Dementor (Rolling Thunder MC Birmingham Book 1)

by Candace Blevins

  “No orgasms until my dick’s buried in your cunt. Tell me if you’re too close to hold back and I’ll help you out.”

  She’d never been taught to control her orgasms, and I wasn’t of a mind to insist. Maybe someday, but we had time. Or, at least I hoped to have decades with this woman.

  She danced and screamed, and asked me to help her not come over and over, with shorter and shorter times between. Eventually, I released her from the winch, bent her over a spanking bench, put the protective donuts on my dick so I wouldn’t bottom out, and fucked her hard and fast until her pussy clamped down on my dick and spasmed, and I thought I’d lose it, but I held onto my control through a dozen of her orgasms before I finally came in the condom, deep inside her, rutting hard and playing with her swollen clit to make her come even harder.

  I was fading fast, so I gathered all my personal things and texted the prospect to make sure the big dungeon was cleaned before the spa opened for business. I also texted Khan so he could double-check and make sure the prospect didn’t fuck it up.

  And then I once again secured the hood on Ember’s head so I could carry her back upstairs, but this time I held her like an infant. I put soothing cream on all her hurt places, put a plug in her ass with butt cream on it, set my alarm for one o’clock, made sure the blackout blinds were pulled, and fell into bed with my already sleeping swan.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Ember

  I don’t know why I keep things from him. He knew all my deep dark secrets now.

  Well, I still had one left, and Sophia wanted me to tell him, but I was afraid to.

  He loved calling me his little swanling. Would he still love me when I was a dragon? I mean, technically I’d be both, but Aaron told me the dragon generally overpowered the swan in most people when it came to temperament. Sophia hadn’t been as affected as most of the swans they’d turned, probably because as Swan Queen, the swan energy was so strong.

  My swan got to come out to play more often once we moved into the biker’s neighborhood. D helped me change, and then he morphed into his grizzly bear.

  I still wasn’t terribly sure about the sweetbutts, but I was used to them and the way the MC men treated them now. The club started having these competitions, and it felt like they were trying to condition the women towards pain play. When I asked D about it, he told me not to concern myself with the sweetbutts.

  One night, Banshee was a little twatwaffle. I secretly cheered her on when she rebuffed Khan, and was a little surprised when he fucked Crystal instead. But when she walked away from Squatch a little later, I was scared for her. He called her back to him and ordered her to lift her skirt and bend over the sofa, but she put her hands on her hips and told him, “I don’t want to be fucked by you right now. Find someone else.”

  Not only had she refused a biker, she’d refused the Sergeant-at-Arms. The guy responsible for internal discipline.

  He looked around and his gaze landed on Mad Dog.

  “How many licks, do you think?”

  “At least thirty. Not more than a hundred, depending on what you use.”

  “Oh, she’s getting the belt.”

  Mad Dog shrugged. “Thirty to sixty? I’ll leave that up to you.”

  Banshee crossed her arms. “No. I don’t want to...” She looked around the room, and I noted her gaze stopped at Frost and she stared a handful of seconds before she told Mad Dog. “I’ve valued my time here. I like some of you more than others, and having to fuck whoever wants me isn’t working for me anymore, so I’ll leave.”

  And she’d walked out. No one moved to stop her. Dementor had told me the sweetbutts were free to leave at any time, and now I’d seen it in action. I was pretty sure she had a thing for Frost, and I’d thought he might have a thing for her a few times, but apparently not since he didn’t make a move to go after her.

  Ten seconds after she left, Squatch grabbed another of the girls, bent her over the back of the sofa, pulled her leggings down to her knees, rolled a condom on, and sank into her. Some of the sweetbutts let the men bareback them, others insisted on a condom. I’d never seen a biker insist on going bare with the women who asked for condom use.

  In a perverse way, I felt better about watching the sweetbutts being used and abused after that incident. I suppose it reassured me they could leave whenever they wanted.

