Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lila
I don’t stay in my naga form and change back to my basilisk quickly. Silac’s dad alternates between yelling at him and pleading for forgiveness. The man doesn’t know if he’s Arthur or Martha at this stage. I think the dragons would like to arrest him and throw away the key, and the warlocks are of the same mind. Silac said it was up to his mother to make that decision, but he wanted nothing more to do with him.
After about ten minutes, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I used the basilisk power to petrify him again.
The sighs of relief as silence descended on the warehouse were almost comical.
“Lila, can we talk?” Silac corners me after they move his father to one side, and I get started on unfreezing the rest of the captives. The first five are reanimated, and the rest of my gathered men and family are trying to calm them down and ascertain where they need to be returned to. This is going to be a long ass night, and I only just started.
“Not now, Silac. I don’t have the time if we want to get this finished and still make it to your wedding. In fact, weren’t you supposed to be heading there now?” I ask, just wanting him to go away, and he grimaces.
“Yes, Xavier is about to take me over there, but I was hoping we could talk before I go.”
“I’m sorry for all you have learned today, and I respect that you made the decisions you did, but the whole hot and cold is wearing on me. Come see me once you officially break everything off with Kinga, and then we can talk.”
He looks devastated, but now he knows how it feels. Only minutes ago, he was refusing to help refuel me, which I completely understand, but it doesn’t make me feel good. Does that make me cruel? Maybe, but I don’t have time for head games, and that’s all I feel like our relationship has been. After showing me all that affection one night, barely letting me move off his lap, he went back to giving me the cold shoulder. I don’t have the emotional fortitude for that shit. I’ve dealt with people who were indifferent to me all my life in foster care, and I’m not allowing those behaviors to be a part of my life anymore—not when I have people who want to be a part of my family.
He must realize how serious I am, because he leaves me be when Xavier tugs him away from me. The two of them teleport to wherever Silac needs to go, but Xavier will be back to help with this clusterfuck.
Tirrian called in more dragon guards to assist with the process. I unfreeze ten people at a time, and they guide them off to the side where the rest of my mates and Tirrian’s and Xavier’s family work to gather their information. It’s then the warlocks’ job to transfer them to the dragon compound so arrangements can be made to transport them home or, in some cases, to jail. Xylene and Cronus are scanning all their minds to make sure they are innocent victims and not more trash that need to be taken out. Some of them are rival criminals the Bravalana have taken care of. We check records and outstanding warrants, and if they have none, we let them go with a warning. If they have them, then we contact the relevant authorities and transport them to the dungeons of the dragon keep to await collection.
This process takes way too long. I’ve reanimated approximately two hundred people nearly three hours later, and I’ve been pushing the last few lots. I feel my basilisk form fade away and I groan, needing blood, food, and sex.
“Lila, are you okay?” Saxon asks as the rest of my men surround me.
I shake my head. “No, this is going to take a lot longer than I thought it would. I can’t hold my basilisk form anymore. I’m going to have to feed,” I say quietly under my breath, but of course my father-in-law won’t stand for that.
“What’s wrong with Lila?” Cronus demands. “Can we do anything?”
Xavier chuckles while I blush.
“Thanks for the offer, Dad, but Lila’s problems can’t be solved by you.”
“Actually…” Maxsim turns to the warlock king. “Would you be able to teleport me back to the dragon keep? I want to organize some food for Lila. She needs to keep up her strength. Maybe you and Xylene could show me exactly what someone with lots of power needs to eat to increase their strength.” He guides him away, and I say a small prayer of thanks to the gods for my alpha mate. He distracted the nosy warlock for now as he ruminates on the best food for power levels.
Tirrian smirks at me. “How about I gather our troops and have them do a perimeter check to ensure no one is sneaking up on us, and you and Brannock can make use of that office over there? It’s not much, but it will provide a bit of privacy.” He gives me a kiss before rounding up the dragons and hustling them out the door.
“But Brannock can’t power me up,” I argue.
“No, but it will get a few more of those pesky orgasms out of the way and closer to bonding him permanently.” Aww look at him being a team player. “Xavier or I will tag in after and provide you with a power boost, or do you need more than one of us?” Saxon asks, and I shake my head.
“There is no way I’m going to get through everyone tonight. I’m not even sure if I can change to Aaz’axian form. Do you think it would work if I filled a container with my blood and everyone went around and put a drop on the statues’ foreheads?”
Xavier looks thoughtful. “Your blood has power, but I’m not sure if that’s the only thing that does it, or if there is some innate magic that activates when you do it, but it won’t hurt to test the theory. It would certainly help get through this quicker if that’s the case.”
“Okay, here’s the plan then. I’ll refuel, then I’ll fill a small beaker with my blood when I’m back in basilisk form, and we can give it a try. If it doesn’t work, I’m only going to continue until I run out again. The rest can wait. They’ve been here this long, so a day or two won’t hurt. Tomorrow, we can round up the bad guys and Silac can free his fiancée.”
The three men agree, and I notice Xavier and Saxon grimace at my comment. I cross my arms in annoyance. “What, do you think I was too harsh on him?” They are quick to shake their heads.
“No, I think what you said was perfect. Hopefully he will pull his head out of his ass, but he’s also the kind of guy who just may go through with it so she’s not left in an awkward position, and despite what he said to his father, he seeks his approval. It’s why he agreed to the arranged marriage in the first place. He wanted to make his daddy happy,” Saxon warns me.
I groan and throw up my hands. “I just can’t right now. That’s what I told him and what I’m telling you both. Tomorrow will be what it will be.”
Saxon places a kiss on my cheek. “Remember we all love you. Brannock, make sure you show her how much.”
