by Milana Jacks
“I beg you to let me see her.” There, I’d said it.
“Not in a million years.”
I slapped my hands on the table and leaned in, happy to see she’d leaned back. “Rose better be back here tomorrow, because I will. Something’s not right. I will find out why, who, and where.”
My stepmom snorted. “If she wanted your protection, she’d already have moved in with you. But she wants you out of her life just as much as we do.”
This woman always knew what to say.
I left the kitchen and the house and handed Rose’s pajamas to Robert with orders to search for her scent on the ground level and find the man who’d been training my sister for combat.
10
Knight
Outside of their home, my pack and I stood at the edge of the platform and patiently waited for the tube transport’s arrival. I winked at the little girl beside us when her mother rushed her inside the tube. Much to Mom’s dismay, my wolves fit in the tube with her, and I stayed behind. Then I winked at the terrified mother and they plummeted down.
I waited, then walked around the platform as black pods with tinted windows followed my every move. Their numbers kept growing while my beast instincts kept prickling. I circled the buildings on the platform, and came back to wait for the tube. The sign above the tube’s door read, “Closed for maintenance.”
I spun around and glared at the cyborgs that’d been shadowing me. “Who the fuck does maintenance in the morning when the traffic is at its peak?”
They stared back at me.
“Fine. How long does it take?”
One cyborg stepped forward. “The next shuttle is scheduled for seventeen hundred.”
So I’d stand here all day long. Behind him, the clear plasma turned pink. “You’re trapping me.”
“The Cy are interested in your species.”
“Oh, I’m interested in their species too. Let’s make an appointment and chat.”
The cyborg processed. “We will escort you to the Cy ship.” He pointed above and that was when I saw it. A large black mass hovering a few miles away in the sky. “Deal. I’ll be right up.”
“The Cy request you remain in your human form. They will send an envoy.”
“No deal.” I leapt off the platform and spread my wings, flapping them to move me away from the building and up toward the ship. I gunned for the plasma barrier, the cyborg pods on my heels, the upper level habitat alarms blaring in the distance. Almost there. The faint pink became darker and darker as I neared. I braced for impact and accelerated. Almost there.
A dove flew under me.
Clementine.
I spun around. My tail whipped through the plasma. Electric current zapped it and traveled along my spine. Jesus. It hit my nerves, and my wings nearly folded, my headache pounding. The plasma barrier pulsed around my tail and gripped it. I couldn’t fucking move. I batted my wings with fury, and the more I flapped them, the more I got zapped. I roared.
The dove landed on the building’s roof and looked right at me. She carried a flower in her beak. She dropped it as she screeched, then took flight. Wait a second. Where the hell was she going? Oh fucking hell. Clementine flapped her wings, flying toward me as fast as she could. I roared as if someone was squeezing the life out of me. Trapped, my wings batting uselessly, like a butterfly in a spider’s web, I tried swiping my tail but couldn’t, so my body kept slamming into the plasma. Every time I hit it, the plasma tried to grip me and glue my wings to it. It wouldn’t fucking let go.
Clementine landed on top of one of the fifty black pods gathered there for what purpose I didn’t know. If they thought they could trap me in my dragon form and drag me up into the Cy ship, they had another think coming.
“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted at her in my mind. Of course, she couldn’t hear me.
Clementine gave me a side-eye, the one only a bird can do, where she elongated her neck and turned her head to the side to see better with her tiny red eye.
If I wasn’t too busy pummeling at the plasma, I’d gladly use the new flogger on her ass. “Get out of here!” I roared.
“Hello?” sounded in my head.
I stilled.
My tail jerked up, the move leading my entire body, and I slammed face-first against the barrier. I hung upside down, facing the outside, cyborg pods at my back. Electrical current ran along my belly, but I didn’t care, because my vision was changing, the world coming into focus. I saw the air around me. It was thin, almost transparent, colorless and yet shaded so I could identify the wind currents, the still pockets of air, every molecule that made the Cy barrier, and the disturbance made by Clementine’s wings as she circled around me. I twisted my neck so I could take a better look at…at… Maybe I’d heard wrong.
