Chapter Fourteen
Kai
Lonan’s lips are pressed into a thin line as he throws things into his bag. Finn’s standing against a wall, wringing his hands. Finn’s golden eyes meet mine in a silent plea.
Something about our meeting with that dragon has Lo in a real snit but I don’t know what. I thought it went rather well, actually.
“Should I get Ollie?” Finn asks nervously.
“No!” Lo and I both shout it at the same time.
Lo takes a deep breath and lets out a quiet chuckle. I place my hand over his on his bag.
“What is it love?”
“Are you for real right now, flame?” Anger colors his usual even voice.
I cross my arms over my chest silently.
“Fuck. Sorry, Kai.” Lonan steps to me and I wrap my arms around him. I make eye contact with Finn and wave him in. He crosses the room and wraps his arms around Lonan from behind.
Lo’s voice is muffled against my shoulder but I can feel his body relaxing. “We came here to get them to fight against RedWater. And now, not only did that lizard say he won’t do that, we have to run off to the godsdamned Pinwood Desert on a fucking side quest!”
I think on that. “Yes the trip to find this ruby dragon is more work, but a flight of dragons will level Monkwick. Scare the fuck out of any of Alder’s other supporters. It’s not what we intended... but we’re not leaving empty handed.”
Lonan pulls back slowly and puts one arm over Finn’s shoulders. “But we don’t need them for Monkwick. They’re not warriors and they are on an isolated island. You and I could sneak in and kill the important ones and be out before sunrise.”
I shrug. “Listen, I want that fucker Rafe, who tortured my baby, but let the dragons crisp the isle. Make an example.”
Finn says, “Rafe will still be at RedWater?”
Lonan nods, “Most likely. Oh shit, that reminds me, I need to send a raven to Nell.”
I frown, “She and Cook and Fane, have the keep under control. You’re getting too nitpicky in your old age.”
Lonan glares but Finn asks, “Wait, how old are you both?”
“One hundred seventeen,” Lonan replies.
Finn laughs. “I guess Vale and I are really robbing the cradle with Ollie.”
“Wait, how old are you? How old is that dragon?” Lo asks.
“I’m one hundred twenty-eight, Vale is one hundred and ninety-seven.”
My mouth drops open, but I look back to Lonan.
He answers, “No, not the keep. Nell’s partner Dana is a—albeit a weak one—healer. I want Nell’s permission to ask her to... help with Rafe and Alder, if possible.”
Finn’s heavy green eyebrows are raised as he cocks his head. ‘Help?’
“We’re not gonna let the bastards that terrorized Ollie for a fucking decade pass through the Veil easily,” I growl.
At that moment, the door to our guest room is opened and there stands Vale. I notice his nipple looks healed and that does not improve my mood, but Lonan almost smiles at him.
“What is it?” Lonan asks.
Vale strides in, taking in the disaster of the three of us trying to pack for a dragon-retrieval mission in the desert when we don’t know how long it will take nor what it will entail.
I mainly packed blades.
“Just overheard you need a healer. I approve of that plan, assuming I don’t eat them in the attack.”
“You’re not coming,” I respond flatly.
He ignores me and just as I open my mouth to poke at him, Finn interrupts. “You already have a healer. Me.”
All three of us turn to him. We must all look a bit shocked as he starts to laugh.
“Did Ollie not tell you?”
I shake my head, even as Lonan answers, “I think our Ollie is careful in what information that she thinks might be... sensitive... and keeps that close to her chest.”
Vale nods. “She’s secretive, that’s for sure. And sensitive to folks’ feelings.”
“Secretive?” I scoff, “I don’t find her so.”
The damned dragon laughs. “Oh really? Did she tell you of her work?”
I open my mouth to answer that of course she did but I realize she hadn’t.
“Anyway,” Lonan says pointedly, “Finn, you’re a healer?”
He nods, “My mother saw the value in having a healer in the family even if my father and brothers thought it was ridiculous, so she found a wisewoman in town for me to apprentice with. First thing she taught me was to make fingernails and hair grow at an alarming pace so I could scare my brothers into leaving me alone.” He smiles at the memory, though I frown, not liking the connotation that his older brothers used to beat him up.
“You two get packed,” I grumble as I toss my bag on my shoulder and push past Vale.
I FIND OLLIE IN THE kitchen, clipping some dried leaves from a bundle and placing them in a muslin bag.
“Oh, flame,” she says softly, immediately putting the scissors down. I tug her to me, her lower body molding to mine, and press her palms to my chest.
“What do you do for work, baby?”
She blinks rapidly, obviously caught off guard. “I own a herb shop. It’s downstairs. It’s half apothecary, half culinary.”
