Chapter 6
Medwin Smokescale
Moonscale London Under the Reign of Roster and Ferrick Moonscale
With Roster and Ferrick in Spain for a stretch of months, we planned more than ever.
Actually, ‘we’ as a group did a whole lot more than plan, but Clarence and I planned a lot.
We talked things in circles, and I made him workout with me and Volex every day.
It was inconvenient to keep our relationship a secret from the broader public but if Volex was around most people paid more attention to the giant dragon man than either of us.
Plus, most days I insisted that Clarence rent out private gym space if he wanted machines and not the equipment I had at the house.
I spent hours watching him spar and fail with Volex.
He was afraid of making too much contact in hand-to-hand combat because hitting Volex was like punching a skyscraper, if you weren’t careful.
Clarence was slowly getting better at it, but he ended each session looking like Volex used him as target practice.
If he weren’t an alpha he’d have looked like a walking punching bag, but his alpha shifter genetics cleared up the bruises and cuts before he even finished his post-workout shower.
“The good news is neither Roster nor Ferrick is as old as Volex,” I said, stepping into the gym shower with Clarence.
“The bad news is I’ve seen my carrier cast spells quicker than he does,” Clarence scowled.
“Yeah, but Ferrick loves you. It’ll slow him down. You’ll just have to use that to your advantage,” I said.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth I felt like a horrible dragon. Yet, we needed every advantage we could get when push came to shove. So, I didn’t take the words back. Clarence frowned at me but didn’t contradict what I said.
Whenever Clarence wasn’t around, Pras and I talked a lot about Ferrick.
We had little doubt that Clarence would be able to take out Roster when the time came.
His sire had built himself up as a monster when he so casually implied that it was what every alpha or ruler did.
Ferrick was another story. We both worried that he’d freeze for a moment when it came time to strike down the man who had doted on him his whole life.
Clarence and I stood under the hot water for a long, silent moment.
We’d only stolen a few intimate moments alone since the night we might have and we didn’t use most of them for getting off.
I wanted to know my alpha inside and out.
Sometimes I lay awake at night wishing I could crawl into his soul just so I knew what it felt like.
Still, seeing his naked body damp from the shower surrounded by steam hit me in all the right places – I was hard and slick and the sudden impulse to devour his mouth overtook me.
All the working out might not have allowed him to match Volex, but the muscles of his body had grown and strengthened, ever chasing after their full draconic potential.
A choked, surprised grunt escaped Clarence as I pushed him up against the shower wall.
We were alone in the empty bathroom because Volex refused to use public showers even if no one else was around.
I kissed Clarence hard, reveling in how his muscles flexed against mine.
I trailed my hands up and down his wet chest and abs, savoring each second I touched him.
I wouldn’t admit Volex was right but getting off did get Clarence out of his own mind for a while and what could I say? I enjoyed getting him there.
I wasn’t about to drop to my knees in that particular shower no matter how much the staff claimed they cleaned it.
If I wasn’t going to put my bare feet on it, I wasn’t about to risk my knees.
So a hand job it was. I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock as our tongues danced together between our hungry mouths.
So many true-mates got straight to their claiming vows and sex but our situation made that difficult.
Still, I craved him and did my best to stay in the moment whenever he was around.
I didn’t want to miss one single second of our time together.
“Medwin,” he whispered my name.
Almost everyone called me Smokey these days except for my parents, but I loved the sound of my given name tumbling off his tongue in between kisses.
I stroked him hard, squeezing and pulsing my fist up and down his thick cock as the water from the shower head rained down on us.
It didn’t take long for his breath to hitch and his dick to twitch in my hand.
I wanted to stretch the moment out, but his scent was desperate.
“It’s almost like you never take care of yourself,” I whispered and licked his cheek as I gave his dick an extra firm squeeze.
“I…” he tried but his dick trembled in my tight fist again. A second later all the proof of his pleasure was swirling down the shower drain.
“Such a pity. Those could’ve fertilized our eggs,” my dragon said but I ignored him. As long as Ferrick and Roster ruled Moonscale London, I’d not lay a single egg to carry on their family lineage.
“I—” Clarence tried again. “Not much in the mood when I’m on my own. My head’s too full.”
“You must find a balance even during war,” I said.
“Is this war?” he asked.
I shrugged and looked around. If Clarence wanted to know more about what the rest of my group was doing, this wasn’t the place.
I wasn’t positive he wanted to know about all the people close to his parents who lost their heads since they went to Spain, but I’d tell him if he pushed the subject.
This was war. Only it wasn’t the sort with grand battles out in the open.
It was all down in the quiet moments. Even now, Emmagail was in the Other World where healers were desperately trying to save her from a brain injury she sustained while taking the head of a man who carried a letter marked by Roster’s seal that pardoned him from any crime he might commit.
“Come on. Volex is waiting. We should go out for lunch.”
“Ooh, let’s hit that coffee place where Emmagail works,” Clarence said. “I think they added—”
“Actually, we’re going to Toodles. Volex made a reservation,” I said, hoping it was enough to keep him from asking questions about the barista.
***Notes from Medwin: Emmagail never did recover from her brain injury or awaken from her coma.
She faded away in the Other World, but following the exchange of power she was credited with bringing down Brighton Jalin, a man who was known for strangling his dates for fun.
The name Emma surged in popularity following her death.
She was loved by her parents, her twin sister, and everyone in our group along with her regular customers at the coffee shop. She is still sorely missed.