“Not to mention, none of us has ever, not once, allowed a goddamn inch of one of those Berstat bastards to fall away and contaminate the Earth’s soil or ocean.” Re’nal’s face was a study in frustration as he reminded the warriors of their success in beating back the scourge.
Hu’ang began to laugh, an unseemly sound that scored across the angry conversations exploding around the room. Voices began to still and eyes went to the visual of the laughing commander of Asian descent.
“What’s so damn humorous?”
“This shit ain’t funny, man.”
The leader of the Black squadron looked directly into the camera. “I’m sorry, my brethren. I’m sure my hilarity seems out of place in light of what the officials have told us, demanded we are to do. However, have any of us signed anything to show our agreement to their proposal?”
Ti’eron’s heart began to beat faster and his stomach tightened. Christ! He hadn’t and looked to Re’nal to see the man shaking his head, his growing grin telling its own story.
When the military deemed the Warrior Dragons as of no worth, the various national governments had no choice but to classify the group as an ‘indigenous species’ and gave them the right of ‘eminent domain’. Which basically meant each squad was awarded a hundred acres of land solely theirs to police, protect and build on. It also meant they only abided by the laws and restrictions of each country only when on that nation’s soil.
“I can see you understand my thoughts,” Hu’ang chortled. “Just because someone declares something to be true, doesn’t make it real.” The merry light in Hu’ang’s dark eyes slid away, replaced by a fierceness only a dragon-pair could claim. “We are Warrior Dragons and a nation unto ourselves!”
A heartbeat passed before a mutual, deafening roar filled every dragon heart and human throat. In the subsequent echoes, Ti’eron caught Re’nal’s mutter. “We need a fucking flag or something.”
Chapter Six
Annie?
Dammit, I’d had too little sleep in too many days and now I was hearing Ti’eron’s dragon in my dreams. I rolled over, finding a cooler spot on my pillow and slid the comforter higher on my shoulders.
Wake up, our Annie. We need to talk with you.
Vanessa’s words hadn’t left my brain in the hours after she’d spoken them, both thrilling and scaring me by turns. So much so, I had carried them into sleep.
But we do not know where you live. I can sense you nearby but cannot pinpoint your apartment.
Wait…pinpoint my what?
My eyes blinked open, settling on the bedside clock which announced it was four-thirty in red glowing numbers. Four-freaking-thirty in the morning and I was wide awake because of some stupid dream which included Ti’eron’s dumb dragon talking to me as if he was searching my neighborhood so we could ‘talk’.
My sleepy snort was cut in half by the We are not dumb but do seek you out, that slammed into my brain.
I sat up and looked to the window only covered by the sheers, the light from the corner’s street lamp a hazy beam as it shone through my thin curtains.
Seriously?
Do you want my address? My apartment number? I couldn’t believe I was talking to another being, especially one of the scaly variety, with nothing but my thoughts.
Would you mind flashing the lights next to the largest window you have?
I mentally assessed each and every window in my one bedroom place and decided the sliding glass doors just off the kitchen and leading to the world’s smallest patio would work. Pushing back the covers, I picked up my robe and slipped my feet into fluffy slippers. It may have only been a dream, but I wasn’t going into it wearing nothing but sleep-shorts and a thin camisole.
Do I just flicker them or is there a certain beat, a count I should use?
I didn’t realize until just that moment, dragons had a sense of humor. But his chortles, so deep and sounding so happy made me giggle in reply.
Just flip the lights ten times in the window you’ve selected.
That I could do.
And watch for us.
My slippers made a comforting shushing noise as I threaded in and around the furniture of my living room, making my way to the bank of switches that controlled the lights in the kitchen, the miniscule dining room and the even tinier patio. Too tired to remember which switch was which, I palmed them all, my hand rising, pausing and then falling as I turned the lights off and on.
One.
