Dragon Lords Blood Contract

by Rylee Winters

  I bit my bottom lip. “Maybe this isn’t such a great idea afterall…I mean, you’re still injured…” I said softly, looking worriedly over at his wound.

  The instant the words left my mouth, Drake’s narrowed his eyes at me, pursing his lips. Then, before I could say another word, he tightened his arm around my waist, and rolled me onto my back, straddling my hips on both sides, taking me completely by surprise.

  Peering down at me, he smirked, taking pleasure in witnessing the astonishment on my face.

  My breathe caught in my throat…he was ridiculously good-looking, and a truly magnificent specimen of a man.

  “No more ifs, buts, or maybes. I don’t want to hear any more excuses,” Drake growled, his deep and husky voice doing all manner of strange things to my insides. His dark gaze glittered as he stared down at me, and I yielded myself to him when his eyes roamed down, taking in the soft contours of my body.

  Capturing my wrists in his hand, he pinned them down above my head. Then, bending down, he captured my lips in a fiery kiss. I sighed in pleasure as one of his hands slid underneath the bottom of my shirt, the slight callouses on his skin making me shiver. He glided his fingers over my bare skin, heating it and sending my body into flames of desire.

  Breaking the kiss, his mouth moved down along my jawline, trailing a blaze of kisses down my bare neck. My heart rate spiked up, drumming like crazy, and I started to pant, barely able to restrain my need.

  I felt my shirt being pulled up, then a hand was tugging the right cup of my bra away to one side. The cold air hit my nipple, and I gasped as I felt the heat from Drake’s fingers rubbing and tweaking the hard nub, making me wild.

  I moaned, louder this time, and felt myself get even wetter in between my legs. Then, Drake’s mouth was on my breast, his tongue sucking and licking my nipple as he released my wrists and brought his other hand down to massage my other breast.

  The pleasure was insane and I arched my back desperately towards him, my hands grasping the back of his head, tangling inside his hair as I pressed his mouth harder against my breast, consumed with lust and the desire for pleasure.

  “P-p-please don’t stop…” I stuttered, my body writhing uncontrollably beneath Drake’s skilful touch. Drake’s hand slipped behind my back, as he expertly undid the clasp of my bra and slipped it off. But it still wasn’t enough…

  With my hands now free, I hurriedly pulled my top off, wanting to feel Drake’s bare flesh against my own. Drake groaned as he saw my naked form, now completely free of my top.

  My hands grabbed the flesh of his muscular back, nails trailing down his deliciously smooth skin, as his hands fumbled with the button and zipper of my skinny jeans. Once undone, he hastily tugged them off, revealing my black lacy panties underneath.

  I blushed. Drake leaned forward, spreading my legs apart. Then lowering himself down, he placed his head right between my thighs. Pulling my panties to one side, he pressed his mouth against my wet mound, and his tongue began licking my pussy in deep, long strokes.

  I cried out, twisting in pleasure, as Drake used his thumb to rub my clit, flicking the sensitive nub and making me scream. I felt the pressure inside me building into a crescendo. Sensing how close I was to peaking, Drake shoved a long, thick finger into my pussy, and began stroking the inside of my velvety warmth. A short moment later, I was crying out as I exploded into an orgasm.

  As waves and waves of pleasure washed over me, making my body jerk uncontrollably, Drake continued to lick and suck my clit, taking pleasure in lapping up my sweet juices.

  Finally surfacing, he wiped his wet, glistening lips with the back of his hands. “Baby…you taste so good,” he said in a low, hoarse whisper.

  I grinned, and grabbing his face with my hands, I pulled him up towards me for a kiss. “Take off you pants,” I panted. “I need to feel you inside me.”

  My words seemed to flame Drake’s desire, as his eyes took on a hungry, almost feral look.

  With an impressive swiftness, he kicked off his pants, revealing tight briefs. He pulled them off and tossed them aside. Now, he was completely naked. Towering over me, he was all sweat and man, his impressive, thick member standing hard, and at attention.