I study her coral eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“No reason, Kai. I just didn’t think it would be of any interest or import.”
“Everything about you is interesting and important to me, princess.”
Her eyebrows furrow as she studies my face. “I’m sorry Kai. I meant nothing by it.” Her hand raises and she cups my cheek. “I love you, Kai. You’re mine and I’m yours. Ask me anything, mate.”
“How do you prefer your eggs, baby?”
She laughs. “Over easy,” she answers with a smile.
“Now, more importantly baby, is that sweet little cunt of mine needy for me?”
“Fuck,” she curses lowly as she shakes her head. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me, tongue pressing into my mouth. “Yes. But—”
I know she’s thinking of her—reasonable—rule about not fucking her pussy. “Ahhhh,” I mumble as I scoop her up. “That’s why you know all about herbs for pregnancy not working all the time.”
She laughs and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Got the keys to your shop?” I ask.
“Uh, yeah, why?” she answers, raising an eyebrow.
“Because I’m going to fuck you in it.” And with that, I stride out of her flat and down the stairs, still carrying Ollie.
As we come around the side of the building, she digs in a pocket, producing an old, slender key.
I take it from her and unlock the door, opening it and carrying her across the threshold.
It smells like growing things and tiny jars are lined up on small shelves on two walls.
A large metal sink with an ornate faucet, multiple wooden cabinets, all showing wear but well taken care of.
Some short, some tall, with wood varying from rich red to the palest white.
Three tables take up most of the space. Two that are tall counters on either side of the room, wooden tops and storage underneath.
In the center is a circle table with mismatched and painted chairs.
A scarf covers part of it, a makeshift tablecloth.
A delicate tea pot and cups sit on a tray in the center.
“It’s gorgeous, baby,” I mutter into her hair, “Show me your favorite herb after I fuck you, hm?”
“I... I will, but Kai...”
“You know the word to make me stop, princess, but I promise I’ll be making you drink my seed, not giving you a strong babe.”
She swallows loudly at that and I wonder if Ollie wants children. Someday.
I toss her a coy look. “You wanna get bred, baby?”
“Fuck,” she whispers, shaking her head, “I didn’t realize how fucking hot that would sound.”
I pull at the fabric wound around her waist and it unwraps easily.
“No actual breeding, Kai.”
I nod. “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll be swallowing, as I said. But you’re taking this cock. I need to be in that sweet cunt again.”
She pulls off the loose dress, standing in panties and a fabric binding over her breasts. I tug that free and grab her waist and lift her onto the sturdy wooden counter. I tug her hard, pink nipple into my mouth and her fingers dig into my hair.
“I need you, Ollie,” I murmur into her flesh. My emotions are all over the place. Half the time I want to punish her for... well, anything, everything, and half the time I want to sneak her away, never to be seen again, and spend the rest of my days worshiping her body.
“I need you too, Kai. Fuck me, please.”
“Now? No more warm-up?” I quirk a smile at her.
“Yes. Now. Fuck.” Her head is dropped back, hair loose and gorgeous, the line of her neck a work of art.
I pull my breeches down and grab her waist, where she sits on the counter. I lift her, hands under her thighs, my thumbs brushing her smooth scars.
“Line us up, princess,” I whisper into her ear as I lower her body to mine.
She makes a little noise of need and her hand slips between us. The feel of her grabbing my cock and hurriedly pressing it to her opening is almost enough to make me blow.
“Oh, baby, you are hot already. Nice and slick for me, hmm?” I hold her high, her pussy just kissing my aching dick.
“Do you want it, Ollie?”
“Yes,” she growls, obviously frustrated.
“You need to be filled?”
“Yes. Fuck.”
“Say it, baby.”
“Fuck me, Kai. Put your cock in my pussy and fuck me,” she grits out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I slide her body down mine and the feel of her cunt along my length is indescribable. I press her back against the counter and slide slowly back out and in again.
She moans, greedy, hot, her cunt quivering.
“Fuck, baby, I want to be in this needy little pussy every fucking day,” I moan as I stroke in and out at a calm pace.
She squirms and whines, wanting more.
I bury myself to the hilt and press her firmly back against the table. “Push me out, baby. Do it. Let me see how strong those muscles are.”
She moans and I feel her cunt tense around me.
“Atta girl,” I praise into her ear, “Keep going.”
I feel her body tighten up in my arms.
“Push me out, princess,” I direct again, smirking.
“Oh fuck!” she screams suddenly and I feel her wetness against me, dripping down my balls, even as her body still shakes with her orgasm.
“Good girl,” I praise her, “That was perfect, princess,” I purr, though she’s still cumming. “Perfect, squirting all over me. So fucking hot.”