by T. Cobbin
“She can sit on the bed and make sure I don’t cheat. Once you finish counting come find me. If you can’t find me, shout my name.”
“Okay.” Freddie looked at Dennenth with such trusting eyes it made her heart melt once again.
“Start counting then.” Dennenth nodded.
Turning around, Freddie started counting. Dennenth went to the room’s walk-in closet, opened the door, and disappeared inside. Huh, he was hiding in the closet?
When Freddie finished counting he ran around the room, looking in all the nooks and crannies. He walked into the closet, and she was shocked when he came out shaking his head at her, indicating Dennenth wasn’t in there. Huh? She swore she saw him go in there.
Finally, after about five minutes, he began to get bored.
“Mummy, where did he go?” he asked her.
“Why don’t you shout his name like he told you to?”
With an animated sigh he stood in the middle of the room and shouted “Dennenth” at the top of his lungs.
“You don’t have to shout that loud. I can hear you.” The tinny sound of Dennenth’s voice filled the room.
Freddie stared around the room with wide eyes. “Mummy?” he whispered, running over to her.
“It’s okay, baby,” she soothed. “Go look in the closet again. I saw him go in there.”
Freddie shook his head and held on to her. “I did, and it was empty.”
“Dennenth.” She growled and walked over to the closet door and opened it. The small room was empty, just as Freddie said. She watched with Freddie as a hidden door slowly opened with a grinning Dennenth standing behind it.
“Wow. You was hidden,” Freddie said with awe.
“Come see.”
Still holding her hand, Freddie walked into an even smaller room. On one wall there were a dozen or more television screens showing many of the hallways inside and outside the house. There were also built-in shelves that held tinned and packets of food along with bottles of water.
“Wow-wee. Look, Mummy, you can see outside too,” he said, pointing to the screens on the wall.
“This is what you call a safe room. I had it installed in case I had a family and it was needed, and guess what, you do.” He crouched down in front of the boy and carried on explaining.
Sarah was surprised this room had been there all along. She knew this big dragon man could take care of a family and keep them safe, but just in case he couldn’t he’d installed a place that could. She fell even deeper in love with him. He had done this for a family he had yet to create. For the next ten minutes she listened along with Freddie about how the room would keep the occupants safe and sound. It even had a phone in it so the police could be called.
“When we come back from packing up your place this room will be connected to your closet. So you can run in here from there. Is that okay with you?”
Freddie nodded enthusiastically.
“But remember, you can play in here. It’s only for danger times, all right?”
“Mummy says I’m a big boy now.”
Scuffing his hair, Dennenth nodded. “Now bath time then bed. Moosh.”
She mouthed thank you then followed Freddie to the bathroom.
* * * *
Dennenth gave Freddie a goodnight kiss, then left Sarah to read him a bedtime story while he went and made the calls needed to fulfill his promise to the boy.
A little while later, after a shower, he dropped down on his back on the bed, his head dangling over the edge. He smiled, thinking about Sarah. She had agreed to be his mate, and the thought of biting her and filling her with his seed made both him and his dragon pleased as punch. His cock hardened under the towel he had wrapped around his waist.
Not long now, my friend, he told his dragon.
Happy soul. Full heart. Mate forever.
He scented Sarah then heard the click of the bedroom door opening. A few seconds later the bed dipped between his legs slightly. He could smell her arousal; she was wet and ready. Cool, silky hands slid up his thighs, sliding the towel apart and releasing his hard shaft. He gasped as she cupped his balls with one of her hands and played with them. He could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock as her other hand slid up his length, engulfing it as much as she could. He rocked his hips and groaned as she began pumping slowly up and down.
“Oh darlin’. Yes.” Lifting himself up on to his elbows, he watched his minx lower her head and kiss the end of his organ, then lick around the small hole. “Goddess woman, suck it, take it all in your mouth.” He sat enraptured as she did just that.