  My fingers reached out, stroking his big, hard shaft, and he closed his eyes letting out a deep moan. Closing my hands over his cock, I began pulling back and forth…

  Drake made a guttural animal sound, and he lowered himself onto his elbows, covering me beneath his body. He seemed to be completely unaware or immune to the pain of his injury, lost in a twirling mist of lust and desire.

  Grabbing my wrist, he pulled my hand away from his cock. “You’re killing me…” he groaned, his face straining as he tried to maintain some measure of control. Then, dropping his gaze down to my underwear, he grabbed the waistband of my panties, and tore them straight off.

  “I want you inside me. Now.” I gasped out, desperation dripping from my voice, my core slick with need.

  “Say, please.” Drake’s husky voice teased, stroking my pussy with his fingers. “I want you to beg.”

  Biting down on my lip, I let out another moan as I felt Drake push his finger inside me, then pull out.

  “Please,” I begged, my voice a desperate rasp. “Fuck me.”

  Drake reached over to the drawer of his bedside dresser, and pulled out a foiled packet. Tearing it open, he rolled the condom over his hard length, before lowering his head right next to my ear, and making me a promise. “I’m going to take you, Jasmine…first sweet and slow…and then when you’re just about to peak, I’m going to fuck you so incredibly hard, baby, you’re going to see stars...”

  I almost came right there and then.

  One of Drake’s hand firmly grabbed my ass, tilting it up, and before long, he was positioning himself directly at my entrance. I let out a cry as Drake penetrated me with his shaft in one, swift thrust.

  I moaned, feeling Drake fill me with his enormous length, and he held himself still, waiting for me to adjust, the muscles of his body going completely taut from the effort of restraining himself. He squeezed his eyes shut as a shudder ran through his body, and he fought for self-control.

  Desire pulsed inside my core, and with impatience, I ground myself against his pelvis, pushing against his member, encouraging him to move. Drake’s eyes snapped open, feral and hungry.

  He growled as he pulled his shaft out to the tip and slammed it back in, making me mewl in response. He thrust into me, in and out, at a tantalizing slow pace, driving me absolutely crazy.

  “Faster…” I moaned, tilting my head back and arching, as my hands clutched the sheets on either side in ecstasy. “Harder…please…”

  Drake smirked. That was all he needed to hear. Grabbing both my ass cheeks with his big palms, he slammed into me, increasing his speed, taking all of me…

  I panted, moaning, feeling the pleasure building up inside my core…it was too much…yet not enough.

  In the fog of my pleasure, I vaguely seemed to register the skin on my wrist heating up with an unexpected warmth. My awareness grew as tingling shocks started to emanate from the area, and I turned my head, spying the red bracelet Lupin had given me adorned there.

  I’d almost forgotten I was wearing it. Was it pulsating? The thought brushed past my mind, but only lasted a second, as I felt Drake moving, slamming harder and harder into me. He was close. I could sense it.

  “What the hell was that…” he panted, his head snapping forward, eyes widening, as he jerked to an abrupt stop, mid-thrust. A look of confusion marred his face.

  I pushed out a groan of protest. “Please, don’t stop…” I murmured desperately.

  “But I felt some – ” he cut-off, groaning as I clamped my walls down on his shaft…he forgot the rest of what he was going to say. With a growl, he resumed stroking inside me.

  Muscles bulging, and straining, he pumped inside me harder and harder and tried to hold himself back to prolong the pleasure. He was getting so damn clos
e now…

  I rose to the crest of the wave, and let out a loud cry as I climaxed… Mine. Mine. “Mine!” Drake’s voice roared in unison with the inside of my own, dominating and possessive, and completely unapologetic. Waves of pleasure rolled over me, while Drake slammed into me with one last, final thrust, peaking, throwing his head back and letting out a roar as his whole body stilled.

  A strange warm energy shot from my wrist, searing across my chest, entwining my magical signature with Drake’s. This time, I was certain it wasn’t just my imagination.

  “What…” I gasped, jerking partially up, but fell back again under the weight of Drake’s body on top of mine.

  “You…d-did…did you just bind me?” Drake’s voice sounded horrified, his face turning a ghastly shade of white.

