by Tia Wylder
Brakha stood coldly at us. “She is my sister, but she is also my enemy. I wish death on my enemies, but I wouldn’t wish to see my sister suffer. You shall decide wolf, I wash my hands of this. Do with her what you will, but Aveline, if I ever see you again, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
“Don’t worry brother, you won’t.”
“Go home, wolf. When my men see her with you in the hall of your castle, they will let your son go. I’ll be back in a month for my Instinct. You better have it, and she better be gone when I get there!”
We parted ways. Aveline broke free of my grasp.
“I’ll go quietly; you don’t need to pull me around like your dog. There’s nothing left for me here anyway,” she said.
I pulled out my phone and typed in a text message to one of my local contacts. I chartered a private flight back to Russia and asked him to send a car to pick us up. I slid the phone into my pocket.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?” I asked.
“Something tells me you won’t,” she said.
“You don’t know me.”
I stopped at the edge of the dock. “A car is coming to pick us up, wait here.”
I reached into my coat and pulled out a hand wrapped cigarillo. It was a concoction of various herbs that calmed my nerves and dulled the wolf senses. Smoking this recipe was the only time I felt human.
I lit the far end and took a long draw. The pungent smoke rolled down my throat, leaving a trail of fire into my lungs. I blew out the white smoke into the night air.
“Would you like some?” I asked, holding it out to her.
“You should know better than to offer someone like me Instinct,” she said.
I smiled as I took another draw. “This isn’t Instinct that only comes in a liquid form.”
“Then what is it?”
“When you’ve learned to create your own medicine, you pick up some techniques. Try some; it will calm your nerves.”
Aveline took it and took a short draw from it. She immediately started coughing. I let loose a chuckle as I took it back from her.
“That tastes like the ass of a swamp!” She shouted.
“I don’t smoke it for the taste. The car’s here.”
As the black SUV pulled up to us, I snuffed out the lit end and placed it into my coat pocket. I couldn’t risk having any of my recipes being revealed.
We climbed inside and the driver locked the doors.
“Feel free to sleep, it’s going to be a long way back,” I said.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” Aveline replied.
“Very well.”
We didn’t speak again for the rest of the trip.
Chapter Five
Brakha’s men were relieved to see us. I suspected that lions didn’t enjoy the cold very much. My son was released and I told him to go far from here. I would find him when things settled down. I took Madame Aveline down to the dungeons beneath the castle. I didn’t trust her or the doors on the cells after all these years. I placed her in the center of the cell, tied down to a chair so she couldn’t move.
I came to bring her food and untied her so she could eat. Every time she saw me she would ask questions. Mostly she would ask what I planned to do with her. I always answered the same: I don’t know.
I had no qualm with her so I didn’t see any reason to kill her. Even so, I had no guarantee if I let her go that she wouldn’t simply find another way to slow down or impede my business. So, she sat in my dungeon while I worked in my lab. Even through the thick walls, I could hear her screaming and yelling. After two weeks, she gave up and remained silent, which I was grateful for.
It was the day before Brakha would come for his Instinct; I was feeling the pressure of making a decision on what to do with her. I wouldn’t admit it to her, but I had grown fond of her presence. I didn’t know it would feel so nice to have a woman living in my halls again. Perhaps, even after a hundred years, my heart was still capable of feeling something.
I brought a tray of food and opened the gate. Aveline regarded me with her dark brown eyes as I set the tray down.
“I have a question for you,” she said.
“I still haven’t decided.”
“No, it’s not that.”
I stood up and looked at her. “Then what is it?”
“A guy like you could have any woman he wanted. Why do you live alone, in the middle of nowhere?”
“I do not seek the pleasures of the flesh. Besides, the only woman I ever loved has been gone for over a hundred years. In my time I’ve made too many enemies and been hurt too many times. This was for the best. I could still make Instinct and save our people without interference,” I said.
“Is that what you think?” Aveline asked, “That you’re helping shifters?”
“Yes, that is why I created it. To protect us from humans who would eradicate our people.”
“We are stronger than them! We can cut them down!”
She spoke with a passion and a fire that was undeniably alluring. I stepped closer to her.
“What would you have me do? This is my life, this is my business!” I said.
“You and I both know that you don’t care about the money, and there’s a part of you that wants something more than this pointless existence!” She said.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I saw the way you looked at me when we first met Sergei. There’s a part of you that knows I’m right. Why do you resist? Together we could free our people. Shifters would no longer live in fear!”
I thought back to the night we first met. The image of her naked body in my mind filled me with desire. I took another step closer to her.
“You want me to join you?” I asked.
“I want you to look into your heart and do what you know is right,”
I reached out and pressed my hand against her face. She tilted her cheek toward me. Her thick lips pressed against my skin. A rush of pleasure ran down my body like a wave. It had been so terribly long since I felt the kiss of a woman.
“Why don’t you let me give you a taste of what you’re missing? Go ahead, get undressed,” she said.
