Dragons of Cinderhollow Bundle

by Hawke Oakley

  “We’re going to make a mess, all right,” he growled playfully.

  In the next moment, Dante had me pinned to the bed. He straddled my waist and grinned down at me with the face of a horny dragon who wanted to fuck now.

  “You look good down there,” he said, trailing his hands down my chest again. “Comfortable?”

  I wriggled my hips, feeling my cock brush against his ass. “Well, you’re sitting on my hard-on, so it’s about fifty-fifty.”

  He chuckled then sat up for a second so he could undress himself. Once his clothes were shed, he returned his attention to my body.

  “You are so handsome,” he growled affectionately. “Just... the perfect body.”

  I blushed deeply. No one had ever called me perfect before - it was especially meaningful coming from just about the hottest man on the planet.

  He hovered over my briefs. His hot breath ghosted across my cock and made me shiver.

  “Tease,” I mumbled.

  He raised a brow challengingly. “Shall I remove this obstacle, then?”

  “Please do.”

  In one clean motion, he literally ripped the briefs off my body - they were his anyway, and I got the feeling he had no qualms about their monetary value - and tossed the scraps aside. The hungry, aroused gleam in his eye made my cock twitch.

  He crawled on top of me again, straddling my thigh and licking his lips. I couldn’t help but whimper in desperation. I was painfully hard now and wanted his hands on me more than anything.

  “You look like you want something, Gabriel,” Dante growled with a coy smile.

  “I do,” I whined. “Come on, please?”

  “I want you to say it,” he commanded. “Speak, omega.”

  A shiver of pleasure shot down my spine. “Please, Dante, I want your hands on me. Touch me, please.”

  Pleased, Dante growled and instantly grabbed my cock. I gasped. His hand curled around me, sending electric shocks through my skin. I bit my lip and clenched my eyes shut. He had only just touched me and I already felt like I was going to explode. I bucked my hips shamelessly.

  Dante chuckled and asked, “You want more?”

  “Yes!” I cried.

  “Well, then… What kind of alpha would I be if I didn’t give it to you?” he mused out loud while slowly, firmly pumping my cock. Pleasure shot through me like a bullet. I moaned, throwing my forearm over my eyes.

  “Don’t cover your face,” Dante commanded. “I want to see my omega writhing in pleasure.”

  Holy fuck, I thought. I lowered my arm and gazed up at him pleadingly.

  “Does it feel good, my little wolf?” he asked.

  “Yes.” It didn't just feel good; it felt better than good. It felt fucking amazing, the best I’d ever felt in my life - but fuck if I had the capacity for words right now.

  Dante continued, his sharp burning gaze never leaving mine. With his other hand he pushed down against my hips posessively. I mewled with excitement and expectation. His fingers firmly wrapped around the base of my cock before slowly dragging up. All I could do was lay there helplessly and whimper.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered.

  It’s not like I was going anywhere. With one of his hands still wrapped around my dick, I watched him lean over to the bedside table and pull out a small bottle.

  Oh.

  “May I?” he asked with a smirk.

  I nodded. “Yes, definitely.”

  He removed his hand from my flesh for a moment - to my dismay - so he could undo the bottle cap and pour the clear liquid over his fingers. I shuddered as he pressed a cool fingertip against my entrance.

  “Don’t tense up,” Dante growled.

  “I’ll try not to.”

  He smiled. “Be a good boy for me and relax, okay?”

  I nodded, exhaled and did as he told me. When I loosened up, his finger slipped easily inside of me. I almost didn’t notice it had happened.

  “Good boy, Gabe,” he purred.

  To ease some of my tension, he continued working my hard cock. Instantly, the pleasure wormed its way through my body and I moaned again. Hot pressure was building up rapidly below my stomach, but I refused to come yet. We had barely started.

  Dante’s finger eased slowly but surely further into me. It felt strange but pleasurable at the same time. He reassured me the entire time, murmuring encouragements and telling me what a good boy I was.

  After applying more lube, he added a second finger. I clenched my teeth as my muscles tensed again but Dante noticed and he growled, “Don’t do that.”

