by Sky Winters
“You will not need to stand, we will ride back to the castle on my horse,” Lord Edmond was tiring of the game and wished to be away from the place, but surrounded by bandits he could do little else.
“I think the Lady has spoken and that we must abide by her wishes. I believe I will take her back to my camp where I will personally attend to her. When she is well, she can return to you, if that is her wish?”
“If that is her wish!” Lord Edmond almost exploded with anger. His usually cold and white face was red and ugly, his eyes glittering with hate at the young man before him and his hands automatically reached for the gun at his side. Four men were upon him; aiming their pistols at his head before his hand could even reach the weapon. His face twitched as he stamped the ground with his feet.
“Be damned McCraig. Touch that girl and I will kill you and all of your men, you hear.”
James McCraig smiled. “I swear on my honour as a gentleman that I will not touch the lady, unless of course she wants me to,” it was he now who laughed.
“Gentleman, you are no gentleman Sir. I have heard things about you and your clan. You are unnatural Sir and should be burned alive”
McCraig’s face turned to one of displeasure and his whip struck the side of Edmond’s face to silence him.
“My family is the oldest in the Kingdom Sir; my line descends from the first men that ever walked these fine lands. Do not disrespect my kind or we will extinguish you like a candle.”
Calling for his men to escort Lord Edmond back to the castle, James dismounted his horse and stepped over to where Lady Davina was sitting. She had never seen a man so handsome, and as he took her hand and pulled her gently to her feet, she felt the heat between them, a strong bond; it was as if she had known him her entire life.
Once Lord Edmond was away, he stepped forward, and picking her up in his strong arms he carried her to his horse as if she bore no weight. Once she was settled he sat in front of her and she placed her hands firmly about his waist for safety.
“What about poor Bess?” She had almost forgotten the poor horse lying quietly amongst the trees.
“Do not worry about Bess, my men will see to her.” A sob caught in her throat.
“No, you misunderstand. My men are wise and will bring Bess back to the camp. All will be well”
Smiling through her tears they rode on quickly through the forest, deeper and deeper into the trees. After almost an hour’s riding they reached their destination, a makeshift yet comfortable camp in a small clearing. Several tents had been made from cloth and branches, and a great fire warmed the cold air.
She was made comfortable in one of the tents and James was true to his word; placing a poultice of herbs on her swollen ankle and slathering her cuts with a green paste. Tucking a blanket around her with the promise of returning, he left her to rest.
Lady Davina felt safe and happy and soon fell into a deep sleep—on this night no dreams came to her.
It was night when she awoke and although the sky was dark, the camp was lit with the orange glow of the fire. Sitting up she looked around her. The tent was pretty basic, but some of the cloth of the tent had been embroidered with symbols, covered with the strange images of creatures from the old myths, glittering dragons with red eyes, breathing fire and smoke from their nostrils.
It wasn’t cold but she shivered slightly, the images seemed so lifelike, and in the shadows and dancing flames of the fire light, they seemed to come alive. She had seen the images before and tried to recall where, and then she remembered; the sign of the dragon had been present in many of her dreams for as long as she could remember.
The entrance to the tent opened and James McGuire stood before her. Her heart gave a slight shudder as he looked deep into her eyes and smiled.
“You are awake, how do you feel?”
She certainly felt refreshed after her sleep and her ankle didn’t hurt so much.
“I feel much better, but a little hungry,” she had only eaten a small piece of bread and cheese all day.
“Can you walk? We can sit together by the fire and eat. Come, I have a surprise for you?”
Extending his hand he helped her towards the fire. It was a chilly night but the blaze was enormous and he brought her extra blankets and fixed them around her shoulder.
“Close your eyes.”
She did as she was bid until told to open them again. Standing before her was Bess, as good as new, her legs strong with no hint of injury.
Rushing forward she embraced the old grey neck and stroke the old head.
“Bess my girl, you are well, you save me old girl and I owe you my life”
The old horse shook its head as if understanding.
“But how..? Poor old Bess was almost lame”
James only smiled and shook his head.
“My men understand the old ways, the ancient magic; one day perhaps you too?”
The mutton stew was the finest she had ever tasted and the two sat in silence as they ate. James looked wistfully into the fire and she thought she saw sadness in his eyes. It was strange but she could almost feel what he felt, think what he was thinking, and his sorrow made her feel unhappy.
“What are you thinking Sir?”
James sighed as he turned to her. The shapes and colours from the fire played as a mask across his face and for a moment he looked altogether different, like one of the ancient creatures embroidered onto the tent.
“It is my father. He is dying. We think that he does not have many days left. Our clan has been weak since his illness and we have lost most of our powers. Lord Edmond, your intended, has seized most of our lands and he has taken control of our castle. If my father dies we have no-one to replace him, to lead and restore us to our former glory.”
He looked back into the fire, his eyes almost full with tears.
“But surely if your father is the head of the Clan then you will become the rightful leader. You seemed in control of your men this morning?”
His head drooped towards his chest. “If only that were true, things are more complicated than I can explain. You would never understand.”
