Montana Firestorm

by Aaron Crash

  Mrs. Whipp sniffed and wiped at her eyes with the very tips of her fingers, trying to save her eye makeup. “My job makes me feel needed. I love seeing you doing so well, though I’m not sure about this situation with all these beautiful women. That Sabina looks like a movie star. And Aria must be a model. But Steven, with you doing so well, you don’t need me anymore.”

  “I do, Mom,” he said. “But it’s changed now. You don’t have to work, but you can. As for what I need? I need you to be a mom, to love and support me, and yeah, my romantic situation is, uh…”

  “Complicated.” Mrs. Whipp patted his hand.

  “Come back to the party,” Steven said. “I’m sure you and Mrs. Ross have something to talk about.”

  “She is so nice!” his mom said a little too loudly. “And we both agree that Tessa needs to grow out her hair and try something more traditional.”

  He guided her back to the party. He didn’t mention that, soon, she might have a full-time job being a grandmother.

  Back at the buffet table, Steven ate enough ambrosia salad and cookie salad to send his blood sugar into the atmosphere. Yeah, Sabina couldn’t eat those kinds of salads. She stuck with the greens and a sugar-free three-bean casserole.

  And then the peach cobbler was rolled out. With homemade vanilla ice cream, it was amazingly delicious. He thought of Mathaal and his final sacrifice. “At least you went out eating well, Old Matchstick,” Steven said quietly. It was the end of the Alpheros, and the beginning of a new age.

  As it got dark, Tessa brought out a microphone. “Okay, Steven, it’s time for you to give the big speech.”

  Steven shook his head.

  “It’s either this or karaoke.” The barista turned magician grinned evilly.

  Steven took the microphone. “Anything to avoid singing in public. No one wants to see that.” He cleared his throat. “I’d like to thank everyone for coming, especially the Novaks. Without them, we wouldn’t have had the money for even the hot dogs.”

  “Glad to do it, Cool Whipp!” Bud yelled out.

  Steven turned serious. “You know, we’ve all been through a lot, and everyone thought we’d never make it this far.”

  “And everyone is wondering why you set up your main Aerie in frickin’ Wyoming!” Mouse belted out. She was drinking sweet tea. No booze for her. And still she was obnoxious, yet she hadn’t cursed in front of Tessa’s brother. She was getting better, and Steven loved her for it. No more going off and being alone for her. She’d promised her days of sacrificing herself were over.

  “I like Wyoming,” Steven said.

  “And I like you and the nasty thing we do,” Tessa whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

  That totally threw off his concentration. He stared at all the faces waiting for him to say something. Mouse winked at him.

  He laughed. “Look, I’m not a big speech guy. I will say this. I’m twenty years old. This world isn’t what it needs to be. I’m going to change it, and I’m going to need everyone’s help here. From the Novak law firm to Liam Strider and his fatherly advice, to my friends, my best friends.”

  “Best friends with definite benefits,” Mouse heckled. Sabina elbowed her in the ribs.

  Everyone laughed. Even Steven’s mom.

  “And it’s Novak, Boaz, & Jessup,” Bud said. “We joined up because they’re not the enemy anymore. I think you own them, or something, since that whole Yellowstone thing went down.”

  Damn, what didn’t Steven own?

  He took control of the room. “Our success isn’t just about friendship and family and money. It’s about bringing revolution. That’s what my father wanted for me…and for the world. Let’s raise a toast. To my father, Stefan Drokharis, and his visions of a new world.” Or multiple worlds, for that matter, Steven thought.

  Bud had hired a professional fireworks team to light up the sky. The booms, the flashes of light, made Steven chuckle. After all the fighting he’d done, all the Dragonsoul aerial battles he’d been in, they were nothing special.

  However, he liked how his Escort drifted over to him. First Aria, then Tessa and Sabina, and then Mouse. They stood around him, heads tilted up to watch the colorful explosions.

  He could imagine a day in the future where he and his Escort would create fireworks through sorcery. They’d ride through the air on their wings with the humans on the ground watching.

  Steven recalled Rahaab’s fears of the Zothoric and his desire to keep the human world separate from the dragon world. Steven, like his father, thought the Alpheros was wrong. If the Dragonsouls stopped fighting amongst themselves, they could handle any threat. Add several billion people, their cleverness, their bravery, their heart? The demons wouldn’t stand a chance.

  After the fireworks, Tessa insisted on dancing. The party raged into the night, but Steven slipped away. He was still healing from the HeartStrike. It might be the ultimate weapon against a single foe, but the price was high. At least for now.

  Aria slipped into his bed first. “I hate parties. And I hate dancing. But did you know cinnamon schnapps was a thing? I kind of love it.” She giggled and kissed him. “Do I taste like cinnamon?”

  “You taste like Aria. You smell like cinnamon, though.”

  “And I like your smell, my Prime. I always did. Even when you were a monkey working at the coffee shop. A cute monkey.” Aria nipped his nose and licked his lips. Oh, she was drunk. Mouse had told him about drunk Aria.

  They were having sex when Sabina came in, eyes shining green. “I thought I’d find you two in here. I had visions of sex and cinnamon.” And suddenly Steven had two women to deal with. Sabina had let Steven’s mom stay in her little bungalow, only recent built, to the north of the house.

