Elizabeth and the Thunder of Dragons: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (RH Fated Alpha Book 6)

by Ava Mason

  “Feeling better?”

  He nodded and whispered. “Yeah.”

  I leaned back to look into his face, grinning. “You fucking voyeur.”

  He laughed, his cheeks blushing a tinge pink.

  I lay back against his chest, loving the way his naked skin felt on mine and I kissed his chest. “I love it.” It was true. I didn’t care, I loved Christian for everything that he was; it didn’t matter to me what turned him on. I smiled to myself. “Maybe we’ll actually do it one day.”

  He raked his hands through my hair and I felt him harden again, just a little. But I just clung to him tight, suddenly feeling needy. Needing his assurance. He wrapped his arms around me and lay his head on mine, kissing the top softly. “I love you, Lizzy.”

  I mumbled my response, feeling loved and safe, tucked into his arms. “Love you, too.”

  Also loving that Christian was also aware of me and what my needs were, and he loved to give me what I needed, too.

  I looked up at him. “Think you can take me to Sophia’s?”

  3

  After making a couple of phone calls, we found out that Sophia was working from home today. It was Saturday, so that wasn’t abnormal. Her house looked exactly like the stereotypical mansion, with a large gate around it, which Christian had the key code to get in. We drove by a meticulously planned garden in the front with carefully trimmed shrubs and a long driveway with parking at the end for several cars. A tall, lanky guy waited for us at the end and Christian handed him our keys, then led me up the steps to her door.

  The doorbell echoed through her large house and a maid in a uniform answered it right away. We were rushed inside, past the grand marble entrance and into a waiting room. The maid assured us that Sophia would be with us shortly, and pointed to an ornately designed green and red velvet sofa.

  After sitting, I studied the room while we waited for Sophia. It was actually more welcoming than I thought it would be, with matching pillows strewn about the room. The floors were covered with oriental rugs and the cathedral ceiling made the room feel open. Pictures of her with her parents and two younger brothers lined the walls and I studied them, remembering that Christian had told me that her dad had been abusive.

  The smiles on their faces were frozen in time, reminding me that you just never really know what’s going on in someone’s life, no matter how happy they look. Sophia was right; I didn’t really know her at all.

  When Sophia came down, she was wearing a tight red dress and black heels. In her own house. Weird.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting. I was in the middle of some stuff. After all this shitstorm with Andre, I’ve had to take over his duties until the investigation is finished.” Lines on her face showed the stress she was feeling.

  “How’s that going?” Christian sat at the back of her couch, looking relaxed. I sat up straight, not quite comfortable in her home.

  “Fine. They’ll be done soon.”

  “And what will happen with Andre?” I leaned forward a little bit, curious.

  Her eyes met mine. “He’ll be reinstated. They discovered that he’d been loyal to the Queen the whole time, and Ember’s involvement in his life wasn’t very deep. Liam, however, won’t be coming back.”

  “Why?”

  She bit her lip, thinking. “His involvement with Ember went deeper, as you probably assumed. They’re still untangling it. But I think it was his decision not to come back.”

  “Oh.” I nodded, disappointed. I liked Liam, and it was terrible everything he was going through.

  She smiled and it felt strange to not see daggers shooting from her eyes at me. She sat on the edge of the seat across from us. “What can I do for you?”

  I looked at Christian and he nodded, giving me encouragement. I scooted to the end of my seat. “I came for a couple of reasons.” For some reason I was suddenly nervous. Probably because I thought she’d reject me. “First, I wanted to thank you for your involvement in our rescue.”

  “I was just doing my job.” She waved her hand, then it went up to fiddle with her dangling diamond earring.

  “Well, regardless. I appreciate it. And you did a good job. I’m proud of you.”

  She was quiet for a moment, her mouth just slightly open. “Thanks.” I felt warmth in her words and I smiled. Well, wonders never cease. Christian tapped on the side of my hip and I slid off the couch. She watched me with a little bit of caution in her eyes and I came to sit next to her.