I took off my clothes and stood before her naked and bare. “Come closer, but don’t untie me just yet,” she whispered.
I stood over her and ran my hands through her silky black hair. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against me. Her tongue emerged and traced the length before she kissed the tip.
“I want to taste you,” she said.
I reached down and lifted myself into her open mouth. She eagerly took all of me in. I slid back out and let loose a long sigh. The pleasure was incredible.
“Keep going.”
I leaned forward again and pushed myself into her mouth. Her tongue swirled and slid across me. I threw my head back and felt her lips cling to me. I slowly started thrusting my hips back and forth, relishing in every moment her lips slid across my skin and her tongue danced along my length.
The pleasure was becoming too much, I was going to cum. I reached around behind her head and held her still as I started thrusting into her mouth faster.
I felt it coming, but I was too enthralled in the moment to notice that she had undone her ropes. Before I could react she was out of the chair. She pushed me down onto my back and leaped on top of me. She took the knife from the tray of food I brought her and pressed it to my neck.
“What is this? What are you doing?” I asked.
“Now you make your choice, Sergei. Either you accept what you know is right in your heart, or you refuse my offer and you die here and now. Make your choice!”
I knew she wasn’t bluffing, I could see that plainly in her eyes. She was right, but it took staring into the eyes of certain death for me to see it. Instinct wasn’t the solution; it was part of the problem.
“I accept your terms, on one condition,” I said.
“Name it.”
“You must come with me to my privat
e quarters so we can finish this conversation in a more comfortable setting.”
Aveline threw the knife away and leaned down onto me. She pressed her lips into mine and then pulled away.
“Lead the way,” she said.
Chapter Six
I followed Sergei up to the second floor of his castle and into his bedroom. I admired his body with each step he took. His shifting muscles and thick arms worked like a well-oiled machine. I needed him to free our people, but I was almost becoming fond of him. There was a quiet kindness to him that I found endearing.
We stepped into his lavish bedroom with a massive bed. It was covered in crimson sheets that shimmered like silk. I stepped inside and Sergei closed the door behind me. I felt his lips graze my neck as he softly kissed a path from my neck down to my shoulder. He unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off me. His hands effortlessly undid the clasp of my bra and he pulled down my panties with a swift motion. I was naked within seconds.
I turned around to face him. I could lose myself in those ice blue eyes of his. He pulled me to him and we kissed passionately as I backed toward the bed. When we reached the edge, he pushed me onto the soft sheets and leaned over me. I felt his hot breath against my breasts as his tongue gently slid over my nipples. His hand reached up and cupped them, gently massaging as his lips wandered down between my legs.
He pushed my legs apart and buried his head between. His tongue slid out and gently touched the boundary. A shrill shot of pleasure shot across my body as his tongue pressed against the soft flesh near the top. His breathing came in short bursts as he eagerly slid his tongue in circles and lines.
Years of experience had been kind to him. He knew just how to please a woman. I felt the pressure building as a climax approached. He showed no signs of slowing as my back arched, my legs quaked, and my body was wracked with waves of ecstasy. I screamed and clutched his jet black hair.
Before he could fully stand, I pulled him down and climbed on top of him. His hands gripped my waist as I slid him deep inside of me. I could feel his heartbeat keeping time with mine and I slid and grinded myself against him. He reached up and massaged my breasts as I furiously chased another climax.
His hands descended down my back and gripped tightly. He started thrusting to the same rhythm of my movements. I felt him thrusting deeper into me, sending out shocks of pleasure with each one. As I approached my second climax, I begged him to keep going. His gripped me tightly as my body once again exploded with ecstasy. The sounds of my screams prompted him to roar as he came inside me.
I collapsed beside him on the bed.
“I wish we could sleep Sergei, but there’s work to be done. My brother will be here tomorrow.”
“Yes, he shall, he will not find us or his Instinct,” I said.
“What are you planning?” I asked.
“I will set fire to the lab. When the flames reach the Instinct, this entire castle will be destroyed in the explosion. The secrets will die with me, and our people will finally be rid of the drug that keeps them from realizing their true destiny.”
I lay on his chest and closed my eyes. For the first time in my life, I felt hope for the future.
Chapter Seven
I stood beside Aveline in the lab that had occupied my life for centuries. I never saw a future beyond this. I had assumed I would spend whatever time was left for me on this Earth making a drug that I had convinced myself was the savior of the shifter race. As it turned out, I was wrong. It wasn’t a solution, it was a crutch. For so long we had denied our gifts and chose to live among the humans.
No more, today everything would change. Without my lab, without Instinct, shifters would be forced to embrace their animalistic sides. They would finally stop denying their destiny and instead walk proudly into the future. The scene was set; all I had to do was start the fire. There was a long fuse that led through the lab and into a cloth that sat suspended in a vat of Instinct. There was enough here to destroy any hope of the drug existing again.
“Brakha will be here soon. Light the fuse so we can leave!” Aveline said.
“I spent countless years here. I built this place with my own two hands. This is my home.”
