by Julia Mills
With his eyes glued to Pippa as she slowly closed the distance between them, each step deliberately precise, her way of teasing them both and drawing out the anticipation as she walked down the candle-lined white carpet towards him, Fury’s heart skipped a beat. “Ye are stunning, Pippa, mo ghrá, simply stunning,” he whispered, her cheeks taking on a radiant blush that only added to her beauty.
Reaching the end of the carpet, standing just outside the archway, decorated with brilliant red roses and snow-white gardenias, Pippa waited patiently as Fury had earlier instructed while Zachary and Wade took their places on the raised platform behind him, standing between the candelabras decorated with roses and ribbons. The sounds of footsteps directly across from him, alerted the Seer to the arrival of Kayne, Trevor, and Graeme, all dressed in the deep purple oxford cloth button-down shirts and black pants, he’d purchased, with Troy and Trent bringing up the rear, their paws tapping a steady rhythm on the dew-covered grass.
Clearing his voice, Zachary began, “Long ago, when knights and dragons fought side by side for King and country, it became apparent that dragon kin was no longer safe from those who would expose and destroy them. They sought to join with the knights who had so valiantly fought alongside them during so many a bloody battle. Thus, through magic and the will of both dragon and knight, the Dragon Shifters were born.”
“In the infinite wisdom of our Founding Elders, clans were set up, one for each color of the Dragon Kings whose souls we carry within our own. Each assigned a region in which to make their home and to protect not only our kin but also humanity from harm. Over time, some have flourished, some have ceased to exist, and others have been born from the joining of many. As the Oldest Elder of the Golden Fire Clan, it is an incredible honor to stand among those of not only my own Clan but also those from the Blue Thunder Clan and the Shiften. Thank you for your presence and your blessings. We are brothers in blood, brothers in battle, and brothers in loyalty.
“Gathered in this place of beauty, I can feel how welcome the first One True Mate to grace our Clan is by our Ancients. They continue to bless us with extraordinary mates for the best among us, to ensure the continuation of our race. Every one of us that finds the light of his soul knows how sacred she is. It is an honor to witness the power of what the Universe put into place at our inception. Tonight, in this blessed place, we acknowledge and bless the mating of Fury MacTavish to the one the Universe made for him, and the angels have sired, Pippa Marie Sparks. Will those seeking to witness and give their blessing to this union please step forward?”
Kayne took a step forward, grinning from ear-to-ear and nodded, “It is with the power of Lugh, the Celtic God of the Sun, that I offer the blessing of this union. May the sun always light your path, chase away the darkness, and shine upon you and yours all the days of your lives and theirs.”
He cleared his throat and continued, “And from the brethren of the Blue Thunder Clan, I wish to witness and offer the blessing of all to the one born of our blood and the mate of his heart. May their lives now and forever be a testament to all we hold dear…love, honor, and loyalty. As you are one, let your strength see you through many years and the children of your children’s children smile upon you.” He nodded at them both and then returned to his place with the others.
Zachary then added, “From the oldest among us to the youngest, I stand as a testament to the power of the dragons and offer this blessing from the ancestors who have gone before us to prepare us a place in the Heavens. Live long, love often, and never look away from the light of your soul. The Universe does not make mistakes. She has given you both life so that you may share it. Be happy, as that is Her fondest wish for all Her children.”
Trevor then stepped forward, “The Shiften offer our well wishes to you both. We pray that the sun never sets but that you are smiling and arm-in-arm. Love one another as I love my family. May you have many, many years of happiness.”
Stepping forward, Wade spoke the words just as Zachary had taught him. “Your witness and blessings have been acknowledged and accepted by Dragons and Shiften alike.” Stopping, he winked, “Fury MacTavish, you may go to your mate. Please escort her to the Sacred Circle,” the silver-haired wolfen pointed to the side, “Before those of us assembled here.”