  “Cinnamon schnapps is a thing!” Aria bellowed out. “I wonder what your dragon smell is going to be, Sabina. I bet it will be yummy.”

  “Si, yummy, maybe chocolate or mint.”

  Steven turned and found a large breast in his face. Aria stroked his shaft. Things were going well for him.

  The music was still going, but Tessa stumbled in. “I know what you guys are doing! Is there room for one more?”

  Steven only had a king-sized bed, but he’d find room.

  Mouse stood in the doorway.

  “Come and join us!” Aria shouted. “You’re so hot!”

  “Yeah, no,” Mouse said. “I’m so not down with the whole group sex thing. I just wanted to say … I love you guys. Thanks for letting me be part of your family.”

  “But Mouse, you’re so sexy,” Aria slurred. “Sure you don’t want to stay and watch? That would be so hot. The straight girl getting off on us!”

  “Oh, look! Drunk Aria is here.” Mouse sighed. “You’re going to regret the cinnamon schnapps in the morning.”

  “Fuck the morning!” Aria burst out.

  They all laughed.

  “Love you too, Mouse,” Tessa said.

  The petite blonde woman slipped away.

  Steven would visit her in the morning or maybe a bit later. He was feeling better, stronger than he had since the Yellowstone battle. He was done using the cane.

  Before they got busy, Tessa had to tell them about a conversation she had with Eduardo, the manager at the Coffee Clutch. He also happened to be an amateur gunsmith.

  “My Peacekeepers are not from this world,” Tessa said with excitement in her voice. “You see, the Peacemakers were from the nineteenth century, single-action, gate-loaded, but I have Peacekeepers, which should be a modern handgun, a .357 magnum. But mine aren’t that either. Mine are modified to use .45 rounds, double-action, a totally different gun. That’s why Big Roy in Nebraska wanted to buy them from me. They shouldn’t exist. But they do!”

  Again, Steven thought of the doors at the top of the St. Vrain Aerie.

  “Revolvers from another world,” Steven said. “We really are a part of a wider universe we don’t know much about.”

  “Not a universe, a multiverse,” Tessa corrected. “Multiple
worlds. Multiple realities.”

  Again, Steven wondered at Tessa’s lineage. Then he had a question of his own. “Hey, so, Sabina is talking about having a baby. How does that work?”

  “I know this one,” Tessa said. “Insert tab A into slot B.”

  “No, no, no,” Aria slurred. “There’s the magic, and there are the trials, and fuck you, Steven, for not thinking about this before. Such a man, not worrying about birth control.”

  “And sexually transmitted diseases,” Tessa said. “He’s never once wore a condom. Shame on you, young man.”

  It was dark in his room, and he couldn’t see their faces, but he knew they were teasing him. He wasn’t sure whose thigh he held. In the end, it didn’t matter. All the skin felt so good around him.

  “The Animus destroys any problems with STDs,” Sabina said. “As for babies, it is a definite choice for Dragonsouls. But we don’t need to talk about that right now. Tonight, it is for love and for pleasure.”

  After a ton of sex, the women slept around him, and Steven listened as the music was shut down, his guests left or found places to crash, and the moon rose to shine through his window.

  He remembered his time at the heart of the universe and his father’s embrace.

  “Thanks, Stefan,” he whispered. Then changed it. “Thanks, Dad. For everything. I won’t let you down.”

  He fell asleep dreaming of a world where dragons and humans lived without fear, where every kid on the planet had enough to eat, and sickness was a thing of the past.

  He’d bring revolution.

  But first? He had to solidify his power and keep his Escort safe. Like his father said, before he could change things, he had to play the Dragonsoul games. He had his eyes set on every Primacy on the North American continent. That definitely meant more battle, but he had other ideas on how to bring dragons to his side.

  The time for vengeance was over. The time for conquest had begun.

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  When Marine Corps pilot Jacob Merely crashes during a routine mission off the coast of Cyprus, he was sure it was game over.

  After surviving the crash and pulling himself onto the sandy shores of a long-abandoned island, however, Jacob unwittingly stumbles headfirst into the ancient ruins of a dead city. Unfortunately, he also stumbles into an age-old battle between good and evil—and he is now its newest recruit.

  The island once belonged to the Amazons, daughters of Ares, the God of War, and stood as the final bastion between the human world and the monstrosities of the Great Below. But Jacob’s arrival has awakened the old gods and disturbed the seal holding the ravaging darkness at bay.

  Now, with the help of a sacred gem containing Ares’ power, Jacob must recreate the Amazonian defenders of humanity and fortify the island stronghold. And if he fails, Hades will unleash his army of the damned and the world of men will fall, giving rise to an age of walking nightmares.

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  About the Author

  Aaron Crash writes adrenaline-fueled odysseys into the extreme regions of speculative fiction. If you're looking for cyborg vampires or jellyfish centaurs, you've come to the right place. He is the co-author of the War God’s Mantle series (Shadow Alley Press) and other over-the-top sci-fi/fantasy novels. He’s been an Amazon All-Star and his books have broken into Amazon’s Top 100. When he’s not wrestling the word dragons, he mountain bikes, kills pixels dead, and has been known to watch a movie or three. He lives in Colorado where he does devilish things.

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  Copyright

  Montana Firestorm: An Urban Fantasy Harem Adventure (American Dragons Book 3) is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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