by Tia Wylder
He had to make it in time, there was no other choice.
Chapter Two
Cecilia Roven was born into riches and duty. Her father, Lucius Roven, was a powerful man among the dragon shifters of Napa Valley, California. When she was growing up, he would tell her terrifying stories of how the now beautiful vineyards used to burn for as far as the eye could see. The dragon would raze any and all villages who dared to build upon the fertile soil that the valley held.
Her mother would balance these stories of violence with tales of how the valley would one day grow lush and beautiful with food for all. Cecilia used to believe her mother, but then she grew up. Her mother died young like so many other humans. Without the blood of a dragon in her veins, disease and decay took hold. Cancer they called it. A beast more powerful than any dragon and one that not even her father could slay.
They watched her wither away. Her eyes, so full of life, slowly drained until they were but hollow spheres that sunk deep into her skull. Her skin which was once lush and filled with warmth turned the color of ash and pulled taut on her face as if to somehow cling to what little life she had left.
Cecilia’s faith in the future, in her tribe, in dragon shifters, all of it departed with her mother’s soul. She was cold and bitter after that, much like her father. She didn’t understand why she had to stay. She wasn’t born with shifter genes. She couldn’t transform into a dragon, so what place did she have amongst those who could? Her father told her she was needed, that only she could pass on the dragon shifter genes that laid dormant in her.
People like Cecilia were rare. Children of shifters often became shifters themselves; however, a shifter could not mate with another and bear offspring. Instead, a shifter would need to mate with a human so that the child could receive the dominant shifter genes. That is why shifters rarely, if ever, mated with their own kind.
Her father already had one picked out for Cecilia. A man named Sebastian Tariq. He was one of the most revered warriors among the tribe. He had the highest Dragonslayer kill count, or so he said. No one had seen Dragonslayers in Napa Valley for over a hundred years. The shifters had abandoned their heritage and lived soft lives in massive mansions.
Cecilia sat in the backseat of a stretch limousine wearing a red dress with black lace. It was tight around her breasts and waist to accent the curvature of her body. Her father insisted she look her best for Sebastian. She was almost twenty-three years old and he still treated her like a child.
Lucius Roven sat beside her in moving vehicle. He was a thick built African-American man with a presence about him that intimidated most people. His bloodline was among the first to settle in this part of the world, so he commanded a massive amount of respect from those around him.
“When do you expect to consummate the relationship?” Lucius asked in a deep and gruff voice.
Cecilia gasped sharply. “Consummate? Father I barely know him! Don’t you expect us to be married first?”
Lucius dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. “Marriage is a human institution. We have more important matters to attend to. The bloodline must continue. The threat of the Dragonslayers is ever-present.”
Cecilia chuckled. “Father, in all my life I have never once seen these Dragonslayers you speak of. How do you even know they still exist?”
“You test my patience, daughter. The future of our bloodline, of dragon shifters as a species, is always at risk. Your mother may have taught you to be soft, but I will not watch my bloodline wither and die!”
Cecilia slammed her fist down on the side of the door beside her.
“Don’t you talk about her! You don’t get to talk about her!” She shouted.
“Cecilia, I miss her as much as you do, but you cannot let that pain harm your future and your purpose.”
Cecilia quickly wiped the infant tears from her eyes. She couldn’t show weakness in front of him.
“You don’t know that pain I feel, and you never will. I have more purpose than to simply give birth to our bloodline’s heir. Do you even care about my aspirations beyond this place?” Cecilia asked.
Lucius reached forward and picked up his crystal glass. Caramel colored scotch swirled around in the bottom half as he tipped it forward and took a long drink.
“There is nothing beyond the valley, Cecilia. Out there is the human world, a world that we have no place in.”
This wasn’t the first time they had this conversation. Cecilia heard stories from her mother about the rest of the world. About all the things that could be seen and done. Her mother had promised to show her those things. She broke that promise and left Cecilia alone in the cramped and crushing world of dragon shifters like her father.
