by Kenna Bardot
Once I could be a dragon rider.
But for the time being, she was a vulnerability we had to protect. Much like a baby would have been, except with the added complication of the bond.
"Where have you been?" Char barked, standing from his seat and tugging me into him. Hollis stood as well, gathering Hydra up in his arms as she yawned at my feet. It had been a long day for the little one, so he took her to the spare room we'd emptied of belongings, placing the bed I'd brought home from the Reserve and her favorite blanket in there for her. I watched through the open doorway as Hollis set her in it and tucked her in.
She snuggled up, content in her little nest. We moved the bed into our room at night, but during the day it was nice that we had the ability to close the door and isolate her where she couldn't get into too much trouble in the moments when I couldn’t give her the attention she needed. "Shep took me to the Dijari fields," I explained. "I'm sorry we took so long."
"What was so urgent you had to bring her there?" Tate asked as he stepped in to greet us.
"Mireyah was training with Lathyn Majele. I thought it appropriate to show her that I will never be able to offer her what he can, but show her what I do in her honor." Shep growled, and the way he pressed himself into my space didn't bode well for me.
Or for my ass.
“Not that it should matter, but I didn’t go there looking for him. I went there to train! Honestly, this is absurd,” I argued, shaking my head. Hollis’ red eyes connected with mine, the calmest, most rational of my men immediately separating himself from the others to come stand beside me.
“I support you. Like I said this morning, understanding the other half of your power is important. The only people who can help you do that are the Majeles.” I leaned into his body, appreciating the fact that at least one of them dared to take my side in an argument. So often, it felt like I was an outsider. Our bond as a unit was the most important aspect in our relationship. To all of us. But they treated one another as equals, while I was often left to be treated like the weak link.
“You knew she planned to go there?” Ryle snarled at Hollis.
“Yes,” Hollis agreed. “It’s her House. Why wouldn’t she go there? We all go to ours.” I pressed even tighter to him. Usually he deferred to the stronger personalities in the group, so to see him speak up on my behalf came as a shock. A greatly appreciated one.
"Perhaps they both need to be reminded of who she chose as her Sires," Ryle inserted, but he stepped back to the couch. When he sat, the furniture protested with a groan. The fucking oaf had no clue just how heavy he was, and it seemed ridiculous that he had to be reminded not to break the house and our belongings. He gestured Hollis forward with two fingers, and the beautiful man didn't even pretend to object as he dropped to his knees in front of him. As much as Hollis enjoyed dominating me, even in his annoyance he enjoyed submitting too.
Not for the first time, as I watched Ryle run his fingers over Hollis' short-kept hair, I wished that he would let the curls grow out just a little. I did so love watching the men use Tate's hair to guide his head.
Shep demanded my attention as Char took a seat in the massive arm chair and Tate knelt at his feet. It seemed that I would not find any help from them as Shep unfastened the hooks on the back of my leathers. As the material parted, fresh air hit the skin on my spine. He slid it down over my arms until it thunked to the floor with a heavy sound. Those massive hands of his ran over my ass, and I glanced over my shoulder at him to watch him stare at the curve of it in the tight black fabric of my pants.
"Dresses were so much more convenient," he grunted, leaning down to unzip my boots and tug them off my feet.
“I’m so sure,” I spat.
The pants followed the next moment, and I didn't bother to fight him disrobing me in the slightest. I knew Shep. Knew him well enough to know that he needed to fuck me to make himself feel more sane following his jealous outburst.
It didn't mean I had to like it, but I wouldn't object and claim that I didn't enjoy the sex itself. As soon as I was naked, desire pooled in my core. Just being in the room with my Sires was enough to make me crave them, but the feel of the air of our home on my skin made my nipples pebble in anticipation.
I smelled them in the air, felt their pleasure as they worked one another over. Could feel their eyes on me, watching and waiting for Shep to punish me. I waited too, not moving as I felt Shep's force of will coast over my skin. When he finally wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off my feet, it was to haul me over to the massive sofa where Hollis already sucked Ryle's cock. Shep laid me over the arm of it on my stomach, so that my face fell right next to Hollis'. He released Ryle with a smile.
