Chapter 15 Fight #2
“Forgive me, Rikyava,” Bjorn says, as his golden gaze pins me from where he’s still sitting on the floor.
Honest and shaken, he blinks in confusion now as he looks up at me.
“I had every intention of making this work, because I know how much we need to. But… as we all stepped into this, I could feel Baldur’s curses like black water filling my bones.
I felt them pushing my darkest rage deep inside.
As if Bone Magic eased out of my very own bones now, dark, thanks to what the Black Dragon’s done to us through Baldur… it swept me. Furious—and fast.”
“I wanted to make this work, as well; I had every intention of doing so. As he touched you, though, and kept me from you… it was as if all that darkness infected me in our moment of rage and wrath, to fight harder.” Mikkel frowns at Bjorn now, before he looks at me, still safe in Strom’s arms. “How in seven hells are we supposed to have group sex, if all our dominant energy only makes Rikyava’s inner Bone Magic nasty, and our own darkest places resonate with Baldur’s curses, pushing us to fight more, thanks to the Black Dragon? ”
“Hmm. I may have an idea,” Strom says then, as he gives me a little squeeze. He unwinds from me, then takes me by the hand, his bright green eyes imploring me to trust him.
Strom leads us into a small circle beside the table now, as Bjorn rises to join us.
“Okay, so we’re all being pushed by the Black Dragon’s curses.
” Strom begins with a humorous chuckle, though he’s intense as he gazes around at us.
“It makes what we’re up against with figuring out our big dragon egos during group sex that much more difficult; I think we all realize that now.
We’re all adults, however; we’ve all had sex before, and each of us has done threesomes, some of us more.
I think what we need to do now, rather than just jumping into this again, is to get into our human sides, rather than our dragons, and see where things go. ”
“How do you suggest we do that?” Mikkel asks before I can.
“I believe we need to talk about what we’re feeling, and air a few things out before we jump right into this again.
” Strom’s chuckle is dire now as he lifts a blond eyebrow.
“Because this dark magic, being pushed by the Black Dragon’s curse-work, has us fighting like we’re not bonded, thanks to the things we’re not voicing.
But we are bonded; all of us to each other, though Rikyava’s power cements it.
So, let’s talk—let’s get real and dig in, airing what we’re most concerned about here.
Let’s start with the worst first: let’s go around the circle, and talk about what our biggest fears are, about all of us doing this, right now. ”
“I fear nobody’s going to get along,” I say at once, my words just tumbling right out because it still burns in my heart, thanks to the irritation I’m feeling with all my drakes.
I try to shove that feeling down, but it won’t go; like the last time my blackest nature rose and chastised Bjorn and Mikkel at Chambord, it’s like I’m feeling preemptive irritation now, thanks to the Black Dragon’s curses infecting us, as I run my hands over the back of the nearest chair, tense.
“Rikyava’s fear is valid; we’re all alphas, possessive, and more or less have history together that causes friction. That, plus the Black Dragon’s curse-work, is a potent combination for strife.” Strom smiles at me in recognition of my sharing, then looks at Mikkel. “Mikkel? What about you?”
“I fear that Bjorn is going to wallop me if I even touch her. So I have to strike first, because he might do something with his mysterious ability to amalgamate our powers that takes me out of the game. Or out of the running entirely, as a contender for Rikyava’s bed.
Something I’m really not keen on.” Mikkel growls as he flashes a look at Bjorn, though no chartreuse poison stands out on his skin now, or in his eyes.
“A wise fear.” Bjorn grumps back as he crosses his arms. There’s no love lost between him and Mikkel, though I can tell he’s trying to rein it in for my sake.
“Not helping, Bjorn.” Strom reminds him of what we’re all doing here, as he plays mediator for us, so we can figure this out and not erupt into a shitstorm again. “What are your actual fears, Bjorn? Dig deep and tell us the truth. Don’t be a dick about it.”
Bjorn stares hostilely at Strom for a moment, before heaving a deep sigh and coming unwound. As his arms uncross, I feel the gargantuan effort my First Drake is putting in here, to do this.
As we fight the Black Dragon’s curses pulling at us, pushing us into our worst natures.
“I fear…” Bjorn scowls, though his scowl is thoughtful now, rather than mad.
“That if I allow any of you to touch Rikyava, then she’s going to prefer your lovemaking to mine.
That she’ll want both of you, and Baldur, rather than me.
And not want me anymore, at all—in her bed or in her life.
Maybe even releasing me as her First Drake, because I’m just not special to her anymore. That hurts.”
My heart melts then, as Bjorn takes an enormous leap and admits his genuine fears to us, his deepest truth about why he’s so possessive of me, and possessive in general.
It makes the darkness inside me vanish. As I feel my true heart now rather than just my irritation and fear, I go to Bjorn, melted by his sharing.
In half a moment, I’m in his arms, cinching my arms around his strong waist as I gaze up at him. I feel his soft smile as he gazes down at me, petting back a lock of my hair that escaped from my braid. We kiss, slow and tender, rather than angry.