He turned his head and she looked deep into his eyes.
“Try me.”
There was something about this beautiful girl that he could not explain; somehow he needed to tell her everything.
“My family are ancient, perhaps the oldest family in the land. The original clan name was not McCraig but McArach, Arach being the old Gaelic word for Dragon. My great ancestors were the last of the Dragon Shifters, a great race that could shift between human and dragon form at their will. As times passed and men began to toil the land and hunt and fight, there grew a wall of fear between the old ways and the new, and mortal men began to be afraid and hate the Arach. A hundred years war raged between the Arach and the Clans of the Highlands until there was only one family of Dragon Shifters left. My people were fearsome warriors when they needed to be, but they were starved and hunted and outnumbered, until finally my great ancestors were forced to live like animals, outlawed and alone in the hills. Many thought that we had died out all together, but we managed to survive and the clan quietly strengthened and we have lived in peace ever since. Not many know of our secret, but Lord Edmond is one of those who do, his ancestors were our main enemy, and knowing we are once again weak, he has used the knowledge to take our lands and castles.”
He thought that she would be shocked and stopped to let his words sink in, but she did not stir, but looked into his eyes as if she had always known that it was so.
“But why do you not lead your men, why do you grow weak.”
James looked at her and sighed.
“It is true that I am indeed next in line to be leader of the clan when my father dies, but before I can lead the clan I must shift into my true Dragon form.”
“And, what is to stop you?”
“I must first find my true mate. She too must have Dragon blood in her veins. I had thought that...” his voice tr
ailed off and he gazed into the fire once again.
“Thought what?” her eyes were steady on his face.
His hands grasped hers as he turned to face her, a look of deep sorrow in his eyes.
“When I first saw you I was struck by your beauty, but then I felt something more. It was if I had always known you, there seemed to be some common bond between us as if we were joined by some invisible thread. My thoughts seemed to be yours. I thought perhaps that you were the one, but how can you be, you are not of my race and besides, you are betrothed to my enemy Lord Edmond.”
“I do not love Edmond, nor want to be his wife. It was a marriage of convenience only. I agreed to marry him only to save my aunt and uncle, they had looked after me from an early age and I am in their debt,”
“What happened to your parents?”
Lady Davina hesitated “I do not know, they were killed when I was but a baby. I tried to find out what happened but my aunt and uncle refused to speak of the matter and I gave up in the end. But I do know that I dream of dragons.”
James was now sitting up straight and gazing intently at Davina. There was something about the girl, the eyes, the way she looked at him, the way he felt. There had to be something.
“What were the names of your parents?”
“Isabella and Frances Drake”.
His grip on her hands tightened as he stared into her eyes.
“Drake is an old word for Dragon.”
Something in what he was saying was starting to make sense but she couldn’t be sure what it all meant.
“I remember stories of some distant cousins. Their secret was discovered and they were hunted by a group of evil men, hunted down like wild animals and killed; murdered in cold blood. There was talk of a child. A baby girl, but no-one knew what happened. It was presumed that she died too. Of course, there is only one way of knowing for sure. When I find my true mate and couple with her then I will transform into my true form, I will shift off this skin and become my inner being. I will be able to lead this clan once my father dies. I will become a true Dragon Shifter.
“So if I am your true mate you will realise your destiny, but if not, what will become of me?”
The girl was truly beautiful but he could not lie to her. “If you do not carry the Dragon blood then you will not be my true mate. I will not shift into my true form. I would carry on my search for my true mate, for the sake of my clan. Otherwise we will not survive.”
Her small hands were still clasped into his own. She could feel the blood coursing around his veins as if it were her own heart beating in his chest. Looking into his eyes she could see the flames of the fire flickering in the dark depths. She trusted her instincts, she trusted him.
When their lips met it was as if the world had exploded around them. Neither had experienced such an intense feeling of pleasure and emotion.
Wrapping her in his arms, he carried her to the tent and laid her down inside upon the blankets. He had never wanted anyone so much in his life and he burned for her. His hands reached down over her slim figure, his fingers wrapping around her soft and fleshy breasts. She gasped with delight. His touch was so different to Lord Edmonds, where she had shrunk at his touch, she now yielded to James’s soft and delicate fingers, as they probed and sought her soft curves.
He had soon moved beneath the wool and silk of the riding habit, lifting it delicately over her head and seeking her firm young body beneath.
She could feel his finger stroke downwards from her belly and towards her soft mound. She had never before been touched so intimately and so gently and the feeling caused her to shudder with pleasure. She was wet, could feel her wetness as his fingers slipped easily across the soft downy hairs and into the moist and fleshy folds of her womanhood. Kissing her belly, he slowly parted her legs with his hands and nestled his head between her legs. He could smell her musky sweetness and longed to taste her; his tongue delving into the velvety depths of her hole as her back arched and she pressed herself towards him, his tongue delving deeper and licking her until she thought she would explode with pleasure.
Now it was time for him to undress. Lifting the tunic over his head, the full and thick cock stood erect before her. His body was magnificent, hard and muscular and she ached to feel him inside her.