Slowly, she enveloped his cock deep in her hot, moist mouth. His hands fisted in the bedsheets. She began bobbing up and down, running her tongue under and over the thick veins, tantalizing him. He shivered as her teeth lightly scraped across his sensitive member. Up and down, she began moving faster. She paused, sliding up and off, his shaft wet with her saliva.
“Finish it, darlin’. Let me see you swallow my cum.”
With sparkling eyes she again lowered. He watched as his cock disappeared over and over. He began bucking as gently as he could, hitting the back of her throat.
“I’m gonna cum.” He groaned deeply.
She moved faster, cupping and playing with his balls as they tightened. She lowered one more time and swallowed, deep throating him. He blew, his cum filling her mouth as he called her name.
God, this woman was amazing. Sitting up, he watched her suck him dry then lift up, licking her lips with the most sexy grin on her face. Grabbing under her arms, he lifted, rolled, and was on top of her in seconds.
“My turn.” He waggled his eyebrows and licked his lips.
Shifting a finger into a claw, he placed it at the neck of her dress and tugged down. The dress ripped with the ease of paper. He pressed kisses along her skin, following the ripped seams as he went. The scent of her arousal filled the air.
Looking up into her eyes, he grinned. “You liked that. I’ll have to buy you some more dresses just to tear them from your body.”
A small whimper left her lips. He finished ripping away the straps then worked on her lacy underwear until finally her entire body was naked. Her pussy lips were already swollen, wet, and glistening. Her nipples were beaded into tight, little buds. Lowering his head, he breathed in her scent around her neck, licking and nibbling slowly down her body until he reached her core.
“Oh darlin’, I love seeing you so ready.”
Her clit was engorged enough he could see it poking from its hidden sheath. He curled his tongue around the bundle of nerves, flicking and rolling over it. Her hips bucked up. Her wail was music to his ears.
“Dennenth...please...”
Slowly, he inserted two fingers, pushing them deep inside her, and began pumping. He kept flicking her bud with his tongue. He could feel her walls quiver and knew she was close to her orgasm.
“Come, baby.” He curled his fingers and waggled them in a come-forth sign.
Her body stiffened, her walls tightened, and her juices flowed over his fingers. He groaned as he lapped them it up as fast as he could. All the time his name repeated over and over from between her lips. Licking up the last of her juices, he pulled his fingers free and sucked on them, moaning, and moved up her body.
He slammed his lips down on hers, and it made him harder knowing she could taste herself on him. His cock was rigid enough to hammer nails. As if it had a mind of its own it found the place where it should be. Moving slowly, he tantalized her by pushing his shaft just inside of her pussy and left it there. When her hips began to buck and her hands scraped down his back he pushed forward a little more.
“Want me, darlin’?”
“You know I do. Fuck me, Dennenth. Make me yours.”
“You were always mine.” He grunted then moaned as he thrust the final way into her, his balls slapping her arse.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her hands clawed at his back as he joined with her fully. Nudging her
head to the side with his cheek, he looked down at the place he had wanted to put his mark from the first moment he’d seen her. Licking over her pulse, he nibbled, pulling out of her. Slamming back in, he started a punishing rhythm. In. Out. In. He could feel her walls tightening and loosening along with his timing.
He pulled back in his mind a little, letting his dragon come forth. She looked straight into his eyes, and he knew what she saw. He didn’t scent or see fear at all, he saw love and lust shine back at him.
Faster he fucked her, hard and as deep as he could. Her pussy became hotter and wetter, and he knew she was close again.
“Come, darlin’, join with me.”
With a nod and a gasp from Sarah he swiped his tongue over his growing fangs. With another hard, deep thrust he lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck, releasing the venom that would unite them in heart, soul, and bond. Her cunt tightened around his cock as it spurted his warm cum into her womb.
Mate is ours. I feel our bond.