  “Sorry,” I said.

  “Easy, my little omega,” he said more gently now, stroking my cock. “We’ll go slow. Tell me if I’m going too fast.”

  “You’re not,” I said quickly. I didn’t want him to stop.

  “Eager, aren’t you?”

  By now, his own cock was straining against my thigh. It was difficult not to notice the size of it - although I didn’t expect anything else from an alpha dragon. I swallowed hard thinking about how it was going to fit inside me.

  He began scissoring his two fingers in my ass and adding lube as necessary. I was sweating now from the pleasure and tension.

  “How is that, my dear?” Dante asked.

  I nodded. “It’s good.”

  “Shall I add another?”

  “Yes.”

  To my surprise, I barely felt him slip a third finger inside me. Was my body accommodating him? I even craned my neck to see if he really did have three fingers in there, and he did. My own slick mixed with the lube to create a slippery hole for Dante to explore. The thought of it made me shudder in anticipation.

  Dante growled and bucked his hips so that his untouched cock brushed against my thigh. “Are you ready for me?”

  I licked my lips, unable to stop staring at it. “I think so.”

  “I need a yes or a no,” Dante demanded.

  Goddamn, if that wasn’t hot. “Yes. Yes, I need it.”

  With a feral grin, Dante pulled the fingers out of me in one quick motion. I groaned at the sudden lack of pressure.

  Dante chuckled. “Don’t worry. There’s more where that came from.”

  I heard the squirt of liquid again, then gasped. Something hot and firm was pushing against my hole. I relaxed myself. Dante pressed inside. His cock stretched my entrance, making its way inside me. I tried not to squirm but I couldn’t control all the little noises escaping my lips.

  “There’s a good omega,” Dante praised. “Be good and take your alpha’s cock.”

  I shuddered. Gods, that was so hot. “Yes, I will.”

  With one hand, Dante grasped my hip and the other remained on my own cock, stroking it languidly. An unbelievable wave of pleasure wracked my body. I’d never felt anything like this. If he stopped, I might have just died.

  Dante’s cock inched further and further. It should have been painful with the way he was stretching my hole, but I felt only pleasure now. It was like my body was made for him. I moaned openly, murmuring his name, wanting as much of him as he would give me.

  “Dante,” I moaned.

  “Yes, omega?”

  I shivered. “I want you.”

  His cock slipped in deeper. “I’m right here.”

  I bit my lip, my voice shaking. “No, I mean… I want you - forever.”

  Dante paused now, dropping the dirty talk tone. Even the serious edge in his voice was sexy as hell. “Tell me what you want, Gabriel. Exactly. Anything you want.”

  “It’s… It’s going to sound stupid,” I mumbled.

  “No,” he said firmly. He tightened his grip on my skin, making me jolt to attention. “Nothing you say is stupid. Tell me now.”

  Hesitantly, I met his gaze. “I don’t know why, but ever since I met you, I want to have a baby.”

  Dante’s eyes widened slowly. “You do?”

  “Yes,” I breathed. “But I know you don’t, so - “

  “Tell me again,” Dant commanded. “If
that’s how you really feel, tell me one more time.”

  “I want to have your baby, Dante.”

  A slow smile spread across his face - smug and elated at the same time. At once, I knew he shared my feelings.

  “Okay,” he growled. “Then let’s get you pregnant.”

  I yelped as he hiked my hips closer and sunk his cock further into my slick hole. Immediately, I groaned at the spike of pleasure shooting through my body, electrifying every nerve. Dante’s rhythm picked up. He was thrusting into me seriously now, his deep amethyst eyes smoldering with passion.

  “Please cum inside me,” I begged.

  “I will,” he promised with a thick growl.

  Dante thrust into me hard. I let out a choked moan. Something expanded inside my ass - something round and hard. With rolling pleasure, I realized what it was: Dante’s knot.

  Instantly, my orgasm hit me. I moaned as I came, making a mess of my chest. Dante wasn’t too far behind - he came a moment later, filling me with his thick seed for what felt like an endless amount of time.