"Hey there, Pet," he whispered, using his hand to jerk Ryle's length while I glared at him.
Shep apparently wasn't satisfied with my position, with the fact that my feet touched the floor. Lifting me, he re-positioned me until only the very tips of my toes touched the floor. "If he touches you again, I will not be responsible for my actions," he grunted, bringing his palm down on my ass in a slap so harsh it made my ass burst into flame.
Everything as a Goddess was more intense, even the pain they gave me.
"Fuck!" I screamed, and Hollis leaned forward to lick my lip with his mouth. The taste of both he and Ryle welled inside me, making my empty pussy clench down on nothing.
"This pussy is ours." Shep smacked my other cheek, making that same red heat bloom beneath his palm. "This ass is ours."
When no other slaps came, I lifted my head to glare back at Shephard as he undid his pants. He leaned into me, the edges of his linen clothing pressing against my burning ass like he could stoke the flames he'd built. With an arm on the back of the sofa and one on my hip to hold me in place, he slid between my thighs where they were clenched together tightly and ground against me.
When he retreated, slicked from me, he notched himself against my entrance and shoved inside. "Oh Gods," I moaned, wanting to thrust back against him. Even when I was pissed at him, even when I wanted to strangle him for his insecurities and his jealousy over someone who meant nothing to me romantically, I couldn't stop myself from wanting him. Ryle's hand buried in my hair, positioning my head just the way he wanted it as Hollis guided his cock to my mouth and then Ryle thrust up into my mouth. With Hollis toying with the underside of his shaft, his tongue touched my lips where they spread around Ryle periodically.
It was filthy. It was wrong.
And it felt more right for it.
I grunted, wanting to cry out my objections as Shep hammered into me hard and fast. Taking. Always taking what they knew was theirs.
Eventually, they would give. Once they thought I'd been sufficiently punished for having the audacity to be around another man. Like I could live the entirety of my life and never see another man.
"You won't train with him again," Shep grunted, changing the angle of his strikes inside me so that he could hit that spot that made my eyes roll back. Ryle pulled free from my mouth to give me the chance to speak, Hollis picking up my slack by drawing him into his mouth. I didn't care that I could answer, because I knew Shep wouldn't like the answer I would give. "Mireyah," Shep warned.
"I will."
Shep's thrusts paused, as if he couldn't quite hear that I'd dared to deny him the concession he thought he needed. But he didn't. He just needed to trust me, and everything would be fine in the end. He pulled out of my pussy, and I knew what was coming even before he pressed the head of his cock against my ass and worked himself inside me. There'd been a time when taking them there had been more punishment, but I'd adjusted to the feel of them. Come to love it almost as much as the feeling of them inside my pussy.
I would never admit that to them though. Never voice just how much I craved all the different ways they took me and dominated me.
Shep groaned when his balls smacked against my pussy. "Bad girls don't get to come," he ordered.
"It's a good thing for me I hav
e four other men who might take pity on me," I snapped, egging him on as he pulled back and shoved balls deep again. He was rough. He was brutal.
He was Shephard.
Tumultuous as a storm. Violent and dangerous as he took me in punishing thrusts until he exploded inside me. His orgasm was my only punishment, the fact that he'd denied both of us something I knew we constantly craved and desired. I wanted it, but not enough to go back on my word. When he pulled out and stepped away, I eased my body off the arm of the couch and turned a glare to him. It was only when he stared down at me that he grinned, leaning in to sink his teeth into my bottom lip briefly before he kissed me in a clash of teeth and wills.
Of all my men, Shep was the one I went head to head with the most. His possessive nature just brought out the worst in me, because even while I hated it, I couldn't help but love the way it made me feel desired.
