Such a man, not caring what happens as long as it doesn’t affect him.
“What makes him so dangerous?” I questioned.
Keifer slung his arm around my shoulder.
“He bit a man’s leg off a couple of years ago,” he expounded. “He was only walking down to the pond to fish, but Angus counts the fish as his friends and took offense to him trying to catch them.”
I laughed. “You’re lying. I saw the one-legged man at the hospital. It happened because he was beating a woman and some dragon took offense.”
He was trying to scare me off from the wounded soul down below, but I wouldn’t be.
The dragon, Angus, needed a friend, and I’d be just the one to offer him one.
“So why are you showing me Angus?” I asked softly.
I knew he had something on his mind.
He wouldn’t have brought me here if he hadn’t had something to say.
“When I become King…there will be new duties. I’ll be away more, expected to travel. I’ll have to give up the club, because there are those of us that don’t like the fact that the Dragon’s Warriors MC is so hardcore looking,” he sighed. “Which means I’ll have to become someone who isn’t, well, me.”
“That’s why you didn’t want to be King. You don’t want to be, period. You want to live your life, not have how you live your life dictated to you by others and their expectations,” I surmised, awareness of the situation dawning.
He nodded. “The dragon riders are a very old bunch. There are millions of us in this country, and even more outside of the country. We’re loyal to our own, sometimes to a point of snobbery. And I don’t want to be that. I want to be able to enjoy my life.” He ran his hands along his scalp, making the already unruly hair even worse. “I’m up to be King because that’s what dragon rider’s law dictates. The firstborn son of the King in the royal bloodline will take up the mantle once the old King is no more. That’s me. And that’s what our son will have waiting for him as well.”
He didn’t sound happy about that fact.
“Who says you have to give up your life to become King?” I worried.
“Derek is from the noble bloodline. His father was my father’s chief advisor. A trusted member of the dragon family hierarchy. He told my father what to do, how to act, what was acceptable, etcetera. And that’s what Derek will do for me. But…I just don’t want to do that. I like working at the shop on my cars. I like being in my club. Being home with you on weekends. This last couple of weeks has been torture. All day meetings lasting until night has fallen. Hunting the Purists once the sun sets.” He shook his head. “I don’t mind the hunting part. But they won’t let me do that for long. Once I’m officially King, I’m gone. I become too important to lose.”
I turned him by yanking on his hand.
“What makes you think any of your future followers want that for you?” I asked him.
His beautiful gold eyes, bored into me. “Thousands and thousands of years of tradition. Advisors. Brothers. My mother. My sister. You. I have to be that for you all.”
I shook my head. “No. You do that for you…if that’s what you want to do. For us, you just be you. That’s all we ever want.”
He shook his head. “It’s not that easy. Trust me.”
I crossed my arms. “No, it probably is that easy. It’s you that’s making it that hard.”
He opened his mouth, and then shut it again just as quickly.
“We’ll see,” he muttered, turning to watch the dragon as he started to stand.
“If you leave your club, your friends that have been there for you when you weren’t King, then you’ll lose them. Do they know what you’re planning yet?” I asked carefully.
Keifer looked back down at me once again. “No.”
I smiled. “Then if you want my honest opinion, I’d say fuck ‘em. You’re not your father, and this isn’t fourteen years ago when he was King, or even two hundred years ago. This is a new era. You have to adapt to the time. Nobody wants a lazy King. They want one that they know they can count on to handle whatever lays ahead,”
“And Keifer,” I said, smiling, “that’s you.”
“That dragon right there. That’ll be me if I lose you,” he whispered.
I turned to survey the old dragon once again.
“Then we’ll make sure you don’t lose me.”
***
Keifer
Blythe’s words ran through my mind over and over again.
That’s you.
Maybe she was right.
I wasn’t the type of person to sit inside and hear grievances all day.
I was an action man.
I liked to get my hands dirty working on cars.
I liked to run outside. I liked to fight with Declan. I liked to shoot skeet and hunt.
Which begged to wonder…why was I going along with the wishes of another when that’s not what I wanted?
As I looked down at Blythe, her sleeping body cuddled close to mine, I knew I had a lot of decisions to make.
Starting right here.
And I would be the best father and, very soon, husband, I could be.
I opened up the box I’d kept in my pocket since two days after I’d met Blythe, and studied the diamond ring.
It was a simple band…from the outside.
On the inside, I’d had inscribed the dragon rider’s code.
Free. Hard. Forever. Until the last breath.
And I felt that that described the love I felt for Blythe to a T.
“What are you doing on my back?” Blythe mumbled sleepily, not opening her eyes.
A smile tipped up the corner of my mouth as I looked at her face.
So peaceful.
The moonlight reflected off her face perfectly, allowing me to see the light dusting of freckles on the bridge of her nose. The delicate black lashes of her eyes resting on her smooth cheeks. The sweep of brown hair that surrounded her beautiful face and trailed along her shoulders. The black satin nightgown that’d ridden up over her butt, giving me just a teasing glimpse of her sweetness.