  “Wh-hat,” I stammered, eyes rounding in shock and confusion. “How can that be possible?” I said, bringing my wrist to my face, eyeing the red bracelet Lupin had given me with a growing suspicion.”

  “…What’s that?” Drake asked sharply, his eyes catching the object.

  “The bracelet your uncle Lupin gave me…I haven’t been able to get it off.

  “Uncle Lupin gave you a mate bonding bracelet?” Drake blurted out. Now it was my turn to turn an ugly shade of white.

  “W-what do you mean?” I stuttered, feeling my whole world slowly being tipped upside down.

  Drake groaned, rolling off me, as he lay back on the bed next to me, covering his face with his hands, lamenting something I couldn’t quite understand.

  “Drake…what’s going on? I don’t understand…” Pushing myself up on my elbows, I looked over at his immobile form.

  Sliding his hands off his face, he looked at me in wonder. “Do you really not know?” he asked, and I shook my head firmly, trying to hold back the dread I had building inside.

  “Lupin just made me put this bracelet, saying it would help me find true love…” I swallowed, worriedly twisting my wrist.

  Drake shot up, grabbing me by the forearm. “It’s not broken…!” he exclaimed, shocked, examining the string bracelet still attached around my wrist. He looked at me excitedly. “It hasn’t fallen off.”

  “Is it supposed to?” I blurted out, feeling more confused than ever.

  Drake nodded. “If it’s a mate bonding bracelet; then yes. Once you’ve sealed your bond with your fated mate – or true love as humans like to call it – the bracelet is supposed to fall off.”

  I nodded slowly, processing his words. “Then, does that mean I didn’t bind you to me, afterall?”

  Drake shook his head, sounding uncertain. “I’m not sure...this is a weird case. I mean, for one thing – I definitely felt some sort of sealing magic back there…when, you know…” he coughed awkwardly, blushing a little. “But then, I don’t know why the bracelet didn’t break...we’ll have to ask Lupin about it…”

  Before he could continue, there was a loud knocking at the door. Conversation stopped, and both our heads whipped up and turned towards the sound in unison.

  “Open up Drake. I know you’re in there!” Ethan’s voice bellowed from the other other side.

  “Shit – ” Drake bolted to his feet and hastily started throwing his clothes back on. Picking up my jeans and white top from the floor, he tossed them at me. “Hurry!” he whispered, as I sat there, frozen in shock. “You’ve got to hide.”

  His words snapped me out of my daze, spurring me into action.

  Snatching up my clothes, I swiftly got dressed and dashed towards Drake’s bathroom, locking the door swiftly with a soft click.

  Leaning heavily against the panel of the door, I placed a hand over my pounding heart, as I tried to catch my breath, wishing for my heart rate to slow down. I heard a soft creak as Drake opened the door, and I held my breath, silently pressing my ear to the timber, trying to listen in.

  “Why the hell did you come home by yourself without waiting for the rest of us?” I heard Ethan ask, sounding extremely irritated. “Where have you been? Playing hooky again?”

  “No. I was tired so I came home first,” Drake answered calmly. “Give me a break…you know I can’t stand those clan meetings. Everyone acts so damn pretentious.”

  “So, you think that excuses you?” Ethan asked, letting out a snort.

  There was a pause, and for a short while I only heard silence.

  “…What? Is your only response to shrug your shoulders?” Ethan scolded.

  “Futhermore…what is that smell?” I heard him as he started loudly sniffing the air. His tone became disapproving. “Have you been having – ”

  “Ethan – ” Drake cut him off hastily, stopping him from finishing his thought. “What do you actually want? I’m sure you had other reasons for coming here, apart from telling me off for not going home with you.”

  A brief moment passed, where all I could hear was the sound of Ethan’s rumbling displeasure. “Uncle Lupin’s sent a message to us via one of his eagles,” Ethan advised, finally relenting. “He’s cracked the seal on the scroll and is telling you to go with Jasmine to pick it up.”

  “Okay. Give me five minutes,” Drake responded, and there was a shuffle as he tried to close the door in Ethan’s face.

