Chapter 19
KELAN
The air over the northern ridge bites cold, but in my arms, Aura is warm.
She’s tucked against my chest, wrapped in furs, with her cheek pressed to the hollow below my collarbone where dragon heat pulses strongest. Her even breath ghosts over my skin, soothed by the rhythm of flight.
I fly higher than I need to, giving her the sky.
The view of peaks layered in frost, a black river winding like a serpent through the evergreens, and far in the distance, the subtle glow of the human city we’ve left behind stretches around us.
Behind me, Darial banks in a lazy arc, sleek and golden in the sunlight, his claws tucked beneath him with our pack of clothes and other items secured. Ronyn cuts through the air beneath us, wings tight to his body, the burden of a food package and some of Aura’s art supplies held in his claws.
I don’t land immediately when the cabin comes into view. I circle wide, to let her see the way our timbered retreat nestles against a cliff face, shielded by pine. It’s a dragon’s den, but no one knows that except us.
I land gently on the frost-hardened earth, wings mantling protectively as I shift with her still in my arms. The heat of the change flows through me, and when I’m fully human again, I still hold her close, lowering her slowly so her feet touch the snowy path.
Her boots sink slightly, and she laughs when Ronyn nearly skids trying to stop with too much momentum.
Darial touches down beside us, already shifting, steam rising off his golden skin.
Aura clutches the fur closer. “You built this?”
“Yes,” I say. “We had time on our hands while we waited for you.”
She lifts her head, flushed and windblown, smiling in a way that settles all the tension inside me. “I want to see everything.”
“You will.”
“I call first cocktail duty,” Darial says. “No offense, Ronyn, but you go too heavy on the spirits.”
“That’s because you’re soft,” Ronyn growls, hooking the food package over his shoulder and grinning at Aura. “Hope you’re hungry, little flame. We brought half a beast.”
“Sounds more like your thing,” she laughs.
She isn’t wrong. Our dragon appetites are huge.
My friends fall into rhythm immediately. Darial ducks inside the cabin to warm the hearth with his dragon fire. Ronyn stomps around to light the stone grill with a breath of flame, ready to prepare a feast for us. I show Aura around the cabin.
She takes in the rustic surroundings with the same kind of awe she had in response to the penthouse. When we get to the edge of the deck, where the hot tub waits, she’s wide-eyed.
“Isn’t it too cold for this?” she asks.
“Nope.”
I uncover the tub and breathe fire into the space beneath it until the water steams.
“It’s natural and spring-fed. But dragons make it better,” I grin.
I dip my hand into the water to test the temperature. It swirls into perfect heat.
Aura’s already unwrapping herself, and when I move behind her and breathe low across her nape, she tilts her head in welcome.
“There’s no one around to see you naked,” I murmur.
“Except three dragons,” she smiles.
“Your body is ours.” In case she’s forgotten, I slide my hand into her pants and cup her heat. She’s already wet enough to take me, and my dragon growls with satisfaction.
Aura turns, staring into my eyes, then removes the rest of her clothes until the only thing covering her is my hand.
I lift her without a word, one arm below her thighs, the other around her shoulders.
She comes willingly, snuggling into me like I’m her throne and her home.
The water laps gently at the stone edge when I step into the tub, sinking with her cradled in my arms. She shudders as the heat wraps around her skin, her glowing runes reflecting off the water’s surface like stars scattered across a midnight ocean.
Her nipples harden in the air before the water claims her, and my cock hardens even more at the sight.
Her legs unfold, sliding against mine, and her breath catches as she feels my cock, now fully hardened and thick against her hip. Her skin is slick already, but as she caresses my abdomen, down to where scales bloom along my thighs, my restraint begins to fray.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, voice breathy and teasing.
“You’re a vision,” I reply, more growl than words.
I grip her hips, slow and firm, guiding her gently down onto me, not to take me inside, but to let her appreciate every ridged inch rubbing along her slick folds. She rocks once, hips twitching, and my jaw tightens as the head of my cock catches against her clit.
A whimper escapes her throat.
“Look at me,” I rasp.
She does, eyes wide and shining. “Kelan,” she breathes, her mouth trailing my stubbled jaw. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I don’t understand this woman I’ve become, and how I can want you and Darial and Ronyn so much so soon.”
“It’s the power of fate and magic,” I whisper, gently rolling her nipple so her eyelids flutter with pleasure. “Don’t try to resist it, my queen. Let the desire flow through you. It is your gift as much as it is ours.”
Beneath the water, she wraps her small, soft hand around the thick heft of my ridged cock, gasping as it twitches.
“How does this fit inside me?” she asks with wonder.
“Your body is shaped for ours.”
She shifts her hips, angling my cock to her entrance. It pulses inside her, eliciting a rush of slickness that makes pushing deeper easier. As she drops over each ridge, her groans echo across the mountain ridge, disturbing birds who flap wildly into the sky.
