3. Andreas
ANDREAS
It didn’t make any fucking sense.
Humans weren’t soft and sweet, they were killers. Especially humans who dressed in armor and carried swords. Most especially humans with red hair.
And yet, this one had gone immediately from regaining his bearings, to offering to kill someone for us, to . . . offering up his body.
And the whole lot of them had taken him up on it.
Hell, Harri seemed to like him personally. Considering how much Harri disliked humans in general, it didn’t make any damned sense. And yet, he’d jumped right in, splaying the human across the table and licking him open, then fucking him into . . . well, not into submission.
The man had submitted instantly without need of a fucking, as though the submission came naturally to him.
The fucking had just made it worse. It had reduced him to a panting mess who simply did as ordered, spreading his legs for everyone in turn, taking every position he was ordered to.
Not even flinching when Gareth twisted him into a pretzel, his hands behind him and head wrenched back by his hair.
If anything, he’d seemed to enjoy the hair pulling.
The submission—that was why I was marginally in charge of our little group in fact.
It was a normal trait in a male dragon. We all submitted when faced with one who carried more authority than ourselves.
But I’d never submitted to anyone but my sister, so with her death, I’d been the one of us who didn’t have any interest in continuing to follow orders.
Humans had never been the same as us. Humans, particularly male ones, had always seemed belligerent to me. It was even more odd, given that, the fact that dragons had wanted to enslave them.
Caging a creature who was so naturally independent was ridiculous.
Better to cage Bran, who was the likeliest among us to hear an order and immediately comply, without a single thought of rebellion. I doubted he would even notice, if I was being honest. It was anathema to me, but he was happy that way, so who was I to question what he wanted?
And this human seemed very much like Bran, which was . . . well, it was impossible. I’d lived my earliest years among dragons and humans, and never once had I met one like this.
On the other hand, perhaps they had changed. It had been over a hundred years since I’d lived near humans, so perhaps freedom had, in an ironic way, allowed them more space to be submissive. It was different when the submission was your choice, and not forced.
And as Harri pulled the human over to the edge of the table, whispering that he should simply rest, I could see it.
It was a suggestion, not an order. Even more, given the way his whole body went lax against the table, I suspected it wasn’t a suggestion he’d ever gotten before in his life.
As he lay there, limp, breathing deep and eyes closed, Harri took him again. Was it the third time for the night?
The third time for Harri.
The human? Frankly, he’d taken more cock over the course of the evening than I’d have believed a soft little human was capable of taking.
His legs dangled over the edge of the table, jolting slightly every time Harri thrust into him, little slapping sounds of skin on skin the only ones he was making.
Bran had gone hunting for dinner, and I suspected that when he came back, he’d want another go as well.
His blood was always up after a hunt, and frankly, he was the best among us at catching big game.
He’d once come back with one of the enormous black and white creatures that swam in groups near the shore and hunted seals.
We’d eaten well that week.
When he returned that night with a huge bumpy fish that weighed more than any of us in two-legged form—maybe any two of us—I thought perhaps bringing the human back to camp had been worth it. None of us had been inspired to bring back such impressive game in a long time.
He was quite proud of himself, and more than a little disappointed when the human could barely be roused to look at his catch.
Gareth patted Bran on the back as they took the fish to prepare it for the fire. “Excellent work. I’m sure he’ll appreciate eating well, even if we’ve tired him out too much to think.”
“Mmm?” the human half-asked, as he roused, Harri still fucking him.
“Bran caught a fish,” Harri explained, not slowing his thrusts at all. “He wanted you to see it.”
The human gave a sleepy smile, bringing his arms up under his head. “I like fish.”
Incredible.
Harri . . . Harri smiled back. Then he leaned down and kissed the human on the cheek.
A stab of worry hit me in the gut then. What if Harri got attached to him? What if he thought to bring him into the clan by mating him? Could a human and a dragon even truly mate? It was unheard of. It was . . .
The only way any of us would ever mate, in all likelihood.
Our kind were gone from these lands. There were rumors of dragons still living in the mountains, but we were mostly in hiding for a reason. If the humans knew where to find dragons, they came and killed us.
I looked back at Harri, still fucking the human across our table.
The human with a satisfied little smile on his face, even as he fell asleep while Harri fucked into him, entirely focused again on the place where their bodies merged.
He let out a groan and stilled, clearly once more filling the human up, and I . . . I turned and stalked away.
I had to check on my sister’s egg.
I was not jealous.