Chapter 2
Medwin Smokescale
Moonscale London Under the Reign of Roster and Ferrick Moonscale
The future leader of the biggest Earthside dragon flight was licking the head of my dick and sucking off the precum that had formed there since he took off my thong with his teeth.
If that wasn’t power, I didn’t know what was.
Inside his inner sanctum, my dragon let out a long mechanical-sounding purr, and I let some of the tension out of my shoulders.
If Clarence was going to try any funny business, surely, he’d have tried it by now.
As soon as his scent hit my nose, down on the busy street, I shut all my links tight.
Sure, those in my little friend group knew I was taking Clarence Moonscale home with me, but they didn’t know why.
They didn’t need to know until everything was set into motion.
They probably thought I planned to kill him and that was just as well.
Things were complicated before. Assassinating the leader of a dragon flight for taking from the bodies of his own dragons was complicated enough.
We planned to off the whole lot and let the dice fall where they would because if a society fell down when you killed off a rapist maybe the society didn’t deserve to exist. Now, it didn’t have to fall.
Clarence didn’t smell like Roster and his cronies.
There was a scent that clung to their scales and skin after they molested somebody.
It was as if they warned away omegas or maybe our nose just picked up some secret clues.
Maybe I could take this na?ve dragon licking up and down my shaft like a starving man and turn him into a leader worthy of the Moonscale Dragon Flight.
Maybe that was our chosen mission this time around.
Hell, maybe it was assigned to us. No one knew how things worked in between lifetimes.
I already loved Clarence Moonscale for better or worse.
Everything inside me called out for more and more of him but there was a limit to how much I could give him tonight for both of our safeties.
I’d have to be the strong one. I’d have to draw the lines and defend them.
Our lives and the lives of our future children depended on it.
The whole flight depended on what we did together and the timing of how everything unfolded.
I wouldn’t let them down. I wouldn’t allow Clarence to falter either.
He was more than an heir now. He was my true-mate, and I’d hold him to the same level of honor I held myself to.
If you lead without honor, you lead everyone straight to the Pit and when I finally faced Frost and Juda and all the ancestors – I didn’t need pomp and ceremony, but I didn’t want to see disappointment in their eyes.
When I remembered the whole of who I was I didn’t want to curse the name I bore in this lifetime.
If we let ourselves down, how will we sleep with ourselves when all we are now turns to dust and we have only our own soul for company?
Slowly my thoughts faded away. I hated letting my guard down.
Usually, I never did. Not during hookups.
Not while I was alone. To let your guard down was to perish from stupidity.
Only, I trusted Clarence. I trusted him at the very least to fight by my side if we were attacked while he was on his knees, sucking me deeper and deeper into his throat.
Frost above me! This man could suck a dick!
I prayed to all my horny ancestors that every magazine was right and an alpha who could suck a dick was a worthy mate.
I thrust my hips slowly, rubbing over his nimble, giving tongue, and met his gaze.
He had beautiful deep eyes that I could’ve fallen into over and over again.
His big hands had rubbed up and down my thighs before traveling over my hips to grip my ass.
I couldn’t be mad. A few minutes ago, I’d told him I wanted his face buried between my cheeks.
His hands were warm and softer than I expected.
I rested mine on the back of his neck and let go of the last of my guard as everything inside me shuddered.
My dick trembled against his tongue, and I tossed my head back.
I swallowed down the draconic roar that threatened to tear from my throat.
Sure, the walls were supposed to be soundproofed but the world didn’t need to know their future leader was on his knees servicing his mate.
Some things were no one’s business. Head was one of those things.
If it’s not your genitals and you’re not the one sucking on someone else’s, it really was an occasion to mind your own Frost-damned business.
I thrust faster into Clarence’s warm, welcoming mouth.
This dragon was mine. My guy. My alpha. Mine.
Clarence Moonscale was mine and I’d see him overthrow his parents and lead these dragons into a destiny none of them ever imagined.
Then he’d come home to me every night. We’d make love, build nests, and have tons of hatchlings running around when the time was right.
“Mine. Mine! Mine! MINE!” my dragon purred over and over again into my thoughts as Clarence sucked the pleasure out of me. With a mighty tremble, my warm, sticky pleasure spilled all over his eager tongue and he drank it down. Clarence Moonscale was mine.
***Notes from Clarence: Had I known exactly who his friends were that night the yearning of the next few years might’ve been avoided all together.
I had a lot more to say here but Medwin insists that we do this in a linear fashion.
So, if you’re on tenterhooks about who he was aligned with, don’t blame me.
***Notes from Medwin: My friends were not important to what happened in the apartment that night.
They were busy with other things and everyone reading this will find out what that was soon.
We’re lucky they agreed to be mentioned at all.
They too want Ferrick Moonscale’s reign to end for good and forever.