“Your ring,” I murmured. “I was trying to decide whether to just put it onto your finger now or actually ask you.”
“Ask me,” she whispered huskily. “The answer may surprise you.”
I grinned.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, running two fingers down the length of her spine.
She shivered slightly, tipping her ass up when my fingers traced along the curve of it.
I didn’t give her what she wanted.
Instead, I circled my fingers back up and out to her left hand, pulling it back once I had it in my grasp, and gently slid the cool metal down onto her finger.
“Dragon riders, as a whole, don’t have marriage ceremonies. We have what you would call bonding ceremonies. Marriage is a human tradition,” I whispered softly, twisting the ring around her finger as I spoke. “But it’s a tradition that I want to give you, nonetheless.”
She smiled, still not opening her eyes.
“And this bonding ceremony, what does it entail?” She whispered pleadingly.
The pleading in her voice came because I was circling along the bottom of her ass, stopping right before I reached her pussy. “Similar to a marriage. More customs, less cake. No preacher, but it’s said in the leader of the sanctuary’s presence so he can bless the bonding,” I informed her, extending my fingers so they rested on the cheeks of her ass, not touching that juicy pussy, that radiated heat like an oven, at all.
“What about those leaders…who do they say their vows in front of?” She asked curiously.
Always curious, my girl.
“Me. Or one of my brothers. My sister. My mother,” I told her, rolling her over and straddling her thighs.
I was naked, of course.
I was always naked when I joined Blythe in bed.
I was slowly working Blythe up to doing th
e same, but she still had to go to bed with something covering her breasts.
She said they were ‘in the way’ if she didn’t.
Her pussy, though, was mine for the taking.
And take it I did.
“Roll over and lift your ass for me, Drakina,” I ordered gruffly.
She obliged, tilting her hips up until her knees were under her.
Her head and chest rested on the mattress underneath us.
Her expression serene as I ran my hands up and down the outside of her thighs, letting my thumbs sweep the lips of her sex on each upward movement.
“You want me,” I purred softly, leaning forward and placing my nose against the cheek of her ass, smelling her essence as it wept from her entrance.
“Yes,” she hissed, pleasure filling her tone.
I leaned forward once again and let my tongue sweep out, licking her from clit to perineum.
She shivered in delight, making my mouth tilt up into the semblance of a smile once again before I dove into her pussy face first.
My tongue flicked her clit as I raised my hand and sank two fingers deep inside her sheath.
She gasped, clenching down hard on my fingers as I flicked the tiny bud with my tongue. “Oh, God,” she breathed.
I growled against her, causing the vibrations of my voice to pour into her sex, eliciting another groan from her lips.
“Stop teasing me,” she pleaded. “I want you.”
With one last flick and twist of my fingers, I rose up behind her and stared at the vision before me.
She looked like a goddess with her ass in the air, her face flat, eyes on the moon, it’s light pouring in.
Her hair was surrounding her like a halo, and I couldn’t help but be thankful that she was all mine.
My dick agreed, too.
When I reared backward, my cock had a mind of its own and lined itself up with her entrance without any help from my hand, and all I had to do was lean forward and sink slowly inside of her.
I filled her to capacity, watching as her breathing started to quicken the moment I entered her.
“Feel good, Drakina?”
I knew it did.
I could feel her pleasure through our mating bonds.
My wrists pounded with her pleasure, the tattoos feeling alive as I slowly pulled out, then even slower, pushed back inside.
“Yes,” she agreed on an exhale.
I moved my hands up to rest on the curve of her hips.
I didn’t speed up my tempo, though.
This was going to be a slow, sweet loving.
I was going to savor her body, and give her what I should’ve been giving her these past couple of weeks.
Her cunt felt extra wet as I slid in and out of her, giving me the added glide that I usually felt only after I’d ridden her good, hard and long.
And I found that I quite liked it.
She felt different ever since I’d found out that she was pregnant, but tonight, with my cock being strangled to death by her pussy, I knew I’d keep her pregnant as much as she allowed.
“Go faster,” she pleaded, her sheath tightening down more and more.
“No,” I denied her.
“Please!”
I pulled my hand back and brought it down with a sound slap against her ass, causing her to rear back and moan, as I slid deeper into her with her jolting movements.
“None of that,” I smacked her again.
She started panting, and with the way her pussy was quivering, I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.
Did I speed up?
Hell no.
I slowed down even more, drawing a whine of protest from her lips.
“God,” she cried. “Please, Keifer! I need it!”
I rubbed her ass soothingly, inadvertently drawing my thumb over her anus on a brief sweep, causing another moan to roll out of her.
“Did you like that?” I asked curiously, running my thumb back over her asshole for another sweep as I continued thrusting unhurriedly.
She tightened around my cock like a fist, nearly causing my eyes to roll back into my head.
I wasn’t normally an ass man.
But for Blythe, I’d be an ass man.