  We were stuck together, breathless and sweating and satisfied, until Dante’s knot finally died down and he was able to pull out.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, running his hand back through his damp hair. “That was amazing.”

  “Come here,” I ordered. I held out my arms for him. He fell into the mattress and grabbed me, nuzzling my face with a growl of affection.

  “What happened to neither of us wanting kids?” he muttered with a grin.

  I rolled my eyes. “That all went out the window when I met you. Sexy bastard.”

  “I could say the same about you,” Dante said. “The hottest omega I’ve ever seen in my damn life.”

  He playfully slapped my bare ass and I yelped.

  “Gods, I hope you’re pregnant,” he murmured, his voice genuine. “You would look even hotter with a belly bump.”

  I blushed furiously. It felt like my face was going to melt off. “Shut up.”

  “I mean it,” he insisted. “Just the thought of it is gonna make me hard again.”

  I arched a brow. “Really?”

  “Of course,” Dante growled. “I wouldn’t lie about that.”

  “Well, then…” I climbed on top of him with a smirk. “We better make sure you really fill me up, then.”

  7

  Dante

  My mate was absolutely delicious in bed - so much so that we took a few days off just to dedicate to that. It turned out that Gabriel’s heat kicked in after the first time we had sex, thanks to the power of yours truly and his dragon dick, so Gabe was basically unable to leave the house anyway.

  When the days passed and his heat finally wore off, Gabe was exhausted. His body needed a break from all the activities, which I was glad to provide. I enjoyed playing butler, bringing him food and drink in bed while he lay there like a king. Anything for my omega.

  One morning, he decided he’d had enough. He groaned and sprung out of bed.

  “Enough laying around,” he said, stretching his back. “I have to do something else or I’m gonna go shack-wacky.”

  “Can’t have that,” I said.

  Gabriel glanced at the dresser. “First things first, I think I need some clothes that actually fit me. Clothes you’re not going to tear off my body in a fit of lust.”

  I grinned. “Not making any promises, but we’ll see.”

  After getting dressed and shovelling a stack of pancakes into his mouth, I led Gabriel to the front door that exited to street level. I got the feeling he wanted to walk on his own legs and not be carried while I flew through the air.

  “I can’t get over how amazing this place is,” Gabriel murmured in awe, looking every which way.

  I puffed up my chest, feeling pride in my home. “Isn't it great?”

  I was used to these streets - and the sky, and every part of Cinderhollow - but I was still as happy to be among them as if I was seeing them for the very first time, like Gabriel was.

  The smooth stone streets were wide and spacious, and inlaid with old gemstones in a snaking pattern that guided the walker. Lining the street were shops and small, cozy apartments that some of the omegas coming from outside Cinderhollow liked from their old homes. Above our heads flew dragons and ravens, as well as other flying shifters that Gabriel hadn’t even seen yet.

  “Look,” I said to him, pointing to the sky.

  “What is that?” He squinted. “Oh! Is that a bat?”

  “Sure is.”

  He looked at me in surprise. “Wait, is it a real bat or is that someone’s shifter form?”

  “The latter.” I grinned as he gasped in awe. He reminded me of a child going to the zoo for the first time.

  “Wow. Okay, so you’re gonna have to explain this whole thing to me again,” he said. As we walked together, he linked his arm in mine. I beamed. The thought of every passer-by knowing we were a couple thrilled me in a way I never thought possible. I tightened my grip on him posessively. My omega.

  “Which thing, my little wolf?” I asked.

  He blushed at the nickname, but never told me to stop saying it, so I didn’t. “The whole… multiple shifter thing. I think Ruby said something about it on the way here but I was kind of too afraid of flying to listen properly.”

  I smiled patiently and began to explain. “As shifters, we are all shapeshifters. We can manipulate our appearance and become something else. All shifters do this. But in the very beginning, the first shifters - the ancestors of all of us - were more powerful, more creative. To survive in those harsh times, they had to be adaptable. They had to be fluid, to change to fit their surroundings. Back then, one form might not be enough. So they had multiple.” I gestured around to the ancient mountainside surrounding us. “There’s legends that the first shifters began here, in Cinderhollow. I don’t know if there’s any truth in that, but I’d damn well believe it.”