My reflection, fully captured in the mirror-like surface of the sliding glass door, showed me leaning a hip against the countertop, my hair going every which way. I shot my hand downward, plunging the two rooms and the patio into darkness while finger-combing my wild tresses into submission.
Two.
My hair somewhat under control, I studied my tidied reflection deciding I liked the shadowed vee of my girls curving beneath the neckline of my camisole and tightly belted robe. While I was showing cleavage, I considered it on the modest side.
Three.
Wow, my legs looked really long and curvy under the bright lights. That new lotion added a nice shimmer too. I detected a thumping, beating sound hovering at the far corner of my building and I automatically turned my eyes towards it although I couldn’t see shit outside. My fingers fumbled to shut the lights off before I paused and then turn them on again.
Four.
We see you!
My heart boomed in my chest as a long, scaly claw gripped the stucco of my patio’s short walls and without thinking my hand reversed its direction, plunging me back into darkness. Finally able to see outside, my eyes took in a shimmer, a shower of sparks before Ti’eron jumped from the walled ledge to the cemented floor.
I unlatched and slid open the heavy door with my heart in my throat.
Without a word of greeting, not even a sound, he took me in his arms as his mouth descended to mine.
*.*.*.*.*
After reason had finally spread throughout their ranks, and plans had been made, rejected, argued and agreed on, hours had passed. Long hours that both rejuvenated and uplifted the warriors, chasing the thought of sleep from their minds as they worked as one to comprise a response to General Brecon’s announcement.
One that would be made publicly just as soon as they decided on a Dragon Warrior who could meet the press and speak without using any socially unacceptable and not-meant-for-prime-time words. Names had been submitted but nothing had been approved when Ti’eron had decided enough was enough.
Although he’d stayed for the first round of energy drinks, the tiny bottles containing the only beverage that caused any sort of a drunken high for dragonkind, he’d limited himself to only a half-swallow knowing he still had unfinished business ahead of him. He’d clasped forearms with a very drunk Re’nal before leaving as the man sang a lusty song about a female who suspiciously sounded like the blonde Vanessa before Ti’eron took to the sky. Less than ten minutes into Ver’gren’s flight though, he realized he had no idea where Adri lived.
With his dragon’s complaints about their unknown coordinates and her continued silence in spite of Ver’gren’s mental calls, Ti’eron was just about to call it a night when he felt her light touch through his dragon’s connection. Jay-sus, even in the depths of slumber his woman sounded sweet and sexy…but, even better, willing.
The fact Ver’gren found her the same only added fuel to the fire of his already lusty thoughts. The warrior deliberately took a back seat, relaxing as his dragon and Adri worked out a plan to deliver him to where she lived.
But once he held her in his arms, when his tongue was finally tangling with hers…oh dear, sweet, baby Jesus.
His fingers zeroed in and claimed a hardened peak only covered by a thin robe and even thinner tank-top as his mouth dipped to kiss the skin their exertions exposed. Frustrated by her limited response, Ti’eron snuck his other hand lower, underneath the hem of her garment, slowly making his way over the unbelievable smoothness of her thigh, tracing its bu
rgeoning fullness until he triumphantly palmed the cotton covering her ass.
He’d dreamed of this for years! And it seemed, she’d been waiting too because as soon as the involuntary groan left his mouth, she arched her back, pressing both covered boob and butt into his hands. A move that forced his full, aching cock harder against her belly.
“Ohh, Eron,” she breathed, dropping her head to the side giving him more access to the sensitive skin at her neck.
That was all the invitation he needed and releasing his hand, he slid his forearm beneath the twin globes of her luscious ass before standing to his full height. An act forcing her to twine her legs around his waist, compelling their bodies to align, leather-covered steel to cottoned-veiled crevasse.
Without missing a beat, Ti’eron stalked forward, his movements adding delicious friction to the already heady mix. When his shins bumped against a hard piece of furniture with a clinking sound, he couldn’t resist pulling her closer as he rubbed himself between her legs.