“Knight. Knight. Can you hear me?”
“I’ll be damned. Right under my nose.”
“Oh my God, Knight, the pods are pulling out weapons. We have to go. Come on. What are you doing?”
“I’m practicing for when I turn into a bat.”
She gave me the side-eye again. “Huh?”
Behind her, in the distance, the air accumulated and gained speed. This was wind. I saw its current coming from a distance of thousands of feet. Its power fueled my beast.
Clementine screeched and searched for a place to land. “A storm is coming. Holy crap, it’s huge!”
I laughed. It came out as a roar. I hadn’t conjured up two-hundred-plus-miles-per-hour winds. It hadn’t come out of nowhere.
Clementine was panicking over my situation and riling up the storm. She’d destroy everything in her path. I surveyed the wind current coming at us. It spanned about half a mile and rose well above the habitat. If it hit, many would die. I concentrated on the bottom, the part of the path touching the ground and picking up old cars from deserted streets, ripping out roofs, and everything in its path. I let the element fill me so I could become a part of my element, embrace the force of it, and lift the wind off the ground.
I spun the gush of air, folded it like a thin piece of paper I’d folded into an airplane when I was nine, then I flung it up. On the way to the target, the wind picked up speed and glowed, sparks flying from it like a shooting star. It hit the Cy ship, the explosion making the plasma shake. The ship wobbled, and the plasma barrier turned white.
I chuckled.
Another wind current hit the barrier. Its force untangled me. I flew against the building and crashed into the structure while the winds picked up the pods and scattered them all over the sky.
Clementine had conjured hurricane-force winds. They battered the upper habitat levels, and I prayed the structures would hold. I rose above the habitat and looked around. Everything that was firmly on the ground lifted and levitated on a cushion of air as if awaiting my command.
Clementine landed on my head, her little talons clicking against my horn as she walked up and down its length. “Wow, this is amazing.”
“It is.”
“You hit the Cy ship.”
“Mm-hm.”
“You’re gonna destroy the upper level.”
“You are doing this.”
“Me? Ha! Not me, Knight. My special power is talking with mad dragons.”
“You are my spirit. That’s why you can talk to me.”
The world stilled. Everything around the habitat crashed to the ground. Even my breath ceased. “Clementine? Maybe you want to let the people breathe.”
“Holy crap. Okay.”
11
Clementine
Flying was overrated. Gliding though the air on top of a dragon was way better. In my human form, I kicked up my feet, put my hands behind my head, and played ping-pong with air bubbles as Knight slid on the air. He didn’t pump his wings. Instead, he practiced manipulating his element, making it do the work for him, making it fly his two-and-some-ton body through the sky.
On his front yard, he landed with a thud, and I scrambled to keep myself in place. No luck.
I slid off his horn, down his nose, and, right before I hit the ground, landed on something soft. An air cushion. “This will come handy,” I said and stepped off the cushion.
The ground shook as Knight backed off, then rose to his full height. He spread his wings. The white dragon had two horns that swept back and away from his face. His beak was sharp, his chin pointed with a cute frill under his jaw he often called his beard. The white coloring made him appear even larger than his sixty-one feet. His face and body were similar to that of the red dragon, but what made Knight the largest and different from all the others was his frill. It started right behind his horns and trailed all the way to the base of his tail. The frill counted in the height measurement, and it was the reason Knight was the biggest dragon of the four.
The frill made a flapping noise as Knight extended it a foot and a half above his head, clearly showing me the sharp black spikes that supported the frill at the ends. Since frills covered his ears, when he flared them out, his head appeared even bigger. Familiar with dragon vanity, I said, “You are the most magnificent beast of them all.” The dragon wanted me to see his beauty and acknowledge him as a mate.
He turned up his nose and opened his mouth, probably seeking more praise.