  “I, um…”

  She folded her hands on her lap and gave me a patient, but expectant look.

  “I wanted to give you a gift.” Ever since I saw Dex and everything he’d gone through, I realized I needed to do more for Sophia.

  “Oh.” Now she really looked surprised. She looked down at my empty hands but didn’t say anything. I was too nervous to try to explain anything to her, which was really silly, but I seriously believed that if I told her what my gift was in advance, she would kick me out of her house.

  “But I’m not sure it’s going to work. So just, uh, sit back.”

  “Oh-kay.” She glanced at Christian and he nodded encouragingly. Even though they’d had a strained relationship in a lot of ways, Christian had helped her the most through it. With his encouragement, she tried to relax as she settled against the back of her sofa, but I could tell it was hard for her.

  “I’m going to touch you.”

  She raised her eyebrow but otherwise did nothing.

  I took in a deep breath, focusing on my magic. It blossomed under my attention. Then I closed my eyes and, just like I had with Christian, focused on Sophia, and what my power was showing me about her.

  I already knew that I wasn’t a healer; I’d tried to heal small cuts and stuff and it never worked. So I was still trying to figure this out. But I’d been able to give both Sophia and Liam life after they were clearly dead.

  What I wanted was to heal Sophia’s issues, her ability to have children. And I had no idea if I had the power to do that, or not. But what I did know, that if I could bring people back to life, I was certainly going to try to give her this.

  As her Alpha, I wanted her to succeed, to become a stronger member of our team. But it was more than just that. At this point, I wanted to help her. Maybe if I could give her this, she would find happiness. I didn’t know for sure, but I could at least try. And maybe, by using my Alpha powers to make the members of my clan stronger, I could actually fix her genetic disorder.

  I shifted my focus to her body, trying to understand how it worked. I could tell that she was nervous. But she was trusting me, as her Alpha. I allowed her feelings, and the feelings of my whole clan, to become background noise as I studied her.

  Her body was a mixture of colors, and they flowed and moved about her. Some of the colors moved at a fast pace, mostly the red and blue. But others were slower, soft. The pinks and yellows. I wondered if that had to do with her love and personal connections. I focused even deeper on her stomach, where everything was jumbled.

  I reached out to touch it, hoping it would help make things clearer, and pushed a tiny bit of my magic inside her. I heard her breath catch. Finally, I was able to separate the colors until I could see a golden thread. I knew that was what I was looking for.

  It was thin and weak, and I pushed my intent into my magic, telling it what I wanted. The golden thread pulsed stronger and everything else grew dimmer. It was broken in the middle.

  Suddenly, I understood what I needed to do. I focused all my magic on connecting the two. The ends swayed frantically at first, like two magnets pushing away from each other. But I focused my intent deeper, pushing my magic as hard as possible without hurting her, and they grew closer and closer together, until they touched each other. It took me a minute but eventually they fused together.

  I continued to push my magic into her until even the seam couldn’t be seen. Then, slowly, I pulled my magic back out of her.

  I opened my eyes to see tears streaming down her face
. My breath caught and she pulled me into her arms, sobbing now. She could sense what I’d done. I couldn’t stop my own tears and I held her as she cried, pouring her pain into me. And I took it all in, opening myself to her so that she could give me her gift.

  The gift of becoming a better person by being able to understand her better.

  It took her a few minutes to calm down and then she pulled back, wiping at her face.

  “Thank you.” Her voice choked at her words and I smiled, wiping at my own tears. I put my hand over hers, unsure what to say next, so I just nodded. Then I stood up and Christian followed suit, coming to us to give her a hug.

  When Sophia didn’t get up, but waved us along, we let ourselves out.

  As soon as I stepped out the door, I sucked in a breath, shocked at what had just happened, and turned to Christian. His smile stretched across his face and his eyes were a little red, as if he’d been touched, too. He pulled me to him, touching my cheek. Then he leaned down to give me a kiss. “You’re the best, Pink.”