  My job was constantly changing and always interesting. I never knew how things would be with a new client, but I always looked forward to it. I now suspect that Aaron’s people were handpicking them for me in those first months, because I didn’t have to guard any assholes. The first time I did, I got a phone call from Mac on my drive to work.

  “Miss Fancypants today is a Grade A Bitch. Don’t have a conversation with her. Explain the parameters and then focus on your surroundings. If you respond to her bitchiness things will go bad fast.”

  Do you have any idea how difficult it is to guard someone you wouldn’t mind seeing shot in the head? Somehow, I made it through the twelve hour shift, but damn.

  She was in town three days, and I focused on being the consummate professional.

  I was mentally exhausted at the end of the third day, so when I’d finished my paperwork and was ready to leave the Drake offices, I drove a couple thousand yards down the street and parked in Blaze’s lot. Dementor was on the door, and he saw me before I got to the back of the line. He motioned me to him and let me in without having to wait.

  “I’ve cleared it with Bobcat for you to use his office. Tell Billy what you want to eat and she’ll bring it to you. I’ll be in to check on you in about thirty minutes.”

  I could’ve gone to any restaurant and had someone bring me food, but somehow, sitting in Bobcat’s office and having three huge hamburgers brought to me made me want to cry. When Dementor finally came to me, I’d finished my food and had stretched out on Bobcat’s sofa. The feline manager had come to check on me twice, but otherwise, I’d had peace and quiet and food.

  Dementor eventually came into the office, but he didn’t make me talk. He lifted me into his arms and sat on the sofa with me cradled to his chest. I’d kept my bitch of a client safe for days, and it felt amazing to relax in D’s arms and let him make me feel safe and cared for. I completely let my guard down with him.

  “There’s something I need to tell you.”

  “I’m all ears.”

  “When our derby season’s over, probably in a few weeks unless we get lucky, I’m going to be turned into a dragon.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Dementor

  I’d heard rumors that the royal couple could turn swans into dragons, but I hadn’t taken them seriously. No one can change their animal.

  Only, Sophia did. She’d been born a swan and now she was a swan or a dragon, whichever she wanted to be. If Ember was telling me they intended to do it to her, I had to believe her.

  “How does that work?”

  “I don’t know the specifics, but Aaron and Sophia thought I needed to tell you it’ll be happening, so you have time to get used to the idea.”

  “A couple of weeks to get used to the idea? How long have you known?”

  “Since before I met you, but...” She sighed and snuggled into my arms more. “Please don’t be mad. At first, I couldn’t tell you because we weren’t a thing yet, and then when we became one, I worried you’d be upset I hadn’t already told you, and now I’m telling you and I should’ve told you two months ago, but I was scared everything would change.”

  “Why do you think anything will change?”

  “I’ll be a dragon. Sophia says I’ll have to watch my temper. That whole quick to anger thing? She says it can be a problem.”

  “What else might change?”

  “Ummm, pretty, shiny things? Aaron seems concerned I’ll go overboard with the whole jewelry thing.”

  I laughed. “I will love buying you lots of shiny things.”

  She opened her eyes and met my gaze. “No. You can’t encoura
ge it. Special occasions only, and even then, he says I should start learning to invest. Aaron says I have to teach the dragon to be happy looking over an asset sheet.”

  “What else?”

  “Control, mainly.” She closed her eyes and snuggled back in. “Unlike a swan, dragons can change at will, but I won’t have many opportunities. It’s possible I’ll be able to change to a swan at will, instead of only during sex. So far, only Sophia and one other have been able to. Either way, I’ve never had to fight to stay in my human form before.” She took a breath and opened her eyes again. “Dragons who are born to it are always the dragon. When they’re a human, they’re a dragon in human form. It isn’t like most shifters who have an animal nature and then their human nature. Those who’ve been turned from swans to dragons report the dragon characteristics cropping up in their human form when they don’t realize it.”

