Jord

by S Cinders

  Jord

  Dragon Kings Book Three

  S. Cinders

  Published by Eclipse Press

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  S.Cinders

  Jord

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-948140-54-6

  v1

  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

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  Chapter 1

  Quin's wings unfurled and he sailed along the mountain ridges of the Rockies, thankful for the cover of night. He had been on Earth for a total of seven hours and, already, he was missing his home in the West Seas.

  Quin, Dragon King of the West Sea and formally named 黃龍 Huánglóng, spent many hours within the depths of the seas. As a water deity, Quin controlled all the creatures in the sea. He also had some talent manipulating the weather, but not as much as his twin brother, Cane.

  Quin was known as the amiable twin, or as Quin liked to think, the one without the giant stick up his ass. As he soared through the skies, Quin wondered if perhaps there was something in the water on Pavo. He couldn't possibly understand what had caused his brothers to behave in such a manner. First, Cane made a complete idiot of himself when he fell for Zoe. Then, Titus did the same damn thing with the half breed, Ava.

  Quin didn't get it. He had no idea what would cause his brothers to take mates. He liked to fuck as well as the next dragon, but that didn't mean he was willing to tie himself down. Speaking of fucking, that reminded Quin that he needed to find a woman to slake his lust. The thought of bedding a human female was one he didn't quite relish. They often couldn't handle the rigors of lovemaking that he enjoyed.

  Maybe it was better that he forget his lusty needs and stick to his assignment to locate Titus and Ava. He also needed to find the Valkyrie woman, Gemma. The problem was that the Earth was a pretty big place, so in order for Quin to search, he really needed to fly. Now, humans weren't used to fire breathing dragons, and that could cause some issues with the locals. There were spells and enchantments to keep the human eye from seeing a dragon, but nothing was foolproof.

  A twinge of unease rippled through him. Was somebody watching him? He pushed the thought away. Quin had never loved coming to the Human Realm, not that he had been there in a thousand years or more. Humans were greedy, hateful beings—much like dragons now that he thought about it.

  A wide smile broke upon his massive dragon face, razor-sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight and fire flaming as he laughed at his thoughts. Most dragons were greedy, hateful, and took everything they could for their own. Maybe dragons and humans had more in common than he previously thought.

  The truth was that dragons didn't like humans because they felt the humans were inferior. Perhaps that's why this mission chafed so much. Gemma might be a famed warrior in one of the greatest armies in history. But she started out as a human. In Quin's book, that just didn't cut it. It was almost insulting that someone such as himself, a dragon king, should be reduced to chasing after her.

  He had important things he could be doing—namely the mermaids on Trimble Bay.

  The sun began to peek its head over the mountaintop, and Quin huffed, knowing that it was time to find some shelter and get some rest. Titus' mate, Ava, had an apartment somewhere in the United States Midwest. He needed to find this location as soon as possible.

  A whizzing sound sliced through the air just before a searing pain ripped into in his left wing. Quin began to spiral toward the ground. He flapped furiously with the right, but the damage sustained was too much for the one wing to compensate for. Earth was hurtling toward him at a rapid rate.

  When he crashed, the sound reverberated through his skull. He knew that despite his protective covering, he had been gravely injured. A dragon's wings were one of their most vulnerable spots. Consciousness swam around him and he tried desperately to stay coherent. His body felt far heavier than it should have.

  "You are bigger than I thought you would be," a woman commented from somewhere near his head. Sadly, Quin didn't have the energy to see who it was.

  Quin barked a laugh and rumbled, "That's what she said." However, in dragon form, it was difficult to decipher.

  "Who are you?" the woman demanded. "I am looking for the dragon king named Quin."

  Nobody demanded anything of him, Quin thought wryly. With extreme effort, he opened his eyes. A small woman with large, almond-shaped eyes and creamy skin appeared in his line of vision. Her hair was either a dark blonde or light brown and was surprisingly curly.

  Her eyes narrowed as she moved to see the damage to his wing, "Someone tried to kill you. We aren't safe out in the open. Can you shift to move?"

  Quin tried to concentrate on shifting, but the pain and loss of blood were starting to take its toll.

  There was a distant sound of men's voices alerting him that he needed to listen to the woman. And then gentle hands cupped his dragon's face. She didn't seem to care about the razor-sharp teeth or the heated breath. She looked him right in the eye, and Quin felt something tighten inside of him—the human side.

  "Dragon Warrior, I am sworn to help those who are less fortunate—and at the moment, that is you. But if you do not help yourself, I cannot move you."

