Love of A Dragon (Exalted Dragons Book 1)

by K. T. Stryker

  “I’m okay,” Presten said. “I’m right behind you.” They were crammed in such a tight space that Isabel eventually found herself crawling on all fours. But it was not long before the rabbit hole of a passageway opened up again and Isabel found it possible to stretch herself out again. “There a light at the end of this tunnel?” Presten asked, peering over her shoulder.

  “I think so,” she said pleasantly. “Just follow that glow.” Isabel stopped at the end of the hall. “Check this out,” she said, jumping out and landing on lower ground. She spun around, trying to take in what she was seeing. The ceiling arched over them like a dome; Isabel felt like she was stuck in a snow globe. She looked around and all she saw were books covering the entire length of the walls. “Presten,” she breathed. “Where the fuck are we?”

  “I think we just unlocked Gavin’s secret library.”

  There was silence. The place was so quiet, like a place of worship. “That explains a lot,” Isabel said after a long pause. “You wanna check it out?”

  “I wouldn’t know where to begin,” he said, his eyes darting from one bookshelf to another. “How old do you think this place is?”

  “I have no idea,” she said. Isabel was still in shock. How could someone even hide a place like this? It made no sense to her. Her head was buzzing with questions, questions about Gavin and what he possibly could be doing with all these books. They lined every shelf, every inch of this library; Isabel didn’t know what to think. She got up on a stool placed usefully underneath one of the shelves and started skimming through the leather-bound books. All along they ran from black, to brown, to beige, to black again. Isabel grabbed one of them and started skimming through it. The Art of Mind Control. “I am definitely keeping this,” she said, tucking it under her arm and hopping off the stool. “Hey, check this out.” She tossed it to Presten and then went on looking.

  “Are you sure we should be going through Gavin’s shit?” he asked, folding both arms across his chest. If anything, he looked weary. He didn’t know what it was about this place that freaked him out. Isabel looked at him like he was a crazy person.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “This place is a goldmine… look around you! We can’t possibly leave here without looking through his things.” She moved the stool and climbed up again, running her fingers along the line of books. She took them out, one by one, examining them carefully. “There are a lot of interesting titles over here… you might want to check them out.”

  But Presten was reluctant. He moved in closer to Isabel, but his feet didn’t carry him far. She just stared at him, her eyes reeling him in closer. “Just hand me over those books,” he said, holding out his hands.

  “Here,” she said. “Catch.” Presten grabbed the books and started to flip through them.

  “This is— this is pretty dangerous,” he said, not taking his eyes off the page. “He has spells in here, mind control spells.”

  “Which is exactly why we’re going to need those books,” she said with her back to him. Presten eyed her as she swayed back and forth between shelves; her curvaceous body was absolutely mesmerizing.

  “You have a really nice figure, you know that?” he asked, shifting his weight to one leg. Isabel froze. For some reason, she hadn’t expected him to say that.

  “Oh, I’m flattered that you think that,” she said coldly. But in reality, she could feel the fire boiling up inside of her. Her mind was conjuring up images of Presten fucking her in that library; that big, empty library. Her body quivered at the thought.

  “That’s all you’re going to say?” Presten asked, putting the books down and walking over to her. His eyes were on her, she could feel them, but she kept trying to convince herself that she didn’t want that, that she didn’t want him. A part of her felt like she belonged to Oz, that nothing and nobody would ever compare to him. But she shook her head at the thought; since when did succubi get into monogamous relationships?

  “I really don’t know what to say,” she said after a long pause. That’s it? That’s all you can come up with? “I mean, I do find you very attractive, Presten, it’s just that—”

  “It’s just what?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing her body to his. Isabel let out a sigh. At that moment, she knew she wanted him, and she knew he wanted her, too. The hunger was tugging at her insides; she had never wanted anything so bad. But Oz lingered at the back of her mind. What was it about him that made her so reluctant to be with anyone else? She recognized that her desires were completely independent from her feelings for Oz, but she just couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was doing something wrong. Something didn’t feel right. But she knew she was going to go ahead and do it anyway.

  “It’s nothing,” she said finally, pressing his head down to her pelvic area.

  She caught a glimmer of a smile on his lips as his face disappeared, and she felt his strong hands grasp her from behind. The fabric of her robe slithered across her thighs as he nestled his nose in between them, pushing them apart, his hot breath against her pussy igniting the desire inside her even more. She kept her eyes locked on him; her fingers entangled in his hair, and she almost automatically draped one long leg over his shoulder.

  It was all the invitation Presten needed. Her grip on his hair tightened and she threw her head back at the first touch of his tongue against her. She could feel how wet she was, how much she wanted him, and it was no secret to him. His tongue flickered slightly before his hands brought her hips closer to him and he buried his face in between her thighs.