“Wow, look how big your teeth are.”
He grumbled.
I giggled. “And wow, look at…”
White light burst, and Knight stood there naked, his pair of cocks hard and ready. “Look at your…package.”
Those long, strong legs strode toward me, and I backed up against the door, a shiver running down my spine from being out in the cold. I swore the temperatures had dropped in the last hour. Knight wrapped his arms around me, and his ice-cold body touched mine. My breath whooshed out of my lungs. He caught it and inhaled, dragon eyes like droplets of mercury lifting at the corners. “Here be my spirit,” he said in an otherworldly voice that carried on the wind.
“Here be my sexy beast.”
Knight blinked, and his eyes turned back to brown. He pushed open the door and closed it behind us, then backed off and surveyed my body as if seeing it for the first time. I fiddled with the ends of my hair, pulling my mane over my breasts as heat crept up my face.
“I hadn’t even considered you’d be mine.”
Eeeek. I wiggled my nose. What the hell did that mean?
“How can a bird creature be a spirit?”
I shrugged, a little uncomfortable. Was he disappointed? All my insecurities surfaced the same way they’d come at me that first day of school when the teachers had separated me from my twin and made me brave the orientation all by myself. I still remembered that at break, every one of the girls in the class touched my hair and made me blink my white eyelashes, half expecting pixy dust to roll off them. The boys simply thought I was weird.
Adulthood was way better. Or so I’d thought. Looking at Knight, I couldn’t tell if he thought I was weird looking. But he kept perusing me. I stood there and waited for him to finish. It wasn’t until he licked his lips that I recognized the hunger in his eyes. I pulled back my shoulders and threw my hair behind them. “You know, dragons aren’t the only vain creatures. Doves are incredibly vain too.”
“You are not a dove. You are a spirit.”
“Then I’m a vain spirit.”
“I’m short on words at the moment. I’m having trouble deciding if I should fuck you against the door or on the floor.”
I pointed upstairs. “Or the bed.”
Knight moved on the air, a swift motion. One second, we were downstairs, the next, my back hit his bed. He took my ankles, spread my legs, and licked a trail from my ass to my pussy. He lingered on my clit and flicked my ring, eyes locked with mine. “I love that you have this.” He tugged my ring, then stuck his big tongue inside my entrance. He tongue-fucked me, lapping up my heat, then asked me to hold my ankles so he could use his hands. He pressed a palm on top of my mound while the fingers of his other hand pumped into me. I threw my head back and spread my legs wider as liquid heat pooled in my belly. He curved his fingers up, and I gasped when he started wiggling them inside me. “Oh my God,” I breathed and let go of my ankles.
He grabbed them again and scooted closer, holding them above my head. “Put one dick inside you,” he said.
I reached between us and stroked his hard length, making sure I swiped my thumb over its head often as this made Knight’s eyelids droop. I liked having his dick in my hand. I liked seeing this hard male let go, and most of all, I liked how he looked at me now. As if I were the most precious thing in the world.
Knight pushed inside as soon as I put him in my pussy. I grabbed his shoulders, and my eyes closed.
“Look at me.”
He moved inside me as if he owned my body, each stroke designed to take me higher and higher, but it wasn’t until he released my legs and pressed his chest onto mine that I felt joined with him. Knight’s body was as cold as ice. My teeth started chattering, my nipples pointed up, and inside me, his dick would freeze me.
I opened my mouth to protest but shut up when his chest rumbled in a purr. It vibrated against my clit, and instead of protesting the cold, I screamed his name.
12
Knight
The scent of my spirit filled the room. I buried my nose in Clementine’s pillow and filled my lungs. The scent of her bird creature and the orchid oil had masked the spirit’s scent, but I smelled it now, felt it in every pore of my body. It made my dragon content.
I flipped to my back and tucked my hands behind my head. I’d fuck the daylights out of her as soon as she came out of the shower. The door downstairs opened, and Clementine’s soft footsteps padded on the stairs as she climbed up. She paused at the top of the stairs, my T-shirt hiding her body. “Hi,” she said.