Clinging to his shoulders, her hips curled as if seeking more contact, she mewled. “You feel so good. But this place isn’t meant for a walk in the dark.”
He smiled at her phrasing and raised his head, thrilled she’d spoken first. “You like this?”
Gazing at her wide opened eyes through dragon senses, she nodded. “Good, because it only gets better from here, even if I only get to fuck you on the floor.”
“B-better?”
Taking in her kiss-swollen mouth and half-hooded eyes, Ti’eron had never seen a more beautiful sight than Adri in the first flushes of arousal. “Gods, yeah. Do you know what I’m going to do to you? All the satisfaction I can give you?” He gripped her bottom as he thrust once, twice more against her core. “First I’m going to use my fingers to discover where that wonderful fragrance is coming from and then I’m putting my tongue there to see if it tastes as sweet as it smells.”
Her eyes went unfocused and he didn’t think she was aware of the tiny hip-thrusts she made as she pleasured herself on his throbbing prick, holding herself steady with the grip she had on his neck. “Then I gonna slide inside you, Annie, all the way into the place I’ve craved for fucking years.”
Ver’gren let out a roar that Ti’eron knew it came from his very balls. A bellow speaking of both need and anticipated satisfaction.
A mental yell that left her trembling in his arms.
*.*.*.*.*
Oh merciful god! I was dying, burning from inside out from the heat he’d started with only his tongue in my mouth. The way he kissed, his ever-moving hands and his words—ones used to create erotic images—only added gas to the blazing fire he’d created.
His tight grip released and I slid down, unwinding my legs as gravity took over. Shifting his hands, the tie of my robe let go and my garment began to move off my shoulders inch by inch while I sought to find the pathway between my chair and couch.
In the dark.
And backwards.
As the sleeves cleared my hands, I turned forward, my heart a heavy beat invading my nipples and my sleep shorts. But as I stepped away, Ti’eron didn’t let me get far.
Winding a thick arm around my waist, his hard-on bumping against my back, we moved slowly, carefully as I stepped around every table, the ottoman I used as a coffee table in the space I called a living room.
Once in the short hall, he turned me and reached for the hem of my camisole. The cool air caressing the skin he exposed, his eyes devouring every inch as the garment cleared my waist and breasts. Slowly pulling, he maneuvered my arms and then my head out the stretchy fabric before tossing it to the side as we rounded the corner to my bedroom.
My calves met my mattress and both of us stopped.
He pulled back and stared at me.
“Now’s the time to say no, baby,” he grumbled. I’d never see eyes that glowed in the dark before but his shed a soft blue light in all the shadowed corners of my room. “If you don’t want this, say so now. Because otherwise, I’m not stopping.”
I swallowed so hard it was audible and exposed my trepidation of what was to come. But I’d wanted this boy, this man since for-freaking-ever and wasn’t about to back out now.
Something of my capitulation must have showed or I nodded, murmured because the next thing I knew he was poking at me. Using two fingers between my breasts, he pushed me back into a reclining position, my knees pressed into the edge of my bed but held open by his muscled legs.
Ver’gren purred as Ti’eron looked me over, taking in every inch of me. Both the sound and his scorching eye-roam sending prickles careening, sharpening my nipples almost to the point of pain as my core wept in anticipation. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, even if all you’re wearing are shorts with ducks printed on ‘em and some kind of girlie slippers.”
Leaning over me, he braced his weight on a straightened arm and stared deeply into my eyes. “Let’s see how ready you are, okay?”
I jumped at the first brush of his fingers against my wet crotch, but welcomed the second pass with panting breath as his fingers coasted, snagging the already moistened fabric over my slick, silken folds. Pushing the material aside, he shallowly dipped a finger into my source of wetness, stroking upwards until he found my hot, thrumming pearl, circling it until he began to toy with it so earnestly my butt came off the bed.
“Like that, do you?” He dropped his eyes to his busy hand. “You’re so wet, baby. Is that for me? So sexy!”