Fury stalked towards his mate, his heart, mind, and soul mirroring hers, completely open, hiding nothing, sharing everything…never to be parted throughout all of eternity. Once they were in place, Zachary began again, “The true purple dragons, the ones not of mixed parentage, sprung from the imagination of the Universe. They are symbolic of passion, balanced by reason and the temporal, balanced by the external. They are symbolic of the vastness of our existence and the infinity of our souls. They foretell of the changes in the wind and the evolution of our kin. Their incredible magic brings spiritual enlightenment and healing to our numbers.”
“Purple dragons are known for their patience, loyalty and quick decision-making abilities. The iridescent purple of their scales symbolizes creativity, wisdom, dignity, devotion, peace, independence, and magic. Purple dragons seize every opportunity to protect home and family with their last breath and encourage change helping others except the inevitable. To mate a purple dragon is to accept all that they are and honor the power shared between mates.”
“As a One True Mate and the Beloved of the Dragon Guardsman before you, do you, Pippa Marie Sparks, accept this man and his dragon as your mate, now and forever more?”
“With all that I was, all that I am, all I will ever be, and all that we are together, I accept this man and his dragon into my heart and my soul. I will share everything that I am with him every day of our lives, both here and in the Heavens.” Pippa smiled. “I love this man with all my heart and soul. Where he is shall I always be, for no one and nothing can tear us apart.”
“Thank you, Pippa, it is a great honor to call you sister. Now is the time of the marking. May the Universe continue to bless you and yours all the days of your life.”
Troy and Trent howled to the sky, giving their wolven blessing to the union as they followed the others out of the meadow, leaving Fury blissfully alone with his mate. Looking at the woman he would give his life for, the Guardsman could only stare. Pippa was magnificent in more ways than he could fathom.
Winking, she smiled a smile that made him weak in the knees, chuckling, “I love you so much,” tapping her temple to indicate she’d heard her thoughts. The longer they stared at one another, the deeper and darker he could feel his eyes becoming until they glowed, showing the eyes of his dragon in their depths.
Fury lowered his mouth to hers, stopping just as their lips touched, whispering, “Tá tú mo ghrá eternal. Ta’ mo chroi istigh ionat,” before capturing her lips with his.
Together they were consumed with a heat that laid them both open…body, heart, and soul, a dragon, and his One True Mate.
Pippa gasped into their kiss at the same time Fury felt a sting on the left side of his neck. Pulling his mate closer still, the Seer moved his lips from hers, teasing and tasting the tender skin of her jaw and down her neck, until he reached the spot he knew from her mind, was tender to the touch. Lavishing the offending area until all thoughts of anything but their naked bodies loving one another swirled through both of their minds, the Seer lifted Pippa off the ground, kissing her with everything that he was.
Moaning at the loss as Fury pulled back, he chuckled when Pippa batted her eyes and asked, “What exactly are you up to, Mr. MacTavish?”
“So very many things, Mrs. MacTavish,” he winked. Swinging her around, he kissed her with all the love in his heart as he whispered into her mind, “Ye have redeemed this old dragon with yer love, returned me to the land of the living and given me hope. I love ye, Pippa, so much, I believe I could fly without me wings.”
Chapter Fifteen
Overwhelmed and blissfully happy, Fury ran as fast as he could, everything around him a blur as he made a beeline for the tiny white cottage at the e
dge of the forest. The one Wade was letting the couple use for their honeymoon. Making short work of the lock, he carried Pippa over the threshold and kicked the door closed behind them.
Releasing her legs, the friction of her body against his fed the fire of his desire, causing his pulse to race and his cock to harden. Fury held Pippa steady as her toes touched the floor and together, they let out a long, slow breath.
They were together in all things. She was his. She bore his mark, angel wings on either side of a perfectly purple dragon’s scale surrounded by flames, just as he had the same. There was nothing in Heaven or Hell that could tear them apart. Not even death.
Running his hands through her silken hair, he released the pins holding her curls. Smiling as she moaned in ecstasy while he massaged her scalp, even pushing her head further into his hands to increase the pressure. Rubbing and kneading down her neck and onto her shoulders, the tiny, little freckles peeking out from under the fabric of her gown seemed to wink at him. Leaning down, he kissed each little spot, paying extra attention to the ones on her neck.
