by T. Cobbin
“Right, let’s go get your room packed up, okay?”
“Okay.” Giving his mother another squeeze, Freddie ran back to his room.
“I’ll go help. You okay?” He looked down at Sarah, who still seemed very pale.
“I will be.” Her lips lifted into a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“We’ll be home soon. Let’s get done.” Laying his hands on her small shoulders, Dennenth bent and kissed her briefly on the lips. “I’m here,” he reminded her.
“I know you are, and I also know you won’t let anyone hurt us.”
With a wink and a peck on the tip of her pert little nose he reluctantly went to find Freddie. The sooner we’re home, the better.
Chapter 9
It was dark by the time everything was packed and loaded. Freddie was already strapped into his chair, half-asleep. Sarah had asked Dennenth to give her five minutes to go through the house one last time.
It was here where she had finally made the break from Blake, standing up for herself and Freddie in order to give him the life he deserved. If she had stayed with Blake, how long would it have been before he had killed her? He was out of prison now, and she knew that somehow he’d been responsible for that lawyer’s death. She’d rung the firm before packing up the phone, hoping to find out more about Mr. Kinkle’s death. All they would tell her was that he had died in an unfortunate accident. They wouldn’t say how as she wasn’t family. They had also informed her that the reason they had rung in the first place was to let her know Blake had been released due to good behavior. He was currently on parole with the stipulation he was not to go near her or Freddie at all.
Yeah, right, like that was going to happen. He had often informed her he owned her arse.
As she wandered through the house she tried to steady her heart that was still pounding. She could hear the screams from the place, but they weren’t screams of horror, they were ones of joy. Running around at Halloween in their costumes, high on sugar. Seeing Freddie’s face as he opened his presents on Christmas. Seeing her best friends lounging around on her furniture having a drink. Happy memories. With one last glimpse she walked out the front door and locked it. She would send the keys back to the rental agency tomorrow.
Here she was moving in with a man she’d only known a couple of weeks. A dragon shifter at that. There was no doubt she loved him. It helped knowing and feeling that he loved her back. Could she trust him? He had trusted her with his biggest secret. Looking at him through the vehicles glass as she walked to the SUV, she knew she trusted him completely. Straightening her shoulders and whispering a fond farewell, she walked to Dennenth and her new life.
* * * *
“Hey, darlin’, now that you’re all settled in, fancy a trip to Scotland while Freddie is still off on his hols?” Dennenth had given them both a few days to settle in and visit Amy again before he sprung the surprise trip he wanted to take on Sarah.
“Umm, doesn’t your family live there?”
“Yeah, that’s one reason I want to go, but there’s another—I want to release my dragon and take you to see some of the sights I grew up with.”
“I get to see your dragon again? Mmm, that sounds tempting.”
“You just want to go to meet my dragon? Now why didn’t you say so before?” He went to sit next to her, noticing how her hair drifted in the wind.
Freddie was outside on the adventure playground while Sarah sat with half an eye on a book and half an eye on the lad.
“There is one more thing I have to show you about this place. It’s one of the reasons I bought it.”
Sarah sat up and stared at him with those hazel eyes he loved so much. Taking her hand, he led Sarah past Rosa and asked the woman to keep an eye on their boy for a bit, and then they walked down into the basement of the house.
“You’ve been hiding a playroom down here?” Sarah mocked behind him.
“Oh darlin’, you are about to find out that not all playrooms are what you’ve read about.” He chuckled.
Before buying the place he’d done some extensive investigative work. The house overlooked the royal gardens in Kensington, so he knew that the huge, expansive plot might hold some secrets. With the help of his friends he’d found what he and his dragon needed. It wasn’t the ultimate escape, but it was somewhere he could let his dragon out and spread his wings.
Reaching the bottom step, he took a golden key from his pocket and inserted it into a cast iron door. It was a good three inches thick. It was vital to keep the secret that lay behind it. But before he opened it he needed to settle Sarah’s nerves. He could feel the slight tremble going through her as well as scent the mild fear coming from her.
“This is where I can release my other half, a place that no one else knows about, except for a few dragon shifters. But I know it’s safe, because to poach from another dragon means war...it’s just not done. Ready?”
“Not really, but I trust you.” A small, nervous giggle left her.
Not being able to resist, he bent down and ravished her lips. Through their bond he could feel the love she felt for him; it came across as a warm glow. Sending a lot back at her, he pulled back.
“It’s my last secret. What lies behind this door belongs to you as much as it belongs to me and my dragon.”
* * * *
Sarah’s heart was pounding. Holy shit, what was behind that huge steel door?
As Dennenth opened the door she could feel how immensely proud he was coming through the bond. The door opened seamlessly and quietly. No creaks or squeaks. On the other side was a long, carved-out tunnel with steps leading down.
I trust him, I really trust in him. She kept thinking it over and over the deeper they went down the stone stairs. At the bottom was another steel door. Dennenth placed a golden key in the lock and turn it. She was panting now; so many emotions went through her it was a little ridiculous. Breathe, Sarah. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, trying to steady her heart. She watched her muscle-bound man open the door, and what lay before her eyes shocked her to her very core.
