Chapter 4 Royal Guardian Protector
Royal Guardian Protector
Krispin
I woke up slowly, Ben still pressed against me.
Through the night we had sex five more times.
The heat was dissipating. I didn't feel the all-consuming need to take him again.
I sat there and looked my fill at my sleeping mate.
I loved his long, dark blond hair and tan skin.
He had a tight, medium-framed body, a swimmer's build.
I looked down his body to his nicely defined chest and abs.
I went down further and stopped just above his groin.
There was a slight, subtle mark that was the size of a quarter, and it looked like a tiny tattoo of a faded dragon—the conception mark.
My mate was pregnant, and I was thrilled.
After these many years alone, I had a mate and I was going to be a father.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Ben looking at me.
"I don't feel so horny and hot. Do you think the heat is over?" he asked.
I nodded, "Yes, I don't feel the strong need and heat either."
We lay there looking at each other for a minute. Then he smiled at me. "Are you really five thousand years old? Because I have to tell you, you are robbing the cradle with me being a hundred and three."
I laughed loudly and smiled brightly at him. "Yes, I’m a little over five thousand, and have been waiting for you for a very, very long time. I truly hope you like older men." I continued to smile at him. I was the happiest I had ever been.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I can live with it, but out of curiosity how old do dragons get?"
"Dragons are immortal; this doesn't mean we can't be killed. It just means we don't die of natural causes."
"Wow, so I guess I have eternity with you. Not bad!" He grinned at me.
"So, you're a hundred and three. Have you always been with this coven?" I asked, grinning back. I wanted to know everything about my mate.
He shook his head. "No, my family and birth coven were destroyed by rogues.
I was the only member who had escaped them.
I was thirteen at the time. I wandered the streets, feeding on rats and stealing anything I could get my hands on.
That was how I'd met Stephen and my best friend, Devin.
They had been walking through the market one day when I'd tried to snatch Stephen's wallet.
He grabbed my hand as I was about to pull the wallet from his pocket," he said.
I looked at him with sad eyes. "I'm sorry about your family.” I paused, thinking for a moment. “If you'd tried to steal Master Stephan's wallet, how did you become part of his coven? He's pretty powerful. I don't think many would have the guts to try stealing from him," I said.
"Trust me. I didn't realize Stephen was a master vampire.
Heck, I didn't even realize he was a vampire. I was so desperate. I hadn’t been listening to my senses.
When he caught me and dragged me into the alleyway, he was big and imposing.
That's when I felt his power. I knew I was in big trouble. So, I did the only thing I could think of; I got to my knees and begged for my life. I told him everything, how my coven and parents had been killed by rogues. I even told him I was living off rats. By the time I finished, Master Stephen had simply nodded and said to follow him. That was how I had become part of his coven. He saved my life that day and took on the role of parent to me,” my cardia said.
I held him close. "I'm glad you had them. I'm glad you had somebody to help you and guide you," I said sincerely.
"I am too." He smiled, then looked at me. "I never knew dragons existed. I thought they were extinct. What kind of dragon are you? What color are you? Can you breathe fire? Can I meet your dragon?" he asked happily.
I smiled at his excitement, and my dragon rumbled his approval. "You can definitely meet him. He's very eager to meet you. I’m a big gold dragon, and yes, I can breathe fire."
"That's awesome. I can't wait to meet him. You'll have to tell me all about dragons. I love to learn about new things." Joy exploded from him, so much so that it was infectious. My cardia was precious and perfect for me.
"Well, you're going to have to tell me about vampires. Most dragons don't interact with other paranormals. I'm assuming by your tanned skin, you can go into the sun?" I asked.
"Sure, I can tell you all about vampires," he said with a grin, then he was off. I realized my mate liked to talk.
"Like all vampires, I was born one. We live, we grow old, and we die.
We're not the undead. Our life span is about a thousand years, and while UV light makes us ill, we don't burst into flames when we come into contact with it.
I'm one of the few vampires who can actually be in the sun for a prolonged period.
That's why I have a tan. Oh, and we can eat food—in fact, it’s a necessity.
About the only thing Hollywood has gotten right about vampires is our need of blood to survive," he said excitedly.
"Why don't dragons interact with other paranormals?" Ben asked.
He asked one of the questions that I didn't want to answer because it would lead to more. Thankfully, I was saved by his growling stomach. He looked up at me sheepishly.
"Sorry, I'm kind of hungry. Since the heat is over, do you think we can shower and get some food?"
"Absolutely. I’m glad they slipped food in through the door. Otherwise, I don't know if I would have had the strength for the bonding," I said, thankful for the reprieve.
"Why wouldn't you have had the strength?" he asked curiously.
"You were very sick, and the venom had spread throughout most of your body.
It took a lot of my blood to fight the poison.
" I got up and started to go to the little bathroom in the infirmary, where there was a decontamination shower.
"Why don't you take a shower first? I’ll find you some clothes to wear," I told him.
He got up and came over to me and kissed me. "Thank you for saving my life."
I kissed him back. "I would give every drop of my blood if it meant you would live," I replied truthfully.