The limousine slowed and came to a stop. Lucius adjusted his suit and tie as the driver opened the door.
“Come, Cecilia, we’ll finish this discussion later,” he said.
They both exited the vehicle. The entire area was bustling with people dressed in luxurious attire. Limousines arrived by the dozens and dropped off new guests. Cecilia reluctantly took her coat from the driver and draped it over her shoulders.
She didn’t recognize anyone around her, not that she expected to, she tried her best not to associate herself with her father’s friends. She looked to her right at the entryway. An ornate iron archway spread up into the sky. It was decorated with soft white lights that wound through the intricate design like glowing snakes. Beyond the archway was a massive clearing where white canopies were set up over sets of tables and chairs. In the center, under the crisp night sky, was a dance floor that had been laid over the lush grass on the ground. At the back of the clearing was a stage with a podium. At the back of the stage a small quartet of violinists and a cello player produced constant classical background noise. Lighting came from a mixture of hanging lights, standing torches, and the natural light that came from the star-filled sky above.
The people arriving talked amongst themselves as they made their way through the illuminated archway and into the clearing. Cecilia stayed close to her father, if only to avoid awkward conversation with the other people present at the event. They couldn’t even get into the event without someone recognizing her father.
“Lucius, how long has it been?”
Cecilia stopped and turned, along with her father, as a plump and elderly man approached in a grey shirt and crimson tie.
“Grayson! My, it has been a while, hasn’t it? Fifteen years I believe?” Lucius asked.
“I thought it was twenty, but at my age I wouldn’t be surprised if my memory is going,” Grayson said.
“Nonsense! You’re only, what, four hundred years old?”
Grayson chuckled. “375, but I feel like I’m 450. I’ve been told your daughter’s suitor has been chosen?”
Cecilia hated how they spoke about her as if she wasn’t there. She bit her tongue not to interject.
“You are correct old friend. I have chosen Sebastian Tariq,” Lucius said.
“Sebastian! Fine choice indeed! He will give your bloodline a strong heir to protect our heritage.”
Cecilia was becoming nauseous listening to them. She silently snuck away as they continued revealing in each other’s presence. She made her way into the clearing and spotted a waitress walking by with a plate of cocktails. Cecilia swept one off the surface. It was a martini of sorts, with an olive floating on the top speared by a toothpick.
She tilted the glass back and drank the bitter liquid down. It burned like fire down her throat until it landed in her stomach. As she fished out the olive, someone approached her.
“A woman as beautiful as you must be Cecilia Roven,” he said.
Cecilia chewed silently on the olive and regarded the man standing before her. He was a tall African American man, with a thick jaw, and a chiseled build. He reached out with a muscular hand.
“I am Sebastian Tariq. I’m sure you’ve heard about me from your father.”
Cecilia hesitated before shaking his hand. She
didn’t want to be outright rude and cause a scene.
“Nice to meet you, Sebastian. I don’t suppose you could grab me another drink?” She asked.
He bowed slightly. “Of course my dear.”
He turned and left. Cecilia didn’t like him. He was too full of himself. His face was almost constantly plastered with a confident grin that did nothing but further his arrogant persona. Cecilia knew his type. To him she was nothing more than a trophy in a series of trophies that everyone worshipped him for. He had power and respect, and it all went to his head in the worst way possible.
Cecilia’s father arrived. He already had a cocktail in his hand as well. He gestured to Sebastian as he walked over to a table littered with empty drinks.
“He’s quite the specimen, isn’t he?” Lucius asked.
“He seems nice.”
Her father grunted. “He’s more than nice, Cecilia. Any woman here would kill for him. You could show more respect, or at least some enthusiasm.”
“Yeah? Well you’re not the one that has to sleep with him, father.”
Lucius finished his drink with a forceful gulp.
“Just do your job, Cecilia. I am growing weary of your insolence.”