  The moment was lost. First of all, he was a king, not a warrior. And second, where did she get off calling him less fortunate? He was nothing of the sort. Quin's indignation was enough to force him to concentrate and he shifted into his human form.

  The woman's eyes widened. "Well, you are a big boy."

  Quin's smirk quickly turned into a grimace as he said his joke for the second time, "That's what she said."

  Gemma rolled her eyes. "Listen, we need to move; they are getting closer."

  Gemma wrapped an arm around his waist. It was rather comical, considering he was so much bigger than she was. But Quin appreciated the help. Movement was difficult with his injuries. His dragon's body would heal just as easily in his human form. But it didn't mean that he would be saved from the pain.

  "I don't suppose you would be the Valkyrie, Gemma?" Quin rasped.

  Gemma cocked a hip, her brow rising. "Seems to me that I asked who you were first."

  "Quin, Dragon King of the West Sea."

  Gemm
a scoffed, "That wasn't so hard, was it? Now, do you think you can run, or do I need to drag you?"

  It was Quin's turn to scoff as he rose to his full height—bare ass naked.

  * * *

  Gemma wasn't a very large woman, although she was muscled and had a distinct air of aggressiveness to her. As the dragon in human form presented himself, Gemma felt a stirring low in her belly. She had never found the form of a naked man to be so arousing. Her eyes kept darting to the massive cock that lay flaccidly against his thigh.

  At his full height, his cock was right near her fingertips. She was tempted to touch it. Another snap of a twig, and she grabbed his arm instead. "Run!"

  They raced through the forest, Quin following in Gemma's footsteps. She led him over a stream and around an abandoned mine. It seemed like they were running for hours, or perhaps that was just because he was so exhausted from the wound.

  When at last they settled in a dark cave, Quin slumped against the wall. His body, that had been drenched from sweat after the run, began to shake with chills.

  "You will catch your death," Gemma muttered. "Don't you have enough sense to light a fire? You are a dragon, aren't you? We need to get some food into you."

  Quin shook his head. "It's too late for that?"

  Gemma scowled despite the worry that now began to creep inside. "What do you mean? You aren't dead yet."

  Quin coughed, a hollow rattling sound. "My fire, it's having a hard time heating me. I need to build up some reserve."

  Gemma blinked, saying, "I don't know much about dragons. But go ahead and do what you need to do."

  Quin laughed again, but this time, he was shaking so badly that Gemma's face betrayed her worry.

  When he was able to, Quin informed Gemma of the truth about dragons. "We need sex for fire. So, unless you are volunteering to take the duty on, I am in bad shape."

  Gemma gasped loudly, but Quin was starting to feel dizzy and couldn't focus on her.

  "Yes," Gemma said softly.

  "Yes, what, cupcake?"

  Gemma shook her head. "You really are stupid."

  Quin smiled, but his eyes were turning glassy.

  Gemma marched up to his naked body and yanked it hard against her own. In seconds, Quin was as hard as a rock.

  "Rule one, you aren't the boss," Gemma said, licking his neck and then biting down gently in his ear. "Rule two, this is only to save your life. I have no intention of being a dinosaur baby mama."

  Quin coughed. "Dragon, we are dragons."

  "Whatever."

  Quin rolled his eyes.

  "When we are through, nobody speaks of this day ever again. Are we agreed?"

  Quin took one look at her deliciously curvy body and said the first thing that came into his head.

  "Fuck yeah!"

  Chapter 2

  Gemma shoved the dragon shifter to his back and tried to ignore the way he grinned up at her. The stupid bastard was supposed to be a god. He certainly was handsome enough to be one. With his chiseled features and well-honed body, one could easily see that he was far too beautiful to be a human.

  There was a raw animal magnetism to him that glinted in his eyes as he tempted her. This dragon king had tempted her from the moment she had laid eyes on him. He was different from the demi-god Zoe had described as her mate. Zoe spoke in reverence of her master.

  This beast of a man wasn't looking for a servant; he wanted a partner to engage in some rough and dirty sex. Well, he was in luck; that was just how Gemma liked it. She grabbed the edges of her tunic and ripped it over her head.

  Gemma wasn't large in stature and didn't have the siren's body that had tempted so many in the past. Her breasts were small and firm, her hips gently rounded, and she fought far too much to have an ounce of fat on her body. Thinking of the voluptuous Zoe, she wondered if the dragon was indeed just fucking her to live.

  It honestly didn't matter, she told herself, even though it really did. His gaze had dropped to her dusky nipples and she could have sworn there was a spark of fire in their depths. His cock was long and thick, the top of it glossy with precum. Her mouth watered, and she longed to taste it.