She is a goddess, arching her back as she takes my length, her pretty eyes fixed to the heavens. I let my head fall back for a breath as the power rolls below my skin.
“Aura,” I moan, grasping her jaw and claiming her mouth as she bounces in my lap, disturbing the water until it laps over the side of the tub.
Her breasts graze my chest, nipples catching against the black scales that bloom with my arousal.
My claws burst through my fingertips, holding her hips, pressing into her flesh.
Already, fire surges through me, heating the water around us, craving to explode into the chilled air.
Unable to control myself anymore, I rise on scaled legs, bringing Aura with me.
My tail bursts forth, securing her to me.
I hook one of her shapely legs over my shoulder, hitting deeper inside her.
She’s fuck-drunk again, whimpering and grinding, craving her release.
I let my tongue shift so it can slip between us and flick her clit over and over.
Aura arches and bucks, then she begins to beg.
“Please, Kelan. Please. Let me come. I need to come.”
“Come for me, precious,” I growl, pinching her clit between the split tips of my tongue until she screams with pleasure and convulses around me. My release follows, sealing us together as my seed surges inside her body.
In front of me, the mountain drops off. Snow-covered rocks and trees disappear into the horizon, and Aura, with her glossy hair, striped with our dragon magic, is majestic, resting on my tail, impaled on my cock, totally spent.
But she is never totally spent. Her cunt clenches, and I release again, filling her until her belly bulges. Her runes sparkle as she squirms, seeking more pleasure.
Ronyn steps into the tub, gazing at her appreciatively. He leans to suck on her puckered nipples, and her hands immediately grip his hair. “Ronyn,” she murmurs. “Oh my god. Ronyn.”
“It’s okay, sweet girl. “We’ve got you.”
He slides two fingers slowly into her mouth, then uses them to rub her clit in slow circles.
“Careful,” I warn him. “She can’t take much more.” I don’t mean pleasure, and Ronyn knows. She’s almost full to bursting with my seed. If she comes again while I’m still locked inside her, it might be too much.
“I won’t let her come. I’ll edge her until she’s crazy.”
I watch as my friend does precisely that, teasing our mate until she’s whimpering and begging, and her clit is engorged and peeking between the lips of her pretty pussy. I stroke through her curls, relishing their softness, then over her belly, which is plump and swollen.
For a moment, I imagine what it would be like to see her grow round with our children, but it’s a stupid and pointless thought.
We are the last of our kind. There will be no hatchlings, no matter how much seed we pump into our mate's womb.
Swallowing disappointment that curls like smoke within me, I force myself back into the moment.
“Not long now,” I whisper. “And then Ronyn can fuck you.”
“More,” she whispers. “I need more.”
I glance at the sky and shift enough to exhale flame into the air above us, warming Aura so she doesn’t catch cold. Then my knot releases, and I step out of the water, withdrawing to let Aura gush my seed into the snow. Her eyes roll in her head as I pass her to Ronyn.
“She really is fuck-drunk,” I say. “Maybe you should make her come again but leave the fucking until later when she’s lucid.”
Steam clings to his chest as he lowers them both into the water.
He lounges back with one arm draped over the edge of the tub and the other secured around Aura.
She moans, her fingers drifting over his runed, scarred torso.
For a few seconds, I watch him teasing her beneath the water.
Her head lolls as she comes, her runes flaring brightly.
For a second, I think I detected a throb of her magic, but whatever it was is gone before I can get a grasp on it.
I shake my head. It can’t be. We have shuttered her magic.
It must be Ronyn’s bubbling arousal and the remains of my own powerful release that are fogging my senses.
“There,” Ronyn says, stroking Aura’s hair and encouraging her to rest her head on his shoulder. “Rest now, pretty girl. Rest, and I'll keep you warm and safe.”
Aura is radiant in the water, with glistening skin, flushed cheeks, and lips parted with lazy contentment. The scent of her arousal drifts through the rising steam like incense.
I leave them to the quiet and head inside to unpack our things and help Darial with the cooking. This will be our first vacation here with a woman, and there is no need to rush anything now that our mate is safe in our care.
Even as I think it, I consider the danger she faced in Blackwood. Am I reckless to believe they’re no longer a threat? And the dragons who circled on the horizon and who lingered outside the restaurant? We need to be watchful of any harm that might harm our mate.
But here in our remote cabin, nothing can touch us.
Or at least it seems that way until an alert pops up on my phone from our head of security.
“Kelan, have you seen the photo that’s circulating?
” Attached is the picture snapped at the restaurant.
I growl, frustrated. It was always a risk to take her out in the human world.
We are well known, and our pictures are featured regularly on the society pages.
In an ideal world, I would have liked to keep Aura private, but I won’t cage her.
She deserves to live her life to the fullest, and that has to involve some freedom, as long as she is safely with us.