  The next few days were really busy because we’d received word that the U.S. Supe Military had given us authority to complete our mission. We practiced parachuting again and worked on getting my certification to use a gun in the field. It had been a while since I’d practiced with a rifle, so we went over how to use one, and then practiced with both that and a couple of other guns, mostly handguns.

  Both Christian and Easton were gone a lot, still helping Edward with all of stupid Ember’s crap. Although Easton was gone longer, for most of the day and into the night. He often returned late at night, well after I was already asleep, because he was also working on our mission.

  One night I missed him so much that I waited for him in his bed, wearing nothing but underwear. I woke up to strong arms around my waist and Easton’s hardness pressing into my back.

  “I came in here, tired and ready to pass out, and found you like this.” He growled. “You should know better than to sleep in only your panties, Elizabeth. Anyone who finds you is game.” His teeth raked down my neck and I moaned, immediately turned on and panting for him. I needed this, needed to be taken by him. He grabbed my underwear and yanked it down. “You’re just asking for it.”

  I nodded, groaning into the bed. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

  He slid up inside me, even though I wasn’t completely ready for him. “I know you’ve been waiting. I was going to make you wait a few more days. But seeing you in my bed, so sexy and innocent in your sleep, I couldn’t wait any longer.” He thrust his hips up and down slowly, filling me up with his thickness. I moved to slip my hand down there but he clamped down on my arm. “No, Elizabeth. This one is for me.”

  He yanked both my hands up over my head and pinned me down, my face smashed into the bed.

  “You’re so distracting, Princess. That’s why it takes me so long to get my work finished.” He’d begun using Hunter’s nickname for me when we fucked and I liked it. “All I can think about is taking you, over and over, forcing you to take my cock in that pretty mouth. Forcing myself up your tight cunt.” His weight pressed me into the bed and he took his time with me, moving his lips and teeth down my neck and shoulder even as he thrust his hips in and out of me. I was coming so close to the edge, turned on by his fucking dominating nature but I knew he wouldn’t let me fall over it.

  Then suddenly, he stopped, pulling out, and I heard something by the door. I turned to see Christian in the doorway.

  “Everything’s changed now. Get up, Elizabeth.” Easton tugged on my hips, pulling me up so that I was kneeling on the bed, my back to his chest. And on complete display for Christian.

  “Do you like this Christian? Like to see me fuck your woman? Like to see how hard she takes it?”

  Christian’s head nodded forward. “Yes.”

  Easton grabbed the back of my head. “Do you want me to pull her hair?”

  There was a pause. Then Christian’s answer came out a breath. “Yes.”

  Easton yanked my head to the side, smearing his lips hungrily down the side of my neck, biting and nibbling on it, while he flicked the tips of my nipples. Then he pulled my head even further back to crush my lips with his, placing the palm of his hand on my back to press my chest out. I was so fucking turned on, my nipples were hard pebbles under Christian’s watchful gaze.

  Easton’s dark voice in my ear made me shiver. “See, Elizabeth? Christian likes what he sees.” His hand snaked around my stomach. “Do you want to see her come all over my hand?”

  “Yes.”

  I moaned, closing my eyes. The thought of his fingers playing with me while Christian watched had my juices sliding down my bare thighs. Easton pulled on my thigh, bringing my leg up to spread myself for Christian. Then his fingers traced down my stomach. “Open your eyes Lizzy, watch as Christian fucks himself while I fuck you.” I opened my eyes to stare into Christian’s dark eyes, hearing the unmistakable sound of Christian’s zipper go down. I saw his hand go into his pants, then a low rumble emerged from his throat as Easton pulled open my pussy, revealing my clit. Easton’s fingers slid through my juices and I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting my hips forward against his hand, all while keeping my hold on Christian’s eyes.

  “See that cunt? It’s just for you. For us. You own her cunt.”

  I had never in my life felt so naked and open, vulnerable. Nor so powerful and sexy, knowing how I was on display for him, and that it was turning them on so much. It heightened my emotions running through my body and I almost came just thinking about it. Blue magic erupted from my necklace but I pulled it back, keeping it under control.