I didn’t answer except to gasp and whimper at the yearning ache his fingers produced. My hips found a rhythm of their own, churning without my consent, instinctively providing a counterstroke to his finger flicks. An electric tension gathered between my legs, coiling deep inside me, winding tighter as he continued to fondle my tender, sensitive flesh.
But I didn’t like I wasn’t fully naked although it would expose my outer self to his gaze.
Catching either side of the waistband, I wiggled to shove the barrier between his fingers and my core away.
“Eron, I need…I need…” Maybe I used my words to distract myself from what I wanted to reveal to his all-seeing gaze. But as soon as my shorts were at my knees, he took over, skimming them over my feet and, like he’d done with my camisole, tossing them away.
My hands reached to dig into his sides as I tried to express the hunger consuming me. “Please…”
His eyes moved back up, stopping only on my naked breasts before I caught his gaze again. “Not yet, Adri. No, not quite yet. The first time I make you come, baby, I want to use my tongue.”
He pulled the hand that’d been cupping my sex away as he dropped to his knees and forced his shoulders between my spread thighs, widening them even further while ignoring my weak protests over the loss of his enjoyable hand. Once in position, his thumbs opened me even more, completely baring my cleft to his gaze. “So pretty,” he growled before tilting his head to his self-assigned task.
Was he nuzzling me? Down there?
He took in a deep, deep breath while his dragon purred so long and in such erotic anticipation, I found myself joining in. And our combined hum only got louder when Ti’eron’s mouth met my responsive, needy clit.
My chin shot to the ceiling as I clutched at the bedcovers. The tension, spiraling tighter at every caress, every pet of his hot, wet tongue scored me, creating scintillating delights that rippled along every nerve ending of my body.
My heart pounded so hard I felt its beat everywhere.
The swirl between my legs became a whirlpool, catching occasionally on shooting darts of pleasure. His hands went behind my knees, pushing them up and out while he sucked, the tip of his tongue tickling the hard button jutting from the top of my slit. That twirling feeling caught, waited as if poised on his different movements. Circling over and over before it stopped and held as a million stars exploded inside, their shattering creating more, until every single cell in my body sang in euphoria as I splintered apart.
Sagging back into the matt
ress, I heard the echo of my cry although I couldn’t remember what I’d bleated out in elation at the moment of release.
As soon as I came back to myself, my mind tried to make sense of my chaotic senses. Thoughts like: ‘What the hell was that?’ flew through my head. As well as, ‘When can he do that again?’
‘Did we pleasure you, our Annie?’ Even though he asked, Ver’gren’s smugness and self-satisfaction came through loud and clear.
Draping an arm over my eyes, I nodded as little, tinier sparks continued to remind me of the beauty Tieron had just provided. A rustling sound down by my feet had me lifting my arm, trying to see with only one eye in the dark of my room.
I saw him reflected only in the blue glow of his eyes. He stood braced, slowly unlacing his vest, his eyes feasting on every naked inch of me. While I was boneless as a puddle of mud, I could feel the tautness his body held.
I knew what he wanted, what his body craved and I tried to close my thighs in denial but they were held open by his muscled thighs. Denying the eventual outcome, I dropped my hands to either side of my head in a moment of surrender. To both him and his dragon.
And for what was about to happen.
Because he’d warned me in advance, had already told me of the pinnacles of pleasure he wanted us to experience.
Chapter Seven
He didn’t know how he was gonna survive all the beauty spread out in front of him. He shrugged off his vest, his fingers automatically reaching to unfasten his pants as his dragon-enhanced vision devoured every bare inch of her.
But it was the damp, dark curls between her opened thighs, the moment where fantasy met reality that caused him to flex, a sharp throb that allowed a bead of pre-cum to boil out of his tumescent cockhead.
His numb fingers tried to make sense of the fastening of his leathers as he watched her writhe on the sheets of her wide bed.
“Hurry, Eron,” she called on a siren’s song as old as man. “I need you.”
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