Dipping my thumb into the juices that were collecting on the length of my cock, I coated it before bringing it back up to her anus and pushing slightly inside.
She moaned gutturally as her orgasm barreled through her.
The sudden intensity of it all yanked me right along with her, and I closed my eyes as my release shot out of the end of my cock, sucking every single bit of juice from my balls and depositing it inside her already wet pussy.
“Keifer!” She screamed.
I pushed my thumb all the way inside her, and we both cried out as she clamped down harder.
After long moments of catching our breath, I gently removed my thumb from her ass and pulled out, feeling our combined releases on the length of my dick as I moved off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
I washed my hands quickly and wet a towel, bringing it back to Blythe who was still in the exact same position as she’d been in when I’d left her.
“You broke me,” she whispered tiredly.
I cleaned her up, wiping our releases from her thighs and tossing the rag onto the floor before I climbed back into bed with her and gathered her into my arms.
We pressed tightly together, from head to feet, my body surrounding hers.
“I’ll put you back together again tomorrow. Tonight, we should sleep,” I murmured sleepily.
She laughed softly. “Yes sir, oh, Dragon King.”
I pinched her nipple lightly. “That’s how I expect you to address me from now on in front of our people.”
She snickered. “You wish, Dragon King.”
I kissed her bare shoulder and reached for the covers, pulling them up and over us.
“You’re right…I do.”
Chapter 17
Not to brag, but I can make people angry just by existing.
-Keifer to Blythe
Blythe
“Are you sure you’re comfortable doing this?” Skylar asked one more time.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“I said I’m fine. Stop babying me. You’re treating me just like your brother, and I know you know better,” I waggled my finger under her nose.
She swatted my hand away and turned to leave.
“I’m serious,” she said over her shoulder. “You feel any twinges, you let me know.”
I shooed her away with a dismissing hand and turned to the kids.
“Alright, who’s up for a little game time?” I asked, rubbing my hands together in excitement.
I was in the sanctuary’s daycare.
This was where all the workers’ children came while their parents were working on the property.
I’d been here to visit before, but today would be my first time to stay for any length of time.
“Blythe, where did Miss Melody go?” A little boy, Tanner I think he was named, asked.
I smiled at him sadly. “Miss Melody had to have her arm casted because she fell outside while playing with you. Once that’s fixed she’ll go home to rest for a few days before she’s back with you.”
Tanner nodded. “She fell hard.”
“That’s ‘cause dodo brain pushed him,” another little boy, Desmond, countered, pointing to a little boy in the back of the room.
The boy in the back of the room was named Jacob, and he had to be the cutest of the bunch with his curly blonde hair and his ice blue eyes.
All three of them were around the same age, I’d guess five or six, and played together often.
“Miss Blythe, I need to use the restroom,” a little girl interrupted.
“What’s your name, honey?” I asked her.
“Nadine,” she whispered shyly.
“Alright, Nadine. Go a
head and go, and I’ll wait in the hallway for you, sound good?” I asked her.
She nodded. “Yes.”
So for the next three hours, I juggled six children, ranging in age from two and a half to six years, all alternating every ten minutes going to the bathroom.
Although it was fun at times, I decided that my children were going to be spaced at least five years apart.
I just had to hope that my kid would have some companions to play with like these children did.
“Miss Melody!” The children crowed. “We painted!”
Melody, a sweet woman around my age, hurried into the room, a hot pink cast taking up half of her left arm.
“I’m back!” She cheered. “And I’ve got snacks!”
It was more than obvious that these children loved their teacher, and the feeling was reciprocated by Melody.
“Thank you so much,” Melody placed her papers on her desk and hurried to me.
I smiled.
“Not a problem. I’m just glad to see that you’re okay,” I told her honestly.
She held up her cast. “It wasn’t as bad as they thought it was. Just a hairline fracture that should take care of itself with me wearing this for another month. It was a good thing, too, because they brought a really, really bad case in as I was getting my cast fitted. I was glad I was leaving so that the girl could have their undivided attention.”
“What happened?” I asked worriedly.
Melody smiled sadly. “From what I heard, a young girl was beaten because they found out her father was a dragon rider. She was about sixteen or seventeen. She was hurt really bad, and as I was leaving, I overheard them say she probably wouldn’t make it.”
My heart hurt for the young girl’s parents.
Poor thing.
“I’ll go up there and see if I can be of any use. Don’t overdo it, Melody,” I ordered teasingly.
She held up her hands in surrender. “Yes, My Queen.”
Her eyes were shining with mirth, but at the mention of being ‘Queen,’ my heart started to pound.
It made me feel uncomfortable to think about being the Queen.
Hell, I was just a girl from Dallas, Texas. I wasn’t a freakin’ Queen.
I ate popcorn out of the bag. Wore flip-flops instead of heels. Wore panties from Wal-Mart rather than Victoria’s Secret. I didn’t own a single dress. Nor did I ever wear my hair down.
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