  “Okay, so we work through shit as it comes up.”

  “You aren’t mad?”

  “Dragons are much harder to kill than swans. How could I be mad?” But, I needed to tell her the rest. “I’m irritated about you not telling me, but I’m more hurt that you didn’t think we could talk about it before now. This is clearly something you intend to do whether I want you to or not, but I’d still like to hear how you arrived at this decision.” Because I wanted to make sure it was her decision and not something Aaron and Sophia had pushed her to.

  “I can do my job better as a dragon. Better hearing and sight, more magic, and he says I’ll be smarter. Not book-smarter, but logic and problem solving. No one fools a dragon.”

  “And if you weren’t a bodyguard, would you still want to change who you are?”

  She gave a tiny headshake. “Sophia says it won’t change who I am. My morals and ethics will be the same. Everything in my life that’s formed the person I am now will still be there. I’ll be stronger, quicker on my feet both mentally and physically, and harder to trick or fool or confuse. I’ll have to watch my temper, but Aaron doesn’t think I’ll have a problem controlling it. My time with Able and his owls taught me not to act on my temper and not to speak without thinking.”

  “A bear and a dragon doesn’t seem any more ridiculous than a bear and a swan, does it?”

  “Really? I’ll be bigger than you in animal form. You’ll be able to ride me, where you could carry me before.”

  She looked into my eyes as if trying to read them. Her scent had elements of disbelief and hope, as if she was afraid to believe I might be okay with it. Was that why she hadn’t told me?

  “I’ll still be able to carry you in swan form, right? Does it matter?” I gave her a cocky grin. “Besides, I kind of like the idea of riding a dragon.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “There won’t be a bit with reins, you know.”

  “Unfortunately, you’re probably right. I don’t think much of anything stands up to dragon fire, if the mythology is correct.”

  “Hmm.” She rested her head back on my chest and closed her eyes. “The future dragon in me wonders if bears might taste better with ketchup, or maybe some ranch dressing? No, I have it. Horseradish.” She opened her eyes and grinned. “A nice horsey sauce.”

  “Maybe on my dick for you to lick off. Perhaps we’ll try that tonight.” I stroked over her hair. Petting her. “I can put you in a room next door for a few hours until my shift is over. You can stay in here as long as Bobcat doesn’t need his office, but that isn’t likely to last much longer.”

  “Next door? The hotel?”

  “Yes. Little known fact, but we own it, too. Don’t tell anyone.”

  “I can drive home. I don’t want to be a pain.”

  I tilted her sideways so I could pull my phone out of my pocket, and called Magnum in the control room. We’d never let a prospect man it before, but he wasn’t far from being voted in and he was a damned fine geek. It was tricky because he didn’t know all our secrets, but we were making it work.

  “I need you to call next door and set me up with a regular room. Nice, but not a suite. I’ll be at the front desk in about five minutes to pick up the key.”

  “Roger that.”

  I hung up and held onto my phone. I could put it back later. “Done. No trouble. It isn’t like we’re fully booked. Anything else you need to tell me?”

  “I love you.”

  My heart stopped beating. I’d said it to her a few times, but it’d made her uncomfortable, so I’d stopped. It took a few seconds before I could pull enough air in to answer. “I love you, too.”

  I didn’t ask why she waited until now to tell me. She’d been afraid of my reaction — worried I’d reject the dragon. I tried not to sigh because I didn’t want her thinking I was upset she’d told me. I was upset she’d waited to tell me. There was a difference.

  “We have to communicate, Ember. Please don’t keep big things from me. I know there are some things you can’t tell me relating to your job, and you know there are club things I can’t tell you. Other than that, I need us to not keep secrets from each other.”

  “I don’t think there’s anything else.”

  I hesitated before saying it, but I had to. “You don’t think there is? Or there isn’t?”