He kissed me again, only to be interrupted by the sound of his stomach growling again. I laughed. "Go on, take your shower, then we’ll go for food."
He moved away. Over his shoulder he said, "There should be some scrubs in the cabinet on the far wall."
The shower started and I found the scrubs.
I straightened up the room and turned back to the shower in time to see his beautiful, wet body, with the water cascading down as it rinsed the soap off.
I couldn’t stop myself. I moved forward and dropped to my knees and licked his tight hole.
He moaned loudly as I continued to assault him with my tongue.
I spun him and was not surprised to see his beautiful cock standing proud.
I took him down my throat in one fluid motion.
"Yes, God! Suck me!" he cried
I continued to take him deep, relishing the taste of his pre-cum. His hands loosely touched my hair. I could tell he wanted to grab hold. I pulled off and looked up. He was looking down in my eyes.
"Fuck my mouth! Grab hold of my hair and fuck my mouth," I ordered.
He did exactly that. His hands tightened around my hair, and the pinch of pain spurred me on to suck harder. He shoved his dick in my mouth with abandon, causing me to gag a bit.
"You like that, bitch! You like gagging on my cock?
" he asked as he was relentlessly fucking my face.
I could only moan in approval. I felt his cock thicken even more and his balls draw up.
I wanted his sweet essence. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked with more fervor.
He shot down my throat and I drank his cum.
I loved his cum. I stood abruptly, flipped him and pressed him against the shower wall and rubbed my dripping cock against his hole. My pre-cum would loosen him.
"Do you want my cock?" I growled. "Do you?"
"Yes, give me your cock. Fuck me now," he moaned. I pressed forward into his hole until I was buried deep. Once fully seated, I stopped to allow him to adjust.
"If you don't fuck me now, I'm going to kill you, Kris," he snarled.
I withdrew and slammed back in, hitting his prostate, fucking him relentlessly.
I felt my balls draw up and my knot start to form.
I quickly withdrew and forced him to his knees, stroking my shaft once, my cum painted his face.
I breathed heavily as the orgasm hit, and he moved forward to lick my head as I continued to come.
He wrapped his lips around my sensitive head and went down my shaft a quarter way.
Looking up as he drank my cum, he pulled back a bit and started nibbling my foreskin.
The pleasure was unparalleled; I shuddered underneath his talented mouth.
He pulled back and asked, "Why didn't you come in me? Not that I'm complaining—you taste amazing."
"If I came in you, we would have been stuck for another thirty minutes and you wouldn't have gotten your breakfast," I said, still panting, as I descended from the high of coming.
"There is that. Let's get cleaned up and get some food." He smiled as he stood and washed under the shower spray again.
Roarke
It was the morning of day two, and the king and his mate had yet to appear from the infirmary.
No one entered the room. In fact, the only time the door opened was to wheel a cart of food in.
Even then, no one crossed the threshold.
I looked over at the man guarding the door with me.
Devin Davis; he was gorgeous, strong, opinionated, stubborn—and my mate, although neither of us had said anything.
Devin had an attitude and didn't seem to want to acknowledge that I was his.
As I was just about to ask him, the door opened.
I immediately turned and saw the king with his mate securely tucked under his arm. I quickly dropped to one knee.
"Benny, you're alright! You’re awake! Are you healed? Should you be up?" Devin asked, sounding tender for the very first time.
Ben laughed and said, "Yes, I'm fine, Devin. All better thanks to my beloved."
"Are you sure? He claimed and bonded with you without your consent," Devin said with a hard edge.
"Yes, I'm sure. I would have died if he hadn’t. I understand why you're upset, Dev, but it's not the same as your sister. I would have chosen to bond with Krispin," Ben assured him.
Devin continued to stare as if weighing the truth of the words.
He seemed like he found his answer and smiled for the first time.
Gods, I thought he was gorgeous before, but when he smiled, he was breathtaking.
I felt my cock stir as I stared at Devin's beauty.
A clearing throat caught my attention, and I turned to my gaze to my king.
"None passed the threshold of the mating chamber, Your Majesty," I said officially.
"You have done well. Rise, Roarke of the Red Caste," the king said formally. I quickly got to my feet. "I thank you for your service."
I held my hand in a fist, brought it to my chest, and bowed my head in acknowledgement. It was surreal that I would have this opportunity. I was proud I had been able to serve my king. I was about to step away when he stopped me.
"For your service, I honor you. You shall no longer be Roarke of the Red Caste.
You shall be Roarke Dìon Rìoghail. Royal Guardian Protector of High Garden," he proclaimed as he placed his hand upon my chest. I felt a power surge forth as light shone from his hand, my dragon fully acknowledging our new role.
We were no longer just Red Caste. The king had now elevated us and sealed us with a single golden scale.
I couldn't speak. I couldn't believe that the king would honor me in such a way.
I was now the king's man. No longer part of my father's circle and caste.
I was now Roarke of High Garden. I bowed my head once more.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I pledge to you my service," I vowed earnestly.
The king smiled at that, dipping his head in acknowledgement. I turned to my mate, who looked a cross between proud and angry. Unsure how this would affect our mating—that we had yet to even speak of—only time would tell.