When he pulled back, moving into the kitchen to fix us some food, I couldn't stop my chuckle. The thought of him cooking naked thoroughly entertained me, because Shep couldn't manage to cook when he was clothed. I hoped he covered his junk to avoid grease splatter.
Hollis stood from the floor, and Ryle got to his feet as they approached me. Hollis laid me down on the couch, settling his weight on top of me as his lips came to mine and he kissed me sweetly. If Shephard was the storm, Hollis was the calm before it. My pleasure was always the most important thing to him, even if he thought I needed to be punished too. He'd pleasure me before he walked away.
It was guaranteed. So while he kissed me, he slid inside. Filling me slowly with the agonizing stretch that I loved so much. After a few pumps, I felt Ryle's weight settle behind him and I watched in apt fascination as Hollis' face changed and his eyes rolled back in his head as Ryle worked himself inside him.
Where Hollis' thrusts inside me were usually an elegant roll of his hips, Ryle's were more staccato. More sharp. As Ryle took Hollis, he shoved my biggest man against the end of me harshly, and I whimpered from the pinch of pain. But Hollis' lips returned to mine, soothing me through it and helping to change it from pain to pleasure.
So much pleasure. By the time Ryle exploded, I was writhing underneath them both like a mess, and I loved the way Hollis groaned as Ryle pulled free from him. As soon as he was gone, Hollis changed the tempo of his drives inside me, rolling his hips in that sensual way that only he seemed capable of managing. Wrapping my limbs around him and clinging to him, I tried to hold him inside me as I came around him, making him spill over the edge and fill me with light as everything else disappeared.
He kissed me once more before he climbed off me, his eyes narrowing on the trickle of fluid between my legs. He glanced over at Char in his armchair, and I smiled with an eye roll as I stood from the sofa.
"Come sit on my cock, Mireyah," Char murmured, a broad smile on his face as Tate positioned his shaft to stand straight up. Swaying my hips as I walked, I swung a leg over Tate's head so that I could straddle Char and sank down until he was positioned balls-deep inside me. "Hollis did you a favor," he whispered as Tate stood behind me.
His hand pressed at my shoulders, making me lean forward until my chest pressed against Char's and I nuzzled my face into his neck. "He got you ready for us," Tate murmured, sliding his length between my legs to nestle at my entrance alongside Char. When he pressed in, I tossed my head back in pleasure. There was nothing I loved more than feeling two of my men slide against one another inside me, the intimacy I gave them through my body the greatest aphrodisiac.
As Tate bottomed out inside me, Char fixed my hips so that he had a little leeway to move up and down from beneath me. One in and one out. A perfect rhythm that I knew from conversations gave them the ultimate friction.
And they knew it drove me wild. The power that only I could give them that was intoxicating.
With Char's hand buried in my hair and tugging my head back, he stared up at me as they made love to each other inside me. As they made love to me with a slow, steady pace that made everything build inside me all over again. "Are you going to come for us?" he asked.
I tried to nod, but he held my head firmly. "Good girl," Tate murmured, reaching a hand underneath me to stroke my clit once.
It was enough, sending me spiraling over the edge into another blinding orgasm. I knew the moment they both finished inside me, despite my overwhelming pleasure. Knew the exact moment that they filled me with their blessing, as my body felt like it fed from it. It was beyond simple pleasure, something that went down to our biology as Sires and Sired.
Straight to the place where our bond existed inside us.
It was more than love.
It was everything.
Ten
Mireyah
Chett was waiting for me when I arrived in front of the training center, but Thorus was nowhere in sight. It didn't seem to bode well for me.
"Where's Thorus?"
He shrugged. "He's getting some exercise. He'll join us on and off throughout the day."
"What are we doing?"
"Touring the Reserve. You're already familiar with it, but I just wanted to make sure you and Hydra know where everything is situated." He looked down. "Boots comfortable, I assume?"
I nodded.