It’s everything I needed, as a big breath of relief sighs from me, at last.
“Well, that’s a good start.” Strom is pleased as he watches us. I can feel my Second Drake beam through our bond that we’ve made such progress. I glance over and give him a smile, grateful he’s here to navigate all this for us.
Because someone needs to, and I am so not that person.
“May I?” Strom moves over to us now, getting close. As Bjorn nods him in, I do also; he moulds around me from behind, leaving Bjorn at my front as we cuddle, then kiss.
Strom kisses my neck as Bjorn’s kiss takes my lips. At first, Bjorn is hesitant to be doing this in front of Mikkel. Then I feel his decision to do this firm, as he devours me more avidly.
Letting his natural dragon-heat take over, at last.
Strom, Bjorn, and I have done this before as a trio; it’s a place Bjorn is comfortable with now, as Strom kisses my neck and kneads my waist. Even as Bjorn’s and Strom’s hands touch on my waist, Bjorn doesn’t flinch. He’s getting into it now, feeling more comfortable as we heat up together.
Until Mikkel steps in, trying to touch me as well.
Bjorn growls, and it’s not a nice growl, as his all-gold drake blazes in his eyes. Though I can tell he’s trying, he and Mikkel still do not get along, as people or as dragons—and it shows.
As Mikkel gives a warning snarl in return, putting a hand on me anyway and threatening to make us go right back to where we started, I suddenly feel that all-black sensation surge up inside me again, livid.
Pushed by the Black Dragon’s curses, which haul hard at my veins now as another conflagration looms, making my wrathful irritation with my drakes deepen even further, it seems like all our progress is about to be undone.
When Strom pushes a blazing storm of eros, right through all our hearts.
“Bjorn, share. Mikkel, don’t push.” Strom is firm now, though compassionate, as he warns us all to remember what we’re doing here. His beautifully erotic magic calms our contentiousness, though I can feel us still churning beneath it, still needing to figure things out.
“I know, it’s just… him.” Bjorn gestures irately at Mikkel now, frustrated and seething with anger as his gold eyes burn.
“Fantastic. This is going nowhere.” A nasty green gleam is in Mikkel’s eyes as he opposes Bjorn, equally frustrated.
As I stand between them, I feel both their dragon-energies surging through me, battling, as they’re pushed by the Black Dragon’s curse-work.
Not only do they not like each other, but their magics are opposites; I feel Mikkel’s black drake snarl now, swiping at Bjorn with vicious talons as it surges in to take a bite.
Bjorn responds fast. Hammering a massive wave of raw power at Mikkel, and unfortunately through me too, it sends Mikkel right to his ass in the room.
As I stagger, thrust backwards into Strom’s arms.
“Bjorn!” I snap, as an utterly black sensation flares high inside me again, vicious. Strom throws up a solid wall of his magic on either side of us now—keeping Mikkel and Bjorn apart.
“He started it!” Bjorn responds with heat, not backing down anymore from my black wrath as he waves a furious hand at Mikkel. “Fucker tried to take a metaphysical bite out of me with his power.”
“Only because he can’t get his dragon’s fucking rage-cage under control,” Mikkel snarls, vicious, not holding anything back as his eyes flash chartreuse with poison again, at Bjorn.
“Mikkel, stay back.” Strom is curt now as he warns my Third Drake away, still holding his seething wall of forest green and dark maroon Bloodwinds all around us. “Bjorn needs a minute.”
“What he needs is a millennium, to get his rageful jealousy under control,” Mikkel snaps, incensed, though he doesn’t attack Bjorn again with his power.
“Alright. This isn’t working. We need to try something different. Hang on,” Strom says abruptly. As Strom dissolves his Bloodwind barrier, he takes me to Bjorn, depositing me in Bjorn’s arms. Moving over to Mikkel next, Strom nods at my Third Drake. “Mikkel. Kiss me.”
“What?” Mikkel says, as my mouth falls open, shocked at Strom’s sudden command.
“You heard me; kiss me. Now,” Strom repeats, firm as he gazes hard at Mikkel. But though we’re all surprised by Strom’s sudden change of tactic, something is moving between Strom and Mikkel now. It’s sexy, wild and contentious with heat, as Strom stares the taller man down, hard.
His dark green eyes glittering with brimstone fire, salacious.
“Just like old times, eh?” Mikkel says, as the strangest gleam comes into his black eyes now. They flare with a fiery ring of copper as eagerness seizes him.
“Just like old times. Maybe even better now, though, thanks to us being Bloodbonded,” Strom says, as he holds Mikkel’s gaze.
It’s then that something about Mikkel and Strom’s subtle contentiousness snaps into place for me.
Because it’s not contention, as they stare each other down at close quarters now and I feel both their dragons rise.
It’s the hot fight-fuck of the Blood Dragons, as the most wicked smile ever curls Mikkel’s lips.
He surges in, seizing Strom.
And kisses my Second Bloodmate for all he’s worth.