Pushing her back towards the floor he straddled inside her legs, holding his cock in his hands to guide it inside her. She was a virgin and he knew his manhood was exceptionally large. He would have to be gentle, but he could hardly wait to thrust his shaft deep inside her.
The head of his cock was thick and he rubbed it against her wetness to make the penetration easier. Lady Davina was breathing heavily, almost panting, desperate for him to take her, but she gasped as the head entered her and she felt her muscles contract around his thickness
Thrusting gently he inched himself inside her, stretching her tight walls and almost exploding with pleasure. But he wanted to wait, make sure he was fully inside her before he came.
At first she felt the pain, but the pleasure was so hot on its heels that she did not mind or care, her head was elsewhere. His muscular thighs thrust towards her and she joined in the rhythm until he was buried tightly inside her. Now he picked up the pace, he could not stop and his thrusts became more urgent, more passionate, his thick cock throbbing until he exploded, dripping his seed deep inside of her.
Both lay quiet for a moment. In the heat of passion they had almost forgotten all thoughts of Dragon Shifters.
Her heart hammered in her chest, unable to think of the consequences.
And then it happened.
At first James started to groan, a low moaning sound as he rolled away from her and onto his back. Stretching out his arms and pulling back his head the groaning grew steadily louder until it was almost a loud roar. As his arms spread, skin began to form between his arms and body as wings formed. The legs stretched and great hooked talons appeared where his feet had been.
She was not afraid as the skin turned into scales, and the face distorted as the huge snout and fangs appeared.
He stood before her, a magnificent beast, a beautiful dragon in all its glory.
Her Dragon, her true mate, her love.
All would be well.
The End.
Werewolf Romance
Biker Wolf’s Baby
Pushing send was the easiest thing I’d done in a long time. I sincerely hoped that getting under somebody would help me get over that scumbag ex-boyfriend of mine. The last straw came when he told me he was staying in sick one night. I had met up with some friends instead for a few drinks only to see Captain Asshole macking on some chick in Daisy Dukes.
Now, I wouldn’t have said I was proud of my actions. I dumped a top shelf whiskey drink over his head and congratulated the girl on what a great catch she found, but that was nothing compared to the hell I wanted to raise. I’m pretty sure public castration would have landed me in jail so it was better that I controlled myself.
I just didn’t understand it. I gave and gave to Stephen and for what? I got stuck with the weight of the relationship and more often than not, the tab. All he gave me were lies and twisted mind games for my trouble.
As I scrolled through the profiles on Come Play, the one-night stand app, a devilish face caught my eye. He was handsome in a rugged, outdoorsy way. His beard was dark and looked soft to touch; I could only imagine how good that would feel tickling my thighs. Amber eyes burned from under a pair of thick dark eyebrows, luring me in. And I was one willing fishy.
Scanning through his profile, I found that his name was Walker Lewis and he was in a local motorcycle club. We had a winner! Between the brooding smolder and his enthusiasm for motorcycles, I knew I had to have him. The element of mystery and the air of danger radiating from his profile picture intrigued me. I wanted to know more.
I pushed the interested button and set my phone down. Having spent so much time waiting by the phone for Stephen I’d be damned if I’d it for anyone else.
I ventured into my tiny cottage kitchen to pour myself a glass of pinot noir to help get myself in the mood. What would it be like to have sex with another man? Stephen and I had been together since high school and he was my first and only. Eight years was a long time to be with one person at that age, and I kind of regretted not venturing out to enjoy being single while I was in college. Now, at twenty-six, all my friends were getting engaged or married; two even had babies while I had been trapped in a loveless cycle of lies and emotional abuse.
Would this Walker guy be gentle? Awkward? Mind blowing? I hadn’t had an orgasm without a vibrator – or with another person – in so long I had no idea what that would even be like. The erotic possibilities were endless and really exciting.
I looked around my little two-bedroom cottage. I was so excited to get the place, especially for the price. The sunset shone through the sliding glass door and sparkled off a crystal cut vase I bought as a housewarming gift to myself. The pink light warmed the shabby state of the living space and made my new digs feel like home. Sure, it needed some TLC, but it was only a mile from the beach, charming, and Stephen had no idea where I was.
As I thumbed through paint swatches, my phone buzzed. My nerves went on high alert as I swiped in the unlock code. There he is. And he’s interested. I was nearly vibrating I was so excited.
I opened the app to find a message from Walker,
Meet me at Joker’s. 9pm. Wear a skirt.
Joker’s? The biker bar? Oh, lord was he a Wraith? Joker’s was the headquarters of the Santa Monica chapter of The Wraiths, a motorcycle club suspected of gun running and more than a few missing people. As far as I knew they didn’t have any charges or suspicions of violence against women. Put a check in the plus column, I guess.
I glanced at the clock, 7:30. A small thrill of fear ran up my spine. But coupled with that came a sense of simply not giving a shit anymore. Maybe I had been smacked upside the head with stupidity, or maybe I was tired of playing it safe. This guy was hot as hell, properly dangerous, and was only going to be a one shot deal.