Aveline took my head in her hands and turned me toward her.
“This isn’t your home anymore, Sergei. It’s lost everything that made it one, now it’s just a building. You can do this, I promise.”
I struck the match and lit the end of the fuse. We had just over five minutes before this place would explode. By the time Brakha arrived it would be smoking rubble. I leaned down and lit the fuse. The flame took hold and started following the path to its destiny. Now, it was time to follow my own.
Aveline and I left the castle behind and shifted into our animal forms. We ran full speed into the jungle until we were far from the castle. I spun around and watched my home explode in a ball of fire through the eyes of the dire wolf.
I looked over to Aveline who glistened in the night like a living shadow in her Black Panther form. We locked eyes and I knew I had made the right decision. She turned and ran off into the forest. I took one last look at what used to be my home and then followed her into the night.
The Dragon’s Love Affair
Chapter One
Ragnar Eriksen had lost everything to the Dragonslayers. His wife and son did not choose to be born as dragon shifters. Ragnar promised his wife and son that he would protect them, that no harm would ever come to them. That promise was broken when the Dragonslayers came and slaughtered an entire village of dragon shifters living peacefully in the Scandinavian mountains.
Ragnar and his people had been ruthlessly hunted for centuries by humans, but the Dragonslayers were different. They had the form and persona of humans, but their strength and longevity revealed that they were something different. Some say it was because they drank the blood of the dragons they killed and drew strength from the blood. Others say they are fallen gods who cannot rise to power again while the dragon shifters exist. The truth remains a mystery, for the Dragonslayers are an elusive group.
After the loss of his family, Ragnar’s people were scattered. He followed one of the wounded Dragonslayers back to a place where they met. It was a veritable fortress hidden in the Black Forest of Germany. There were hundreds of them, but Ragnar was confident that he and his fellow dragon shifters could overpower the fortress if they had the element of surprise. The Nordic ice dragons were among the most powerful of the dragon tribes. Ragnar’s icy breath tore through flesh and bone and leveled cities faster than fire ever could.
Frozen solid in the blink of an eye, Ragnar would shatter those who took everything from him. He returned to his people and pleaded with the elders to form an attack party. They told him his need for revenge would lead only to more bloodshed. They told him to mourn his family and leave the Dragonslayers to their own devices.
They have grown old and soft. Their icy hearts have melted, Ragnar thought. He would go himself then and infiltrate the fortress. He shifted into a beast of legend, with scales blacker than the night sky and cold blue eyes that reflected his frozen soul. His wings spanned far in both directions, casting an ominous shadow on the clouds below. The air was thin and crisp. The full moon above refracted across his shimmering black scales, casting him in a white glow.
Flying this close to heaven was the only time Ragnar thought he could feel the presence of his wife and son. He imagined them flying by his side, soaring above the cares and worries of the world below. Ragnar descended beneath the clouds and dived at rapid pace to avoid being spotted. He landed in a clearing and quickly shifted back to his human form.
He was naked. His human form could not withstand the icy chill of winter for long. Fortunately the fortress was close. He made his way silently through the forest until he spotted a lone guard standing watch. Ragnar circled around and approached from behind.
Ragnar wrapped his arm around the man’s throat and pulled him down. He clenched his thick bicep and pulled his forea
rm upward, cutting off the man’s air supply. He was too shocked and surprised to fight back. He lost consciousness and Ragnar slowly released him. He pondered for a long while if he should deliver a killing blow, but decided against it. He would die with the rest of them when the time was right.
Ragnar took his clothes which consisted of a suit and crimson tie with plain black slacks. He had a gun holstered at his side and a wireless communicator in his ear. Ragnar took everything and dressed himself as the guard. He made his way to the fortress and walked with a quiet confidence that he hoped would allow him to blend in.
There seemed to be an event being held within the high walls of the complex. Various humans were arriving dressed in military uniforms and decorated with medals. There were representatives from various countries. Ragnar saw all manner of different flags stitched upon the shoulders of the men entering through the main gate. Many of them walked with woman by their side. The whole scene made Ragnar think he was attending a celebration or gala instead of infiltrating the heart of his enemies.
The guards at the front gate wore the same clothing as Ragnar. They afforded him a slight nod as he passed through without issue. Ragnar breathed a sigh of relief as he melded himself into the crowd. Guards were placed at various intervals and directed the guests through the open complex. Buildings passed by on either side, holding secrets that Ragnar was determined to reveal. All in due time, he thought.
“Don’t you have something you’re supposed to be guarding?”
Ragnar turned and saw a woman dressed in a tight black dress that traced the outline of her curvaceous form. She had jet black hair and glistening emerald eyes that regarded Ragnar with a quiet curiosity.
“I’m on break,” Ragnar muttered.
“Ah, I see. Going to see this Apollo fellow then?” She asked.
Ragnar hadn’t heard that name before.
“Apollo?”
“Yeah, one of your bosses. Are you new or something?”