Brannock is in is human glamour, and he blushes slightly but doesn’t argue as he tugs my hand and tows me toward the office. When he closes the door behind us, he pushes me up against the wall and kisses me. It’s slow and sensual, and I shiver in his arms. Holy crap, this man is a good kisser. It’s also kind of strange kissing him in this glamour. I’d grown used to the real him.
“Do you think you can just change your lower half to your Aaz’axian form? Would that take less mimic power than the whole lot?” he murmurs when he pulls back from my lips. When I can see the love and concern in his eyes, I pretty much melt. I wonder if we can knock out four mutual orgasms right now? What is an Aaz’axian’s recovery period like?
My eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, that would be a good idea. I can try.” I concentrate on my Aaz’axian form, but only around my pelvis, and what do you fucking know? It works… or I think it does. I guess I’ll find out if he rips me to shreds.
I start to strip off his clothes, impatient to feel his naked skin under my palms. “As much as I want to take my time, we are running short on it. I promise I will make it all up to you in the future many times. Right now, I need fast and furious. I don’t want to be here all night,” I mutter against his lips as he strips my outfit off. Despite being made of dragon scales, they are flexible and easy to remove, and we’re soon both completely naked.
“I will hold you to that,” he grumbles, taking one of my nipples into his mouth as he wraps his large hands around my thighs and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind down against his cock, the barbs still lying flat, but my cunt drips the lubrication it needs to take his cock deep inside me, exactly like it’s designed to do.
“Want to taste you,” he growls and starts to drop me, but I shake my head.
“No time. Next time,” I promise him and slam my mouth against his again as I coat his cock in the wetness dripping out of me. He slides a finger into my channel, stretching me slightly. He pulls away and pops it into his mouth, tasting me like he wanted. I smirk as his eyes roll back.
“Fuck, you’re delicious. I can’t wait to take my time and drink you down,” he rumbles before taking my nipple into his mouth again, sucking harder.
“I can’t wait either. Maybe I can suck your cock at the same time, and that will be another mutual orgasm to get us that much closer to being mated in the Skarrian way,” I tell him shyly. “If that’s what you want.” Sure his cock is likely to rip my mouth to shreds but I have stellar healing abilities and it’s not like blood freaks me out. I’ll give anything a try once.
He pulls his mouth away from my nipple and looks me dead in the eye. “I would like nothing more. If we had more time, I wouldn’t let you walk out that door until I was yours and you were mine, but I have waited this long, so I can wait a little longer.”
He tips his head to the side. “Drink, Lila, while I slide my cock into your pussy. I want to feel your fangs in my neck.”
“My venom will make you come,” I warn him, and he nods.
“I can’t wait to fill you with my seed. My own toxins will set off your orgasm, but let’s get you close first.” He holds me away from him slightly, and I notch his cock at my entrance. He slowly lowers me down, and we both groan simultaneously at the feel of him entering me. He’s thick, hot, and hard, and it feels fucking amazing. My pussy pulses as he retreats before pushing in again, this time going a little deeper. He’s not quite there, but I am already rippling. The backward slide has his closed barbs brushing against my inner walls in a way that creates a delicious kind of friction unlike anything my other men can do. It’s equal parts discomfort and pleasure.
He works up a bit of speed once he’s fully seated, and I drip with need, panting with the anticipation of what’s about to happen. Although it’s unlike any other orgasm, it’s still a little intimidating knowing exactly what is going to happen.
His hands grip my thighs hard, and he rolls his hips with a delicious motion, sliding in and out of me in a rhythm that is exactly what I need. I feel his finger brush against my asshole, and I imagine one of my other guys fucking me at the same time as Brannock, and my cunt clenches. Sweat beads on our flesh, the scent of desire thick in the room.
Brannock groans and presses his forehead to mine. “Look at me, Lila,” he demands, and I force my eyes open. “Are you ready?” he asks me, and I shake my head.
“Dude, just do it. I don’t want a warning.” My body stiffens because I know what’s about to happen.
“That’s my good girl, so fucking perfect, taking my cock that’s made just for you,” he praises, and I feel my body start to relax again.
“Such a pretty perfect pussy. Watch my cock slide in and out of it, Lila. You were made for me.” He forces my head down so I can watch us. His cock glistens with slick, rippling with every thrust, distracting me from what’s about to happen.
He tips his neck and pleads, “Bite me, Lila.” This time I do, sinking my fangs into the pulsing vein just beneath his flesh that calls to me like no other. His blood floods my mouth, salty and sweet and spicy. That flavor surprises me every time—sriracha peanut butter cookies.
“God,” he groans, his hands tightening on my thighs as his thrusts get harder and faster. “Going to fill you with my seed.”
I can’t help but freeze as his barbs activate, that fiery feeling ripping through my body. I tear my mouth away from his neck and scream, forgetting to close the holes, so his blood keeps flowing, trickling over our bodies. My instinct is to fight him, even though I know the pleasure is coming, but he wraps his arms around me to hold me in place as his barbs rip through the walls of my pussy like they are designed to do. The pain quickly morphs to liquid ecstasy, and I sag against him as I ride the waves of pleasure as they pulse through my body.
“Fuck yes!” I scream, leaning my head back against the wall and closing my eyes, rolling my hips so I can wring every exquisite moment out of this. His movement falters, and I feel his cum flood my walls, seeping into them and prolonging the intense pleasure. My body pulses with energy, and I feel amazing as I lap at the stream of blood on his chest. One of his hands strokes my hair as he whispers dirty words of praise and thanks to me. I love a filthy mouth, and Brannock gets an A for effort.