Kissing across her décolletage, Fury slid the thin straps from her shoulders and undid the zipper holding the bodice of her dress closed. His breath caught in his throat as her breasts came into view, thoughts of how much he wanted and needed her swamping his every emotion.
Letting go of the material, watching her gown float to the ground, his eyes took in the full splendor of his mate. Lifting one foot and then the other Pippa kicked the garment out of their way while the Seer took a moment longer to marvel at the miraculous creature standing before him in her white lace panties….and nothing else.
Women’s clothing is so much better than it was eighty years ago…
“It seems, Mr. MacTavish, that you are overdressed.” Pippa winked, reaching forward to unbutton his shirt.
Wrapping his hands around hers, Fury tried to hold them tight, but Pippa wasn’t having any of it. Shaking her head, she purred, “Let me return the favor,” before looking up at him through her thick, dark lashes.
His hands fell to his sides. The infamous Seer of the Dragon Guard standing in awe of his beautiful mate as she made quick work of his shirt, running her hands over his shoulders and across his chest as soon as they were bare. Rubbing along each ridge of his six-pack, Pippa made her way to the thin line of hair leading into the waistband of his pants, humming low in her throat, demurely glancing up at him as she went. Fury was sure he would lose his mind, shivering at the sensation as she undid the clasp and zipper of his pants, running the back of her fingers from one hip to the other.
Pushing his pants off his hips, she followed them to the floor, sitting on her knees in front of him, his erection straining towards her magnificent mouth. Licking her lips, never taking her eyes from his, Pippa captured the small bead of moisture at the tip of his cock with the very end of her tongue. Restraining himself with every ounce of his hard-fought control, Fury had no doubt that one image would be forever burned into his memory as his eyes slid shut, and he moaned low in his throat.
As Pippa started to take him in her mouth, Fury’s eyes shot open. Grabbing for her shoulders, the Seer tried to bring his mate to her feet, but instead was caught completely off guard as she shook her head, and looked up in confusion. Quickly smiling, she reassured him, “No, Fury. Stop. I want to taste you, to love you in every way.”
Their eyes remained locked. The Seer had to know this was truly what she wanted and not something she was doing only to please him. After several long seconds, Fury was sure. There was no denying the love he saw in her eyes, along with her confident nod that had Fury relaxing again.
Placing her palms on his thighs, Pippa’s tongue lavished the vein that ran his length, working her way to the tip, then pulling the swollen head into her mouth. Grinning against his skin, his feisty mate dipped her tongue into the slit at the very tip, making the muscles in his thighs shake like leaves on the trees during a spring shower. Fury growled, trying to find his balance, sure his head would explode if he didn’t fall flat on his ass first.
Pippa sucked as much of his length into her mouth as would fit then hollowed her cheeks and hummed. Fury’s fingers squeezed her shoulders as he ground out, “Ceann beag, I have waited more than one lifetime for ye, but I will no last another second if ye keep doing that.”
His comment seemed to spur her on, making her work him in and out of her lips more quickly as he grew larger and thicker, working hard not to explode in her mouth. Moving back to the tip, she increased the suction, pulling his cock from her mouth with a pop! Quicker that he could track, she sucked one and then the other of his balls into her mouth, licking and massaging the tender bits of flesh with her tongue until the Seer was light-headed and dizzy.
And thank the Heavens, she continued her delicious torture by taking his length into her mouth again. Placing both her hands around the base, working him in and out, sucking and humming until he was helpless to do anything but release into her mouth as he could see in her mind she wanted so very much. Swallowing all he gave, kissing up and down his length, Pippa had him hardening again within seconds.