She was standing in a massive cavern, the size of two or three football fields, which was located underneath London, and it was filled with gems. Holy crap!
The stalactites that hung from the cave ceiling glowed brighter than the walls. They seemed to be covered in some kind of florescent stuff that the gems embedded in the wall sparkled off. The floor even seemed to be covered in a thin layer of gold. The surrounding walls had piles here and there of gold and precious gems. In the center was a massive pool of water, and based on the way it was steaming and bubbling, it was very hot water.
“Holy crap! Is this for real?” Oh my God. Oh my fucking God.
Looking up into Dennenth’s eyes, she could see just how proud he was. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. Turning back, she shook her head and stepped inside the enormous cavern.
“This is underneath London and no one knows?”
Shutting the door, he nodded. “A little dragon magic helps of course.”
“Huh?”
“As you know, each dragon shifter can do a small amount of magic. Troy’s dragon deals with the earth. When I found this place it was a lot smaller, but Troy made it bigger for me. My dragon deals with protection. Around this place is a shield that protects the place from anyone coming or digging any closer. Being underneath the gardens has also helped too.”
“Do all dragons have something like this?” she asked. She realized she had walked across the room and was stroking the smooth stone around the pool. The water was warm, but not too much. The thing was so big she could swim lengths in it.
“Our dragons like finding and keeping shiny things. Most of us have some way of storing it, and mine was this way.
“You spend a lot of time down here?”
“Since I left my family my dragon and me felt like we had something missing. Coming here, I could release him and both of us would feel a little better for a time. But as the years have gone by it didn’t
seem to fill the hole as much as it used to. To be honest, I haven’t been down here in a while. You are my treasure, darlin’, this is just stuff now. Although stuff my dragon would be pissed if he had to give up, but if it were a choice between you and this...well, there would be no choice. It would be you over and over. You fill us.”
* * * *
Sarah could see and feel the sincerity in Dennenth’s words. If her heart melted much more, it would be a puddle of goo. Lifting her hand, she ran it along his cheek.
“I know.” She crooked her other finger and made the come-hither sign, and he bent down, giving her the opportunity to kiss him. “Can I see him again?” she asked.
She watched her man’s clothes disappear in a flash and a shimmer grew around his body. In a matter of seconds a bright, shimmering light surrounded him, and then a massive garnet red dragon puffed a smoke ring around her. She had to take huge steps back just to look up at the fantastic beast. Holy crap!
The mythical creature stretched his neck high, lengthened his huge wings to the side, then lowered them and its body to the floor before her. Huge scales the size of her hand rolled over the beast’s body only growing smaller toward the legs and tail. The tail itself was currently wrapped around its body and was tucked just under its front legs. The wings looked like bat wings, stretched pieces of leather. Amber eyes peered straight into hers with a soft, pleading look. She couldn’t help but smile.
“Amy says that you will understand me.”
The dragon lifted its head and nodded.
“You have puppy dog eyes.”
She frowned when she again received a puff of smoke blown at her. Giggling, she stepped forward and placed her hands on his snout. Its head was as big as her torso. It wasn’t as scaly as she had first thought, it had a soft, velvety feel to it. The dragon’s eyelids fell to half-mast when she continued to stroke along its face and over its ears. A deep, rumbling sound came from underneath the beast, and she could feel it through the soles of her feet.
“Umm, are you purring?” She giggled again. Oh my God, I’m giggling like a school girl.
The dragon lifted its head slightly and dropped its tongue out of the side of his mouth.
“Be careful what you do with that, you have to put it back in your mouth,” she taunted, only to wrinkle her nose when it slid up the side of her face.
She continued her perusal, running a hand over the massive, muscled body. His hind legs come up just over her shoulder. Even laying down it was as tall as two of her.
“You are beautiful,” she uttered in awe. “If I was to tell anyone—not that I would—that I spent some time stroking a huge arsed red dragon this morning, I think I would be put in a nut house for the rest of my life. I keep waiting to wake up.”
The dragon rose and leapt into the pool, drowning her from head to foot in a wave of warm water.
“Oh, you didn’t.”
Another wave of water washed over her. The bloody dragon was enjoying this. With another wave of its tail an additional wave splashed over her.
“Oh, come on!” Dipping her hands over the edge of the pool, she started flicking water back at the beast only to stand there a second later realizing the stupidity of it. I’m flicking water at a beast the size of a house who could drown me with a wave of its tail. “Now how do you suppose I can explain being soaking wet when I walk back through the house? And did you just grin at me?”
Long, white pearly teeth shone from between the dragon’s lips. Yep, the bloody thing was smiling at her.
With another shimmer and a flash of light a naked Dennenth stood in the middle of the pool. “Want me to help you get dry?”
“Oh yeah, and how would you do that?” She tried desperately to hold back a grin.
She could feel the surge of arousal flood her from the bond they shared. She watched as Dennenth’s hand lowered and grasped hold of his cock. She could see the tip of it above the waterline.