Dennenth agreed with his dragon when he too felt the click of their bond joined together. When he also felt their souls join together it was as if the universe had united. He could also feel her elation from the bond. His cock jerked the last of his seed, and he relaxed the bottom half of his body, careful not to squish her with his weight, and pulled his teeth from her neck, lapping at the wound, sealing it.
“Mine.” Ours!
“I feel you.” Sarah’s soft voice came from between pants. “I know what you’re feeling.”
“You do? I always thought it went one way with a human and shifter. I’m glad you can feel just how much I love you.” He sent more warmth of emotion through the wisp of a bond that now joined both of them. He hadn’t thought to ask Troy if Amy could feel his emotions. He knew his mother and father were able to feel the other’s emotions, but he thought that was because they were both shifters.
“Maybe I just love you that bit more,” she joked.
He bent down and kissed over his mark again. Four tiny pinpricks on her neck that would tell any shifter that she was mated. He could feel his dragon pushing against his skin, wanting to prove a point with their mate. His shaft thickened again to the point of pain inside of his mate.
I will help make sure our mate walks tomorrow knowing she ours.
His dragon was crafty. So with a little help from his dragon Dennenth again made love to his mate, over and over for the rest of the night.
“I’m going to show you all night long, darlin’, just how much I love you.”
Chapter 8
Waking slowly, Sarah stretched. She could hear Dennenth breathing quietly next to her, and could feel the heat of his skin as it gently touched her back. Going from top to bottom she flexed her muscles, getting them moving. Her inner thighs and pussy had a sore but delicious feeling to them. She’d been fucked solidly all night long. The man sure had some stamina.
She froze when she heard the bedroom door open. Her son’s footsteps were hidden by the soft carpet beneath his feet. It was the small dip at the end of the bed that warned her of what was to come. With a delighted squeal two small hands and feet started bouncing on the bed between her and Dennenth.
“Come on, Mama, get up. We’re going to get our stuff today, right?”
She tossed the quilt back and grabbed him, tickling his sweet spots, causing him to squeal again.
“No, Mama, no,” he cried out between high-pitched squeals and giggling. “Daddy, help.”
The room froze. The air stilled. It seemed everyone had taken a breath and forgotten to exhale for a few seconds. She released Freddie and stared at him. Dennenth sat up beside her with a stupid grin on his face. Emotions flickered through her son’s eyes as if waiting to either be told off or accepted, she wasn’t sure which one.
“I’ll hold her down, son, and you tickle her.” With that mere sentence the fun resumed as if Freddie hadn’t just called Dennenth Daddy for the first time, be it a mistake or intentional.
* * * *
A short time later they were all washed, dressed, fed, and belted up in Dennenth’s SUV. He had quite a few cars in his underground garage, but today he had chosen his Mercedes Benz SUV G550 being it had plenty of room in the back for their stuff. They had decided that the majority of the furniture would be donated to charity. She was planning on only bringing what was close to their hearts.
His heart was singing in his chest along with his soul. His dragon was fully sated and at peace with itself and was currently snoring away in the back of Dennenth’s mind. The sun was shining, the air was fresh, and he was taking a drive with his family, singing with the music. What could be a better start to a good day?
Earlier when Freddie had called out ‘Daddy’, Dennenth’s heart had stopped in his chest. When sensing the unsurety in the air he had to quickly choose an option—either tell the boy he wasn’t his father and make a big deal out of nothing, or do what he felt in his heart and acknowledge his role as Freddie’s father. He chose the latter, because Freddie was his son.
Dennenth pulled up outside of Sarah’s place. Freddie and Sarah went inside while Dennenth opened the back of the SUV and began unloading the cardboard boxes and taking them inside. The house had a musty smell being it hadn’t been lived in for a couple of weeks, but his mate was already opening windows, letting the fresh air waft around. Freddie was like a whirlwind, running from room to room until eventually he grabbed a box and began putting as much as he could into it.
Phrases such as “Oh poo, it won’t go in. Uh-oh, this is too big. Mummy, I need another box.” rang through the house.