  “Fuck, Lizzy. Do you see how Christian’s cock is so hard, how dripping with need he is? Do you see what you do to both of us?” A deep rumbling emerged from Christian as Easton spread me wider, pulling my leg up higher to enter me. I moaned as Easton’s thick cock filled me, as he pushed himself so far into me, burying himself balls deep into me. Then he pulled himself out and the slick sound of his dick leaving my pussy was loud in the room that otherwise was only filled with our pants and moans. “It’s all your fault. You make me so fucking needy, I can’t stop myself from claiming your pussy with my dick.”

  My eyes burned into Christian as Easton entered me again, his fingers finding my clit again, pounding his thick dick inside me over and over. He was pushing himself so hard that I struggled to keep upright. But I wanted Christian to see me, to watch Easton as he took me, claimed me, fucked me. I couldn’t see Christian jacking off, he was hidden too deep in the shadows and I couldn’t break my hold over his face. But I could hear the smacking sound of his hand as it moved over his dick, and watched his face as his eyes roamed over Easton taking me.

  Easton played with my clit, pressing and slicking his fingers through my lips; and shards of electric pleasure coursed through my body. I ground myself against his hand, willing myself higher. “Yes, Easton. Yes.”

  “Beg me for it, baby.”

  “Please.” I was panting now, and I closed my eyes again, giving in to the sensation. Feeling so fucking sexy with both of them around me, wanting me, needing to fuck me. I couldn’t hold on much longer and I squeezed the nails of my fingers into my palm to distract me. But Easton’s fingers played me like a violin and I couldn’t stop the way my pussy clenched, or the way my toes were already curling. “Please, Easton.” My voice came out a whimper.

  “Come, baby.”

  I came as soon as the words came out of his mouth, thrusting my hips forward as wave after juddering wave of my orgasm hit me. But Easton didn’t let me recover. He pulled my leg down and his large palm pressed into my back, pushing me into the bed. His weight smashed me to the bed as he thrust into me again. “How about when I take her like this?” He positioned my leg so that he could pound into me easily, his large muscled body on top of mine pressed my clit into the sheets and I rubbed my hips against it, chasing my tightening feelings again. But Easton hammering my body overcame all other feeling.

&nbs
p; “Harder, Easton.” I forgot about my orgasm, about Christian, about anything else except for the sensation of his thick cock as it pounded deep inside me. He hammered me brutally and hard, ramming his cock far up into me, crushing me as his thrusts turned more frantic. He grabbed my hips and I pressed myself back into him, burying myself deeper into his fuck.

  “Shit, babe.” He groaned, coming inside me.

  I felt his dick pulsing and throbbing, then his cum slipped down my lips and onto my thighs. He fell to the bed and wrapped his arm around me, breathing heavily. He tugged me close, placing kisses on my shoulder, then up my neck to my chin. His fingers pulled on my chin, dragging my face to meet his tender kiss.

  “Thanks, babe. I needed that.” He kissed me again as his fingers traced over my shoulder to my arm in a gentle caress. His arms wrapped around my back, holding me as he nuzzled into my neck.

  Suddenly, he jerked me up and jumped up onto the bed, throwing me over his shoulder. “Come on, babe. Let’s shower, and I’ll fuck you slower, giving you the orgasm you deserve.”

  Yelping as he slapped my ass, then laughing, I looked over to the doorway. Christian was gone and the doorway was dark and empty.

  Later that night, I heard someone else in our room and I stirred, trying to wake myself. Easton was sleeping, still naked and pressed into the back of me, his arm wrapped around my stomach protectively. There was a movement near the door and I blinked my eyes, trying to push away the fog of sleep.

  Suddenly Easton’s eyes opened, alert immediately. His hand tightened against my stomach and he jerked his head up. Then it fell back to the bed and he closed his eyes again and snuggled into me.

  I watched the shadow as it came towards me. Avery’s neediness pressed against me, tearing into my heart and ripping it open. I opened my arms, an invitation into our bed. He climbed into it, snuggling up to me and I wrapped my arms around him. His skin was warm against my bare chest.