  Isabel couldn’t hold back the satisfied moan that erupted from within her. And why would she? They were alone in the library, with only the books to keep them company, and the thought of Oz locked too far back in her head to care. All she wanted now was more of what she was feeling, more of Presten’s tongue against her pussy, more of his hands squeezing her ass cheeks as he did things to her she had never felt before.

  Soon she was rocking against him, both her hands now clutching his hair as she grinded, pulling him even closer to her with her leg. He responded with vigor, his tongue finding its way inside her, circling her clit, sending wave after wave of orgasm rocking through her body. She closed her eyes, screaming in pleasure, lost in this feeling of satisfaction.

  Her eyes flew open when she felt her body being lifted off the ground, Presten pushing her higher up against the wall and throwing her other leg over his shoulder. Bolts of electricity shot up and down her legs as his tongue moved and for an instant she thought that she couldn’t take any more.

  Presten turned around and let her slide down his body, Isabel’s feet finding the ground and her knees buckling. Presten grabbed her by the hair as she stumbled down in front of him and with one hand quickly undid his pants. Isabel’s eyes widened at the size of him.

  “You like what you see?” Presten smirked.

  Isabel looked up at him and before he could say anything else, grabbed his cock and squeezed, pumping him. Presten groaned and threw his head back and Isabel quickly wrapped her lips around his cock. She felt her lips stretch around it, only a third of it finding its way into her mouth before she felt she couldn’t take any more. She felt Presten’s hands tighten on her hair and he immediately began to rock against her, sliding in and out of her mouth slowly at first, and then picking up speed.

  Isabel matched his rhythm, determined to keep up with him. She felt his throbbing inside her mouth and knew he would explode within minutes if this continued. She braced herself, wrapping her hands around his thighs, anticipating the flood that would explode from him.

  “I want you,” Presten growled, pulling out of her mouth.

  She felt his grip hard on her arm as he brought her roughly to her feet. Isabel smiled to herself. Somehow his aggressiveness was turning her on and as he led her back to the bookshelf and pushed her against it, she could feel her wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs, waiting for him. She opened her legs, fe
eling his cock pressed against her as he positioned himself.

  She looked back at him, her eyes catching his as she bit her lip. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks and she squirmed. Without taking his eyes off her, Presten pushed and slid inside her, grabbing her by the waist as he buried his cock as deep as it would go.

  Isabel’s screams echoed off the walls of the library as Presten fucked her. His hips made slapping sounds against her ass as he moved, his pace quick, his cock stretching her and touching places inside her she never knew could be reached. He was like a jackhammer, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back as he slammed against her. Isabel had to grab onto the shelves just to keep her balance, toppling books over as she pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, their moans and groan of pleasure intertwining in an animalistic desire.

  It seemed to last forever and Isabel didn’t want it to stop. His hands suddenly tightened around her hips and she could feel his cock expand inside her. She knew what was coming even before he pushed in one final time, pulling her against him, burying himself to the hilt and exploding inside her.

  She fell back against him, panting and exhausted, worn from his assault on her body. She let his arms wrap around her, his cock still inside her. She felt limp in his embrace, and she knew that if he let her go, she would crumble to the floor. She didn’t have to worry about it, though, as Presten guided them both to the ground, softly, their bodies lying side by side on the cold surface and their muted panting a reprieve from the screams and grunts that had filled the room just moments before.

  Isabel wanted to turn to him, to say something, but felt her body give out and her eyes close slowly. Exhaustion enveloped her and within seconds she had drifted away.

  CHAPTER 8

  Isabel opened her eyes. Her arm was stretched out to her side and for a second her fingers felt numb. She was lying on the floor of Gavin’s library, her body feeling like a slab of dry clay against the cold marble. She tried to roll over but her whole body was aching; Presten must’ve done a pretty good job. She marveled at the events of last night, but she still couldn’t stop thinking about Oz. It was true she got what she wanted, but she couldn’t help but compare. Oz was gentle; Presten liked it rough. Images from the night before were zapping through her mind: images of Presten, images of herself. She couldn’t take her mind off it, but she was conflicted. If she were to tell Oz, would he get jealous? Would he be happy for her? Would he be indifferent?

  Did she want him to be jealous?

  All those questions were racing through her mind, but she knew she was being ridiculous. Even in her previous life, she was never a monogamous person. What changed? She rolled over to look at Presten, her eyes travelling up and down his naked body. He was spread out over the cold ground, and so was she, and they basked in the moderate chill of the night. Isabel tried to get up, but her back hurt like hell. “Holy shit,” she whispered, getting up on the balls of her feet. She sat up and looked around. There were books splayed out all around them and she wondered how many of those would actually come in handy sometime. Her eyes went straight to the one about mind control and when she realized Presten had tossed it aside last night, purely for the sake of making his advances on Isabel, she rolled her eyes, reaching for it again and making a mental note not to forget it.