Dennenth couldn’t help but chuckle. He watched Sarah take it all in stride. That was until he walked into the living area to see her face ashen, a finger on the answer phone.
“Sarah?”
No answer.
He walked over to her and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Putting a finger under her chin, he lifted it and looked into her eyes. They were filled with tears.
“He’s free,” she whispered.
He frowned, wondering what she was talking about. Then it clicked like a thunderbolt in his head. “Blake?”
She nodded, causing one of the tears to drop down her cheeks. Turning around briefly to make sure Freddie wasn’t in earshot, he nudged Sarah’s finger aside and pressed play.
“Hi, I’m hoping this reaches you, Mrs. Porter. It’s Geoffrey Kinkle, the prosecution lawyer for your ex-husband’s case. I have tried to ring you several times but have received no answer. Please ring my office as soon as possible as I have some news for you.”
The answer phone beeped, then another message played after it.
“Mrs. Porter, this is Mr. Kinkle’s secretary,” a soft female voice said. “Mr. Kinkle met with an unfortunate accident, but before his demise he had left firm instructions to pass on a message. Please contact the office as soon as possible.”
Again the answer phone beeped and another message played.
“Hello, Sarah.” This voice came across sinister, husky and taunting. It made the hair on Dennenth’s skin stand up, and even his dragon perked up, ready for a fight. “Don’t you just love lawyers? They are so handy for getting information that’s needed. I’m on my way home, sunshine. Have the kettle on, won’t you?” With an evil cackle that became distant the phone cut off. Her ex, it would seem, was out of prison and already causing trouble.
Looking down at the date the message was saved, Dennenth saw it had been left three days ago. How long would it take the man to find his family? It wasn’t that Dennenth was worried, he and his dragon would take care of his family, it just meant he would have to keep an extra eye on both Sarah and Freddie to make sure they were all right and safe.
“Darlin’?” He engulfed Sarah with his arms. Her skin felt cold and clammy. “I know you’re scared, but I’m asking you to trust me.” Peeking down at her and getting the eye-to-eye contact he was looking for, he was dismayed to see a look of absolute horror on her face. “Drago
n, remember?” He grinned, trying to lift her mood. “Steaming pile of hot ash if he comes near you or Freddie.”
“Freddie...oh God, Freddie. where is he?” She wrestled in his arms.
“Hey now.” He grabbed the top of her arms firmly enough to hold her but not to leave bruises. “Freddie is safe. Listen.” He paused, waiting for her to still and hear her son playing in his bedroom. He watched as her body relaxed, her eyes closed, and the air was released from her lungs.
“I’m so sorry.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Panic moment.” She smiled. “I’ve spent so long being afraid and running, or getting ready to run, that I forgot I have you now. I do trust you, Dennenth, with all my heart.” One of her soft hands stroked along his face.
He could feel as well as scent and see her pain. To be so entwined in each other’s emotions was a powerful thing.
“Would you really turn him into a pile of ash?”
“There is no question about it.” He smiled then straightened, hearing Freddie run down the stairs toward them.
“Mummy, can I take... Mummy?” Freddie dropped what he was carrying with a clatter on the floor and rushed into his mother’s waiting arms. “Mummy, what’s wrong?”
Dennenth knew he had to break the sadness floating in the air so ran a few things around in his head before opening his mouth. Coming to a quick decision, he let out a long, animated sigh.
“You know what? Your mum just had to tell Father Christmas that you were moving and that although you had a tree for the house, it wasn’t going to fit in my car so we’re going to have to buy a new one nearer the time. Is that okay?”
“Really? You really just spoke to Santa?”
Dennenth vigorously nodded.
“But why does Mummy look so sad?”
Lowering his voice, Dennenth bent down to eye level with Freddie and pretended to whisper as if the lad was the only one to hear. “Because Mummy is sad that we have to get a new tree, but we can get a bigger one for her, right? Will that make her more happy?”
Freddie’s face broke into a huge smile and he nodded.
