arthur groaned and settled over me, hooking a hand under my knee. “It only hurts the first time.”

  I nodded.

  Arthur started purring. His chest vibrated, and I focused on the soothing noise while he moved on top of me painfully slow. I was overwhelmed with…something. I didn’t know what this was, but I bit my lip and then I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started crying, bawling. It was like I’d exploded at the most inappropriate time. And yet, I couldn’t hold back. I expected Arthur to stop, but thank God, he understood me unlike anyone else. He picked up the pace. “Rose, I love you so much.”

  I couldn’t even answer him.

  It was all too much for me.

  There was a place he hit inside my pussy, there was his purr and his huge cocks pumping. I sniffed, and I dug my fingernails into his skin. He purred, I cried, a tangled mess of bodies, sliding, grinding, sweating, rutting, biting.

  “Come now,” he told me.

  On command, my orgasm exploded, my walls pulsing around his cock, and Arthur rose up on his arms to watch me ride it out. My heaving breaths slowed, and I wiped my eyes, then frowned. Arthur’s dicks were still hard inside me, and he watched me, golden eyes glowing. The dick left my ass. I released a sigh but only briefly. I swore his other dick grew bigger and stretched my pussy some more. Yes, it was growing inside me, and Arthur wasn’t moving. His pupils narrowed and became vertical slits, his eyes glowed molten gold, and I was too dazed to care.


  My lower belly contracted. I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate his new girth. “What’s happening?” I asked.

  “It’s my knot,” he said and his voice sent shivers down my spine. Then he pulled back slightly, and roared his release. The stream of semen flooded my womb. I didn’t know how I knew this, but it had to be a perk of being an earth spirit. His cock pulsed, and slowly, Arthur rested all his weight on me.

  I could barely breathe as the huge knot he grew inside my pussy started to deflate.

  Arthur groaned. “And that is how one breeds dragons.”

  I chuckled.

  “Baby, don’t laugh. I’m ready for the second round. I’m hanging on to my human brain by a thread. It’s gonna snap. I feel a bit sorry for you. My dragon has waited a looooong time for this gift. Me and you are gonna be in this cave for the foreseeable future.”

  “Can I wash up first?”

  “Not a chance.”

  17

  Rose

  Arthur and I had rutted all night long. I’d kept my end of the deal because, according to the dragon—and it was the dragon who rutted with me—Earth needed to be repopulated, as if Arthur and I were the last people left. On round ten, I called it quits only because the bruises on his body turned bright red and looked painful. Arthur had grumbled a lot, but I stayed firm. He needed to change into his dragon and heal.

  As soon as the dragon started snoring, I stepped outside our chamber. The pack of wolves quieted and stared at me. Some snarled and showed me their teeth. It didn’t matter that I was their dragon lord’s spirit, my implant identified me as a cyborg. The thing about these animals, though? They respected only the strong. If I backed off and cowered, they’d treat me like this whenever Arthur wasn’t around. I climbed the cave’s wall as if it was a walk in the park. A small part of the wall extended and made a platform for me to stand on.

  Well, that got their attention. I lifted my implant and waved. “If you don’t like what you see, don’t look.” I locked eyes with Dodger, their pack alpha, and leapt off the platform. I landed in a crouch near the water stream. Cold water cupped inside my hand, I brought it to my lips. I felt their eyes on me, so I looked up. “What?”