  “Good morning,” Presten said, rolling over to face her. He clenched his eyes in pain. “Holy fuck, I think I hurt myself.”

  “Me, too,” Isabel said, smiling. “But it was worth it.”

  “I’m glad,” he beamed. “I don’t know why I thought you’d be reluctant at first… it was probably all in my head.”

  But it wasn’t. “I’m guessing it was,” she said.

  “Well, I can go for another round, anytime,” he whispered, his eyes boring into hers. Isabel was starting to feel hungry again.

  “We really need to control ourselves if we want to make it out of here alive,” she said, shaking her head. “I think we should go tell the rest about this place… they’ll be more than thrilled.”

  Presten’s face drooped to a scowl. “Do you promise me, though, that this place will always stay our little safe haven… for whenever we need to get away from everything and everyone?” he asked, his head cocked to the side. Isabel couldn’t resist his eyes; they glimmered with his desire for her. The truth was, she was flattered, and she couldn’t help but feel attracted to him.

  “I promise,” she said finally. “Listen, I had fun last night, I don’t want you to doubt that for one second. It’s just that I’ve been a bit… preoccupied lately, with all what’s been going on.”

  “I know, I understand,” Presten nodded. “And I want you to know that I’ve been just as pressured as you have lately… but we’ll get through this, together.”

  “I know we will,” Isabel said, reaching her hand out to him. “But for now, let’s just get out of here.” They made their way back; it felt weird having to crawl through that little cave again— it was making Isabel claustrophobic— but when they finally jumped out of the closet she felt a tide of relief wash over her. As soon as they both stepped out of Gavin’s master bedroom, they ran into Oz, who was waiting for them outside.

  “Where have you been?” he asked, his head cocked to the side. “We looked everywhere for you.”

  “Good news,” Isabel said, flashing Oz a smirk. “We’ve uncovered something, something big.”

  “And what is that?” he asked, his eyes darting between them. There was something about the way he was gawking at them that made Presten uncomfortable. If he wasn’t mistaken, Oz was displaying some signs of jealousy. “Come on, you two, say something!”

  “It’s Gavin’s secret book library,” Isabel blurted out. “He has hundreds, if not thousands of books in there and this is one of them,” she said, handed the book over to Oz. He narrowed his eyes at the title and then began skimming through it.

  “This is a dangerous book,” he mumbled, rather to himself. “I think we can make use of this… good job keeping it with you,” he said, raising his eyebrows at Isabel. “We’ll go back and take a look at this place later… I have a feeling we will need to revisit it. But for now, I want to let you in on our plan.”

  “Your plan?” Isabel asked, her eyebrows furrowed. It wasn’t long before Ava and the five strangers showed up at the doorway.

  “We’re going to visit the council,” one of them said. “We’ll show up at the other mansion and demand that they hear us out in exchange for the hostages.”

  Isabel thought about that for a second. “That sounds like a good plan… and now that there are more of us, we’re going to sound more convincing. They’re going to have to listen to us because they know we have the upper hand.”

  “We do have the upper hand, but do you know why?” Oz asked, looking at Isabel through the corner of his eye. “It’s not because we’re a larger number, but because we’ve got Gavin.”

  Isabel let that sink in for a second. She knew Oz was right. She knew Gavin was one of the most influential vampires in the council. “That makes total sense,” she breathed. “Now that they know that Gavin’s with us, they’re going to have to hear us out,” she said.

  “Absolutely… or else we kill Gavin,” one of the angels said. Isabel locked eyes with Presten. He had been gawking at her all throughout the meeting, and the truth was, she was beginning to crave his attention all over again. Just the thought of him and Oz taking her at once made her feel all warm on the inside, but she knew she couldn’t think about that now.

  “I think this is the perfect plan,” she said after a long pause. “But I do think we need to recruit more succubi before we head over there.”

  “I’ll handle it,” Ava said. “They didn’t recognize me at the other mansion… they have no idea who I am. I’m going to sneak in there, maybe scope out some new members to join our clan.”

  “This is a dangerous game you’re playing,” Oz said, shaking his head.

  “Got any better ideas?” Ava asked
, raising an eyebrow at him. “I don’t see you doing anything.”

  “I’m just saying… you need to be very careful. Those people might not know you, but sooner or later, they’ll realize that some people went missing, and they’re going to pin it on us,” Oz said.

  “He’s right,” Isabel said. “Be careful, Ava, and I do think you should take Presten with you like last time. You guys can protect each other.” Presten shot Isabel a worried look. Somehow, it made her feel guilty. Was she throwing him into the monster’s den?