  He wasn't moving, whether from his injuries, or because he was waiting to see what she would do. So, she decided to do what she wanted to. With a long lick, she leaned over and tasted his manly musk combined with the silky essence on his desire.

  Quin gasped, clearly not expecting her movement. She grinned and gave the bulbous head of his cock a thorough lick before she let it pop out of her mouth.

  "I am going to need some encouragement," she said with a teasing glint.

  "Anything," Quin rasped and then followed it with a smirk, "I am yours to command."

  Gemma liked the sound of that. She stood, her legs slightly apart just enough so that he could see her pussy and the glistening folds that beckoned him. Then she moved to his shoulders and straddled his face.

  Quin reached up, grabbing her ass and yanking that sweet pussy down so that it met his mouth, and then he gave her all the encouragement she needed. His tongue licked her from end to end, savoring the sweet, honey taste of her.

  She wasn't shy and had no problems spreading her legs further so that he could take her fully into his mouth. He licked and sucked her tender folds and then kissed her sex as if he was kissing her mouth. The soft sweeping of his tongue had her writhing on top of his face.

  She sank her hands in his hair and gasped when one of his hands had rounded the small round puckered hole of her ass. He teased her ring as he ate her pussy, clearly enjoying every minute of it and making Gemma wild with need.

  She had always been a fan of sex, but never before had it felt so blazingly hot. She rocked against his face, fucking it with her sex and praying that he would take her over the edge before she totally lost her shit. And then his finger entered her ass just as he sucked hard on her clit and she spiraled over, shaking and coming so hard that spots appeared before her eyes.

  In seconds, she was on her back and he was looming over her.

  "My turn to be in charge," he rasped, his mouth coming down and taking hers in what could only be called a battle of a kiss. They both fought for dominance, kissing hard as nails bit into flesh and tongue clashed. The fact that her taste was on his tongue only made her that much hotter.

  She could feel the hard length of him above her, but he hadn't placed his full weight. She wanted to feel every inch of his frame smashing into her tender skin. Her nails raked his shoulders and he growled from somewhere deep in his throat.

  She smiled into the kiss, and then, before she knew what was happening, his hard cock was nudging at her entrance. She spread her legs wide to take him, but he only slipped the tip inside as he continued to kiss the ever-loving hell out of her.

  She was panting again and already feeling that spiraling need to have more, get more, take more. She shoved her hips forward, but he just moved back, prolonging her agony.

  Wrenching her lips away from his kiss, she warned, "Fuck me, you bastard, or you will feel the taste of my blade as it spills your guts on the dirt."

  Quin smiled, the full force of his godliness in his gaze.

  "I think I like you." He nipped at her lower lip just as he rammed his massive cock all the way into her tight channel.

  Gemma screamed as she felt herself being forced to take his massive length. He was far larger than any warrior that she had bedded in Valhalla. True, he wasn't just a warrior; this man was a god. He moved out and thrust back inside, going deeper this time and then deeper still.

  Her body scrambling to keep up with him, she arched her hips, and when he sank inside of her, she clenched her inner muscles tight.

  "Fucking hell," he rasped, and the slow and steady thrusts turned into hard fucking as he took her over and over again.

  She spiraled over the edge, not once or even twice. But on the third time, when she felt overly sensitive and certain that she hadn't anything else left in her, he swelled slightly within, and a
t the first spurt of his cum, she exploded once again beneath him.

  Her body was in a state that she had never entered before where everything seemed soft and floaty.

  "Are you all right?" His gruff question had her thinking about the state of her body.

  She felt tired and sore and gloriously sated. In point of fact, she felt better than she ever could have imagined.

  "I'll live," she grumbled, not bothering to open her eyes.

  Quin barked out a laugh and then didn't bother to pull out of her before gathering her close and following her into a deep, restorative sleep.

  Chapter 3

  "You said you wouldn't talk about it!" Gemma growled out in half exasperation and half irritation.

  Quin shrugged. "No, you said we wouldn't speak of it. I said dragons needed sex in order to survive, and I have to say I am feeling a bit peckish."

  Gemma rounded on the massive male who was walking beside her in the forest, "Are you trying to tell me that the reason why you can't transform is because you need to have sex?"

  Quin's eyes glinted dangerously. "I am saying that it is a possibility, and you are just being stubborn!"

  "The last time was to save your life. You are not in danger of dying, you overgrown lizard!"

  "Dragon," Quin corrected, stepping around her and continuing on their course, even though neither one was particularly certain where they were going. The plan had been to locate the person who had shot at Quin. Whatever they had used to shoot him down had caused him not to be able to shift back into his dragon. It was as if half of him was missing.