It was a wonderfully magical torture, but Fury wanted his turn. He needed his mate with every fiber of his being, the way it was always meant to be. Putting his hands under her arms, he used his enhanced speed to get her on her back in the middle of the high-sided king-sized bed. Another quick move and her legs were over his shoulders, right where he wanted them to be. Smiling as he rubbed his nose against the wet silk of her panties, Fury inhaled Pippa’s intoxicating scent, knowing if he didn’t taste her in that moment, he would surely die.
Slipping two fingers under the silk at her hip, Fury ripped the offending material from Pippa’s body and threw it over his head. No longer willing to stand the torture, the tip of his tongue licked up and down the glistening seam of her pussy.
Fury groaned deep in his throat as Pippa’s taste burst upon his tongue. Placing his hands under her ass, he lifted her pussy closer to his face and began to feast. Driving his tongue into her warm, wet pussy as far as he could go, licking every inch of his mate, even curling the end of his tongue to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her channel.
Pippa’s hands grabbed his hair, pulling with such force Fury was sure he’d be bald as she gasped for breath and moaned his name. The Seer smiled against his mate’s skin at the way she reacted to his touch. Using the flat of his tongue, he licked her outer lips from bottom to top, teasing her clit on every pass.
Her legs tightened around his head, and her heels dug into his back. Her wails to the Heavens rattling the windows as he sucked her swollen nub between his lips, flicking it up and down with his tongue, teasing until she was screaming her release to the Goddess above.
Fury lapped at the honey flowing from his Beloved, nuzzling, and nipping her puffy lips until she released his hair and her breathing returned to normal. Carefully lifting her legs off his shoulders, he massaged her thighs. There had never been a lovelier sight than his One True Mate completely satisfied, looking like a Queen laying before him.
Kissing her hip and then her belly button, where he paid extra attention with his tongue until Pippa started to giggle, Fury nipped his way up her stomach to the sweet spot between her breasts, loving the feel of her heart beating in sync with his. Palming both her breasts, the Seer gently squeezed as the already raised peaks grew harder against his palms. Kissing up her neck, he paid special attention to the marking on her neck as Pippa sighed, moving her head to the side, allowing him greater access.
True to herself, his fiery mate, grabbed his head, pulling his lips to hers and kissing him with wild abandon. Fury opened immediately, letting Pippa have her way with him. His mate was sassy in bed and in love, just as she was in the outside world. He couldn’t have asked for any more, she was perfect in every way.
With her hands in his hair and her tongue working his mouth, the Guardsman was ready to explode once again. Shifting his hips slightly,
he thrust his cock into the haven of her body until he could go no farther as Pippa tore her lips from his, screaming, “Fury!... Yes!... Oh, my God, yes!... I love you!”
He wanted to go slow this first time in her body, but the feel of her muscles contracting around him, massaging, tempting, teasing, made it impossible for him to hold still. Sliding out of her until only the tip of him rested within her opening, he commanded, “Look at me, Pippa. Look at the man who loves you so very much, as we truly become one.”
Her eyes immediately snapped to his, flooring the Seer with the love he saw overflowing from her heart and soul. Thrusting into her, he pulled right back out, starting a rhythm that Pippa instinctually met stroke for stroke.
Staring into one another’s eyes, their passion exploded. Pushing her knees toward her chest, Fury lifted Pippa’s bottom off the bed, going deeper into her warm, wet pussy. Rolling his hips, the head of his cock caressed the sensitive bundle of nerves that made the walls of her vagina close tighter still around him. Wanting to shout to the Heavens when her eyes rolled back in her head from the pleasure only Fury could give to his Pippa, his chest puffed with pride as she struggled to catch her breath, just as he also had trouble drawing his next breath.
Reaching between their bodies, Fury barely touched her clit with his thumb before Pippa’s orgasm overtook them both. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her brilliant blue eyes holding all the promise of their future locked on his, the Seer was helpless but to follow her over the edge, knowing he would follow his Beloved anywhere, even to the ends of the Earth.
Hours later, they lay completely satiated, her head on his chest, their legs intertwined, while their bodies cooled from hours of lovemaking. The Seer could only smile like a daft fool from the love and filling his heart and soul for his One True Mate.