  “If there is, it hasn’t occurred to me that it’s something you need to know. I don’t want to say something that isn’t absolutely true, so I’m being careful. I’m sorry if it sounds like I’m trying to get around the truth. I’m not. I’m being one hundred percent honest when I say I think you know everything medium sized and big. Anything little just hasn’t occurred to me to tell you.”

  I took a deep breath and analyzed her scent. Yeah, I was being a little rude to be so obvious about it, but the bear in me had to. I didn’t pick up on even a tiny bit of a lie. Not even any uncertainty. “Okay. If you think of something, tell me.”

  “And I have your secrets?”

  “Everything that relates to you.”

  “What did you just tell me about communication?”

  I stood with her in my arms, transferred her weight to my left arm long enough to put my phone in my pocket, walked to the door and opened it, and then resettled her in my arms as I made it to the side door.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Ember

  I awoke in the hotel room with D behind me, spooned in tight. He’d pounded my ass good when he finally got off work, and he usually prefers keeping lube to a minimum. I’m pretty sure my asshole had friction burns, but that was okay because I’d had orgasm and after orgasm, and I was no longer stressed. It’d been exactly what I needed despite the fact I’d begged him to add more lube.

  He stroked my arm, and I snuggled into him a little more. “I don’t actually know how a swan is turned into a dragon. Aaron says no one can know unless they participate. He also says he gets to decide who’s there, not me. Sophia told me I should get you to tell Aaron you want to be there.”

  He kissed my shoulder. “These things seem to always involve blood or sex, or a combination of the two. I’ll talk to him. What else has Sophia said?”

  “Just a lot of conversations about the magic I’ll have access to. They turned someone who went to the dark side within a year. Aaron says the darkness had to have been there before, just hidden. Sophia isn’t so sure. She says there are some morality situations they put those under consideration into now, and that I passed them all with flying colors. She’s certain I won’t turn evil.”

  “Do you know what the tests were?”

  “No, and she won’t tell me.” I turned in his arms so I was looking up at him. “Actually, I might know one of the times. I was running in the park and a turtle was upside down waving his little legs around. He was in a little indention, so it’s possible he wouldn’t have been able to flip himself back. I stopped, went down the embankment, turned him over, and settled him under a little bush for protection because I figured he’d be scared from being helpless and then freaked because a human had handled him. I had the oddest sensation that people were watching me whe
n I climbed the hillside back to the trail. I didn’t smell or hear anyone, so if they were, it had to be cameras.”

  “It makes sense.” He massaged my breast and I closed my eyes. His fingers are magic. “An act of kindness when no one’s watching might give you a window into someone’s true character.”

  “Because of the one who went bad, they now bring a vampire in to wipe memories, so no one knows how to turn a swan into to a dragon. Aaron had to kill her and many of the dragons she turned. He says he isn’t supplying troops for the dark side. You’ll have to be okay with that before you can be involved.”

  “I’ll talk to Aaron.”

  And then his lips were on mine and there were no more words.

  Dementor

  Aaron asked me to meet him at the Birmingham Drake office at five o’clock. A helicopter landed on the building as Mad Dog and I pulled our bikes into the parking lot. It seems we all arrived at the same time. The receptionist asked us to have a seat, but we stood to wait for him. It takes longer to park a ’copter than it does a bike.

  “Sorry, gentleman. I’d intended to be here most of the afternoon, but it didn’t work out that way. Let’s do this in my office.”

  As soon as the office door closed, his entire demeanor changed. “I set a meeting with Dementor,” he told Mad Dog. “Why are you here?”

  I answered before Mad Dog had a chance. “Because you’re going to demand I keep important secrets from my brothers, and while I’m personally okay with doing that for the membership at large, I need our president to know everything I know.”

  He met my gaze several long seconds before he motioned to the guest chairs and sat in one of them. “Whatever we talk about in here falls under the Concilio’s definition of not your secret to tell. It isn’t me you’ll face if you talk. Apollonius is a whole lot scarier than me.”