I patted the mattress. “Come here.”
She bit her lip, gaze on the window but then crawled into bed with me. I rolled on top of her and pecked her lips. I surveyed her face, her small nose, and wide blue-gray eyes. “How can such a petite girl carry all that power, hm?”
Clementine opened her mouth to answer me, but I growled when I smelled her arousal. I gripped my hard dick, positioned it at her entrance, and pushed inside her. A quiet moan escaped her lips, and I caught it with my mouth. Her tongue was small and soft, just like the rest of her. God, I wanted to live inside her. While our tongues danced, I moved on top of her slowly, getting my dick nice and wet, her walls warming him up. My other dick poked her ass, and Clementine lifted her bottom. She couldn’t take me back there this morning. I was pretty sure I’d fucked her pussy raw last night, and anal required some prep first.
I palmed her ass cheek and lifted, angling her a bit more so I could dive deeper into her pussy. Clementine rolled her eyes back and closed them, gripping my shoulders. Her pussy was a vise, and at this angle, my dick couldn’t go any farther. And that was okay, because I had another one ready to go and make her holes even tighter. But not today. I didn’t release Clementine’s mouth. I pumped into her faster, getting her nice and worked up, feeling her breaths and heart rate increase, and when her pussy got so wet I could hear the sloppy sounds we made, I stuck my thumb inside her asshole.
Clementine didn’t still.
She didn’t wince.
She was worked up. And that was how I wanted her.
I pumped her ass, and my spirit balled her hands into fists. “Oh my God.” She pursed her lips and winced as I moved farther inside.
“It only hurts the first time.”
She nodded because she believed me, trusted I would take care of her. And I would. With my dicks filling both her holes one day. I groaned as her pussy fluttered. I wanted to spill inside her immediately but had to make this good for her. Her ass in my palm, I squeezed and angled her body so I could fit all the way to my groin. Then I propped my body up on one hand and jerked my hips, making sure I ground my pelvis against her clit. “Look at me.”
She snapped her eyes open and blinked a few times to clear out the
fucking haze.
“Whose spirit are you?”
“Yours.”
A tightening in my chest forced words out of me as if I had no voice of my own. I heard the dragon loud and clear. “Mine.”
Clementine smiled, and we locked gazes. I plunged inside her, then withdrew almost all my length only to plunge inside her pussy again. She gasped. I liked the sound, so I did it again. I withdrew all the way to the tip of my dick and back inside. “I’m crazy about you, “ I said and tightened my jaw, trying not to come yet.
I picked up my pace. “Say you’re mine.” I slapped her ass.
She yelped, but a smile on her lips gave her away.
Well, well, well. I slapped her ass again. “Say it.”
“Yours!”
“Say it like you mean it.” The bedframe shook and hit the wall. I paid it no mind.
“I’m Knight’s spirit. Ooooo, I’m coming.”
Thank God. Because if I didn’t fill her with my cum now, I would die. I braced myself with both hands and plundered her little pussy. Clementine held on to my biceps, eyes closed, hair mussed, and I prayed she came, because I would. Her little pussy gripped my dick right before her walls fluttered, and Clementine screamed.
I released my load. It shot up inside her with force, some of it even spilling out of her pussy. Yes, indeed. If that didn’t make dragon babies, nothing would. I rested on my elbows so I didn’t crush her, but I didn’t want to pull out. I let my dick stay inside her nice, warm pussy, geared up for round two in a few minutes.
Pink colored Clementine’s cheeks, and she smiled wide. I made her happy, and I fucked her well. This pleased me. My dragon seemed sated and comfortable. I barely felt his weight in my chest.
“Your real name is Michael?”
Reality slammed into me. Only my family called me that anymore, but I tried not to ruin the moment with a woman I’d spend the rest of my life with. “Mm-hm. Who told you that?”