"Good, let's start." He walked off toward the East. "This training center is the smaller one because it's where new recruits train. Given that the Dragon Guard don't normally accept new members from the rest of Demiorgo more than once every century, it doesn't get used much. That and we don't have many baby dragons so bonds outside our ranks are a rare occurrence."
We arrived in a large one-story building. Several Dragon Guards fought in the fields surrounding it, their weapons clashing and clinging in the air.
"Chett!" Several of the Dragon Guard shouted and waved.
My tour guide waved back and gestured to us. “This is Mireyah, our newest recruit and her Hydra. She’s getting the tour today.”
The Dragon Guard exchanged looks before waving at me. “Good luck, Mireyah!”
I wondered vaguely what I needed luck for if we would just be walking around the Reserve.
Beyond the fields, an uneven grouping of stones seemed to jut out from the ground, even visible through the tall grass. “Behind the training grounds, we have the Ridge of Stones. It’s a decent place to train. Whenever there are children born to Dragon Guard couples, they go there to play and practice since they’re immediately in the Dragon Guard once they Ascend.”
It looked dangerous, but the time I spent with the Dragon Guard showed me they operated outside what I could consider logical, even for more powerful beings like Gods. “Any of yours?”
He sighed and shook his head. “Sadly, no. Haisley and I haven’t had any children. We still have a lot of time.”
I nodded, and I assumed he wanted to get away from the conversation because he walked forward quickly. He pointed at a rather thick growth of forests that bordered the field where the training area ended.
“The Cadre’s Headquarters and where they train. They’re very secretive, so I can’t take you there. But that’s where they spend a majority of the time they have here in the Reserve. They aren’t here often though. Most of their time is dedicated to being in the Unwanted Lands.” We stopped, and I attempted to peer through the trees. All I managed was to get an eerie feeling of being watched. Waiting for me, pulling me in.
“Mireyah, catch up.” I startled and looked up to see that Chett had moved off. I looked down at Hydra, who was as glued to the spot as I was. I nodded and with a gesture at Hydra, we sprinted to follow him down the paved path.
We arrived in the area that was one of the busiest in the entire grounds. Home base. I knew it well since it was where I had to go when I needed food and Chett forgot to get some for us occasionally during my training days. On those days, Haisley would come barrelling in to drag us off to lunch.
“You know this area, Mireyah. The Home Base has the Dining Hall, quarters for Dragon Guard and their Dragons, the
supplies area, the library and the archives.” He quickly walked around, pointing at the familiar buildings.
“Chett, darling,” Haisley came barrelling out of the supplies area with a big open box where cloth could be plainly seen inside. “What are you all doing here? It’s too early for lunch yet, isn’t it?”
“Yes, my love, quite early. It’s Mireyah’s guided tour today,” Chett explained as he plucked the box from Haisley’s hand to carry himself.
Haisley gave him a quick kiss on the cheek when he did and wrapped her arm around mine. “My Chett is a sweetheart. How is the tour going so far?”
I chuckled. “Practically a gentle giant,” I teased.
Chett laughed and his cheeks reddened with a hint of blush.
Haisley giggled. “Next to me I suppose he is. I’m the scary one, though.”
“Very much so. And even if you weren’t, you still are.” Chett started walking forward, and Haisley and I followed along in his wake.
“Damn right! Anyway, tour?”
“Right, I forgot you asked. It’s been good so far. The Reserve is vast though. We’ve been walking since early morning and I fear for my feet.” I looked down and Hydra’s head bobbed up and down as though she agreed with me. I wouldn’t have needed the action to understand her. Not when she broadcasted her thoughts so thoroughly.
“Your feet will be fine. If not, ask one of your five Sires to give you a foot massage.”
I stopped and thought of it. Hollis would massage my feet, but would any of the others? They were much more likely to distract me with dominance than rub my feet.
“I’ll consider it,” I mused.
“Good. Anyway, I’m glad I’ve got company walking back to my building.” We climbed two flights of stairs to a more elevated area in the Reserve. On the very highest point sat a stately black building that seemed to gleam dully in the late morning sunlight.