“Now that’s just not fair...standing over there all wet and naked, stroking that huge cock of yours, while little ole me is still dressed and over here.” She lifted an eyebrow while putting a hand on one hip and cocking the other.
One second later she was naked and ten more he had waded through the water and hauled her into his arms and into the pool.
“You were saying?” he asked, his Scottish accent more pronounced with his lust.
“What big muscles you have.” She stroked her hand over his wet skin, relishing in the feel of his tight muscles.
“All the better to hold you with.” He smirked back, carrying on the game.
“What big eyes you have.”
“All the better to see you with.”
“What big lips you have.”
“All the better to kiss you with.” His mouth covered hers and his tongue delved between her lips, stroking along hers, leaving his wonderful Dennenth taste behind. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her fingers moving up and into his soft hair.
“What a big cock you have!” she said, panting and wrapping her legs around his waist.
“All the better to fuck you with.” And he did.
First, he spun her until her shoulders met the smooth edge of the pool, then with a thrust he entered her, filling and stretching her. Her head rolled, lying on the lip of the pool. The feeling of him inside her was utterly delicious. Dennenth slowly lowered them both into the water, their movements making it lap and wave over her breasts. His gentle thrusts became harder and faster as he began to lose control.
“Yes! Harder.”
“Oh darlin’, you are going to kill me.”
“Only in a good way, right?”
He gave a loud grunt as he again pounded his shaft inside of her. “Definitely a good way to go.”
The water began to get choppier with their combined movements as they became faster. She’d never had sex in water before, but was beginning to find it a little subdued. She wanted more—she wanted him pounding harder and faster inside her. She wanted to feel her walls squeeze the life from his cock as he came, to feel his balls slap against her clit. Something...she needed something more.
“Dennenth, I need more. Please,” she begged.
He scooped her up and off his cock and waded out of the water and onto the wet stone outside of the pool. “Hold the edge,” he gruffly ordered.
She felt the head of his cock at her entrance. With one fast, hard thrust he was yet again deep inside her. He hit the top of her cervix over and over. His balls slapped against her clit. Her pussy walls quivered as she grew closer to an orgasm. Yes, this was what she needed. She knew she was being fucked by a powerful man. Her man.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chanted.
His hand released its tight hold of one of her hips and slipped down the front of her body to her swollen clit. He brushed against it, circling it with a callused thumb. “Come, my mate. Squeeze my shaft, let me feel you.”
With his demanding words and a hard press on her clit her walls clenched, her breath stilled, and her eyes closed as an enormous orgasm rolled over her. The cave walls sang with her name as he too came, shooting his seed deep inside her.
* * * *
Dennenth carried his sleepy, sated mate in his arms as he walked up the long, stone stairway back to their house. From the many piles of his treasure he had picked out a gold ring with a simple diamond setting. Sarah wasn’t one for extravagance, and the ring he picked out was ideal for her. It now adorned her left hand. It felt good knowing she accepted everything he had to share with her. Now the final hurdle was his family. But knowing his family, he was certain they would gush over her, and even Freddie would be immediately accepted as his.
He began noticing a slight change in her scent as he walked up the stairs to the house. His dragon perked its head up and vainly started strutting around in his mind. Youngling! He watched it stretch its head out and bellow.
Thanks for that, friend!
Proud we make young!
With a shake of h
is head Dennenth looked down at his sleeping mate. He too was filled with a gratifying feeling. A young whelp. His family would also scent it from her when they went to visit. He would have to either tell Sarah first or warn his family to be quiet and give him time to tell her, or he could wait and let her find out for herself.
Careful not to jar his mate too much he opened then locked the door, slipping the golden key into the pocket of the dry dress he’d summoned up with his dragon magic. By giving her the key he was giving her both his and his dragon’s trust that no one but her would know their secret.
As he turned he immediately sensed something was wrong. There was a strange scent in the house and it was too quiet. Although Freddie was a little on the timid side, he chatted to Rosa nonstop. But there was nothing.
“Sarah. Wake up, darlin’.”
Sarah stirred in his arms, and he slowly lowered her to her feet.
He whispered in her ear. “Don’t make a noise, there’s something wrong.”
She stood before him, awake in an instant, with questioning eyes.
Placing a finger on his lips, he again whispered. “Stay behind me.”
“Freddie?” she asked quietly.
“Not sure yet. I can’t hear anything, and there’s a male scent in the house I don’t recognize. Follow me, and stay close. We’re going to move quick and quietly.”
With a slight nod she did as he asked. He had to get her to the safe room first before looking around the house. Although the male’s scent began to get stronger as they passed his office he carried on up the stairs and straight to Freddie’s walk-in closet.
“Stay in here,” he said, opening the door. “Call Troy and Pete for me. Don’t call the police though, it would be hard to explain what they might come across. Do not open this door to anyone but me, no matter what you might see, okay?”
“But Fre—”
“No one but me! I will find our boy, I promise you.”
With a begrudging nod from his mate and a quick touch of their lips he closed the door and left Freddie’s room, ready to find out just who the hell was in his house and why.