  “So why can’t other shifters do that anymore?” Gabriel asked.

  I shrugged. “They lost the ability. I don’t know how or why. It’s been a long time since then. My best guess is that each species found their niche and stuck to it. Wolves found the forests and snow, the big cats found the jungles and rainforests, and the birds found the sky. Why waste time and energy sustaining something you don’t need?”

  “I guess that’s true,” Gabriel murmured. “It just seems like a waste.” He stared off into nothing, his mind lost in thought all of a sudden. I noticed it immediately.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, squeezing his shoulder.

  “Nothing, I was just thinking…” He sighed. “If all shifters could still do that - have multiple forms - it would be so easy for my old pack to get out of their situation.”

  I frowned in sympathy. “Stoneheart pack?”

  “Yeah. They could all just turn into birds or dragons and fly away.”

  “Well, as far as I know, the only dragons are here in Cinderhollow,” I said, “but birds would definitely work, too. Hell, bats, too.”

  He cracked a small smile at my joke, but didn’t laugh. I didn’t want Gabriel to be upset over what he left behind. I pulled him closer and kissed the top of his head.

  “Come on. I have someone to introduce you to,” I said.

  “You do?”

  “Of course. Haven’t you wondered where I’ve been taking you?”

  Gabriel looked curious now. “Where?”

  “We’re already here,” I said, stopping in front of a store with a - tacky but admittedly charming - blue-green neon sign.

  Gabriel read the sign. “Ryu’s Magic School?”

  “Yep. Get ready for a load of this guy,” I muttered as I pushed in the door. As soon as the greeting bell went off, a teal dragon’s head appeared behind the front desk. Long cream whiskers flowed from his snout and a pair of long white horns jutted out from his head. As soon as he saw me, he leapt onto the counter, his three-clawed hands gripping the granite and flashed me a toothy grin.

  “Dan
te? Is that you?”

  I opened my arms. “Get over here, you big snake lug.”

  Instantly Ryu darted towards me, his long serpentine body uncoiling and lunging at me like a spring. Gabriel yelped in surprise as he watched the eastern dragon barrel into me. Just before his body collided with mine, he transformed. Where the snake-like dragon was a moment earlier, a man stood. His smooth black hair and kind dark eyes hadn’t changed a bit since the last time I saw him.

  Ryu slapped me on the back as we pulled away from our hug.

  “I haven’t seen you in ages and you just decide to show up one day when you need my help, huh? Typical Dante.” Then he turned to Gabriel and bowed to him respectfully. “But first, I should say hello to you. Gabriel Brooks of Drakinus, I think it is?”

  Gabe sputtered, his jaw dropping. “H-how did you know my name?”

  Ryu and I both laughed.

  “Gabe, this is my friend Ryu,” I said. “He’s my buddy from magic college.”

  My mate looked back and forth between us, then cried, “There’s a magic college!?”

  “I think we should explain everything to this poor wolf over tea,” Ryu suggested.

  He ushered us to the back room where we sat on the ground around a low table. Ryu joined us, and produced a ceramic teapot from around the corner. I watched the teapot slowly come out of the kitchen. Gabe’s eyes practically popped out of his head.

  “How did you do that?” Gabe asked.

  Ryu grinned. “Did you miss the sign outside? It’s magic. Levitation, to be precise.” He held out the pot out to me. “If you would be so kind.”

  I exhaled a breath of flame and doused the pot in it. When it was heated, Ryu placed it on a metal grate on the table.

  “The fire, I understand,” Gabe said, squinting in confusion. He asked Ryu, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but why couldn't you do it yourself?”

  “I’m a different kind of dragon,” Ryu explained. “My affinity is water, not fire.” He grinned. “Besides, I like to watch Dante spew fire like a circus clown.”

  “Hey!”

  “Kidding. Sort of.”