Cecilia was fuming with anger. Sebastian returned with more drinks. He handed Cecilia a cocktail in a cylindrical cup with a slice of orange on the top. She didn’t know what it was called, and she didn’t care. She went to work drinking down the fruity liquid within.
“Something bothering you?” Sebastian asked.
“Yeah, everything. Thanks for asking,” I said.
Sebastian didn’t seem in the mood to deal with her, and Cecilia was just fine with that.
“Well, I’ll catch up with you later then. I have other matters to attend to,” he said.
Cecilia’s stomach wrenched. He sounds like my father.
She made her way to the drink table for another one, when she heard the sound of two people arguing nearby. Cecilia couldn’t resist a little trouble in paradise, so she made her way towards the sound. At the edge of the clearing, beyond the comfort of the artificial lights, she saw the silhouettes of two men in the distance. The voice of her father carried across the thin night air with ease. The other voice was more gruff and harder to hear.
“Tonight, of all nights, you decide to come here?” Lucius asked.
The other voice replied. Cecilia couldn’t make out the words, but she knew he was desperate.
“No absolutely not. You could have brought them here! Did that thought even cross your mind?”
The gruff voice urgently pleaded with Lucius.
“That’s my final answer. Have a drink then be on your way. I won’t have you ruining this night.”
Cecilia backed away to avoid her father’s gaze as he hurriedly returned to the proceedings. The other man stepped into the light of the tent. He was dressed in a trench coat. His hair was an icy white and his skin was pale like fresh snow. He had incredible blue eyes that pierced through the distance between them. He plucked one of the drinks from the table and drank it in a single gulp. He seemed nervous and angry. He had also made her father angry. Cecilia was interested in anyone who had that effect on him. She approached as he took another drink from the table.
“I don’t believe I’ve seen you before,” she said.
“That’s because you haven’t,” he said.
“I’m Cecilia.”
“Good for you. Did you need something?”
He stopped and looked at her. His eyes cut right through her resolve. They had a deep mystery to them, once that she found incredibly alluring.
“I’m sorry if I bothered you. I don’t want to be here, and you seem like the only interesting person in a five mile radius,” she said.
The man stared at Cecilia for a long while before a smile started to crawl across his face.
“You're his daughter, aren’t you? I’m guessing this whole shindig is to set you up with someone?”
Cecilia nodded. “Yeah, how did you know that?”
He shrugged. “Dragon shifter traditions die hard. Sorry lady, but I shouldn’t be talking to you.”
He started to walk away, but Cecilia stepped in front of him.
“I heard you talking to my father,” she said.
“Yeah? Well then you know it didn’t go well.”
“Look, I don’t want to be here, and neither do you. Maybe we could go grab a drink somewhere else?” She asked.
Ragnar’s eyebrows shot up. “That would make your father very, very angry.”
Cecilia smiled. “That’s the idea.”
Ragnar took another drink from the table and drank it all in one gulp. He set the glass down and looked back to Cecilia.
“You’re crazy, but I like it. Come with me.”
Chapter Three
Ragnar was more than a little buzzed as he made his way across the dark clearing. Cecilia was young and beautiful. After his botched attempt at attacking the Dragonslayers, he returned to his village only to find a barren and burned wasteland at the peaks of the Scandinavian mountains. There were no bodies, only a note left in a place where only he would look.
It didn’t say where his clan had fled to; it didn’t even ask if he was alright. It simply told him he had been excommunicated for his crimes against the clan. There was no telling how many died when the Dragonslayers attacked. First his family, now his clan; Ragnar truly had nothing left.
He shifted and flew high above the clouds where he could be alone with the stars. He thought long and hard during his travels. He knew he wanted revenge against the Dragonslayers, against the ones who killed his family. Apollo was the worst of them, but he wanted to see them all suffer for what they did.