  “Fine…but you better hurry. You still need to find Jasmine. We couldn’t find her anywhere after the meeting, and she’s not in her room…”

  “Leave it with me,” Drake responded. “I’ve got it covered.” I felt a sound of relief as I finally heard the bedroom door shut close with a soft bang.

  I opened the bathroom door a crack and peeked through the gap, checking the coast was clear outside. It was.

  Pulling the door open wider, I quickly strode out. “Well, that was close,” I commented, breathing out a sigh of relief as I stopped in the middle of the room, allowing my gaze to settle on Drake.

  He stood with his back against the wall close by the door, looking completely drained – like he’d just survived a round of interrogations with the Spanish inquisition. “Yes…way too close,” he said after a moment’s pause. “Ethan, and the others…you know, they can’t find out about this…”

  About us he means. My expression faltered briefly, before I forced out a tight smile. “Yeah, I know…”

  Drake nodded, glad to see that I understood. “Come on…we better make our way to Uncle Lupin’s.”

  Pushing himself off the wall, he made his way swiftly around his room, packing a small bag with spare clothes.

  I stood to the side, watching him sadly…the knots in my stomach churning my gut in an unpleasant feeling every so often. He’s right. What happened was just a temporary thing. A brief fling. Nothing can come from this…

  Afterall, Drake was a prince of dragons…someone with status, wealth and power. I was just someone who his brother had hired to help his family – an employee…nothing more, nothing less…

  But even thought I knew I had nothing to offer him; no money, connections, or a way to get the crown; it still hurt to hear the truth…

  I knew exactly what he’d been thinking as he’d cautioned me not to say anything…

  His face, sadly, had said it all.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Jasmine

  Drake’s massive dragon body landed in the familiar grassy clearing with a heavy thump, and I dismounted off his back with more ease compared to the first time I’d ridden him.

  I turned to look at him, waiting for him to transform back to his human form. Within a few blinks of the eye, he was done. I handed him his clothes so he could get dressed.

  It still amazed me, watching him do this…turning from this colossal creature one moment, and then into this smaller – albeit large by human standards – human man the next.

  He started walking over to me, a hand lightly squeezing his left shoulder where his injury was. It must hurt…especially after the flight.

  I watched silently as he rolled his shoulder a few times, trying to ease the pain.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I p
ushed out a sigh. “I told you not to come,” I said, still annoyed he’d chosen to ignore my advice. “It would’ve been better for one of your brother’s to get the scroll instead. You’re still injured.”

  “I’m fine,” he said stubbornly. “Please, quit nagging.”

  I pursed my lips, unwilling to let it go. “Why didn’t you let me tell your brothers you were hurt? It’s clear the flight here wasn’t easy for you, with your wound,” I pestered him.

  “Just drop it, okay?” He sighed, clearly trying to avoid the subject. “It’s not important.”

  “No,” I said, stopping in my tracks and folding my arms, taking a stand. “If you don’t tell me, I’m not moving another step.”

  Drake halted, turning around to look at me, and saw that I was dead serious. “Of all the women in the world…” he muttered softly, shaking his head and scrubbing a hand roughly over his face. He sighed. “If I tell you this, will you stop nagging me?” he asked.

  My lips quirked up into a smile. “Naturally.”

  “Fine, then – but only because I’m desperate for peace and quiet. Do. Not. Repeat. This. To. Anyone. Else. Got it? And don’t ever bring this up again either.”

  Raising my hand to touch two fingers to my right temple, I gave him a firm salute. “Scout’s honor."

  Drake responded by rolling his eyes at me. But true to his word, he did tell me. I watched as he took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “So…,” he began haltingly, “I don’t like people thinking I’m weak...and that’s why I didn’t want you to tell my brothers.”

  I started back in surprise. Eyes wide, I scanned his face, looking for a clue to indicate I’d heard incorrectly, but his miserable face told me more than what I needed to know.

  “You’re not kidding me, are you?” I asked him, completely dismayed. “Who the hell would think that? J-just – just look at you…” I gestured with my hand at his massive, powerful frame. “You could nuke an entire army with the level of magic you have.”