Ragnar sought refuge with the dragons in the west, but Lucius Roven denied him sanctuary. Word travels fast among dragons, but Ragnar was no less infuriated. What he had done, he did for the good of all dragon shifters. When Cecilia offered to give him company, he took it. Shamelessly and willingly, he took it. No one would give him the time of day, let alone spend time with him.
Ragnar stopped when they were far enough from the celebration.
“Have you ever ridden a dragon before?” He asked.
Cecilia shook her head. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if my father or my assigned husband sees?”
Ragnar chuckled. “Let them. You wanted to spite them as well, didn’t you?”
Cecilia nodded. “I suppose you’re right.”
Ragnar shifted into his dragon form. The process was fast and after so long, painless. He stood proudly on his four legs and spread his black wings into the night. He leaned down as Cecilia climbed onto his back. She dug her hands into his neck, reaching between the scales. He heard her shock as her hands touched the icy skin beneath the scales.
When she sat still he drove his wings down and shot upward into the sky. Cecilia screamed with excitement as the night wind rushed past them. Ragnar flew above the clouds and leveled out. He glided across the surface of the sky.
“This is incredible!” Cecilia shouted.
Her wonder and excitement; Ragnar recalled the same tone in his son’s voice when he first rode upon his father’s back. Ragnar found another clearing near the downtown portion of the city where the nightlife was at its peak. He needed more drinks, and fast. He swooped downward and landed. Cecilia climbed off as he transformed back into his human form. When he was finished, the realization that he had no clothing to call his own hit him.
“I, uh, this is embarrassing,” he said.
Cecilia looked at him with pure desire in her eyes. He hadn’t seen such a lustful look from a woman since his wife.
“No, don’t be sorry. It’s quite the view,” she said.
“Perhaps you could fetch me some clothes? I will buy the drinks for the rest of the night,” he said.
Cecilia shook her head. “With what money?”
She had a point. “I’ll find something.”
Cecilia smiled. “A
dmit it, you knew this would happen.”
Ragnar honestly hadn’t considered it. He was too swept up in the moment to know better. He was also borderline drunk.
Cecilia approached him as she softly bit her lower lip.
“Well, now that I’ve seen you naked, I think it’s only fair that I know your name,” she said.
“It’s Ragnar, but Cecilia, honestly, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
She shook her head as her hands reached behind her dress. Ragnar heard the zipper slowly descended. The cold sweat on her dark skin glistened in the moonlight as she peeled the dress off of her skin. Ragnar’s heart raced as she slowly revealed her form.
“Cecilia, we can’t,” he said.
“I would rather my first time be with you, than with someone I could never love,” she said.
Ragnar’s head spun. Her first time? He couldn’t imagine the trouble he would be in with her father. Her clothes slowly fell away. Underneath she was wearing a black lace bra and panties. She unclasped the bra and let it fall to the ground below. Her bare breasts shimmered in the light. She slowly pulled down her panties and walked over to him.
“If we’re going to do this, there are some things you must experience,” Ragnar said.
Cecilia smiled. “Oh, and what did you have in mind?”
“Lay on the ground.”
Cecilia draped herself across the grassy surface of the ground. Ragnar knelt between her legs and spread them apart. He laid flat on his stomach and pressed his lips between her legs. His hot breath on her skin made her moan instantly.
His tongue slid out and gently explored the lips between her legs. Cecilia cried out as his tongue wandered upward. He moved in circular motions, stimulating and pleasing her in way she had never before experienced. She dug her fingers into the back of his head as her moans echoed all around them.
Ragnar took a quick breath and returned with renewed vigor. He gripped her legs and held her still as he worked his tongue deep into her. She cried out as her body shook and thrashed beneath him. She screamed in ecstasy as a climax washed over her. Ragnar climbed on top of her, slowly kissing his way up her chest until he reached her thick breasts. His hands cupped them, massaging slowly as he tongue swept over the nipples, gently flicking and suckling.
