Midnight Flame and Crowns : a Shifter and Demon Fantasy Romance Boxed Set

by Meg Xuemei X

But he was the one who had invaded my forest and tried to take me away from my home.

  This ended now. At this moment, my pack was retreating toward the far north region. They would be safe.

  “I won’t fly on that creature,” I repeated. “In fact, I won’t fly at all.”

  “You’re my prisoner now, wolf girl,” the Dragonian leader said. “So get used to doing whatever I ask you to.”

  “Make me,” I said.

  “If that’s what you want,” he said.

  I inhaled the earthy fragrance of the forest. This could be my last breath, but I would bring him down with me. His scream of agony would be a melody.

  His men would never find the First Witch, even if they turned every stone on Earth.

  I sauntered toward him to meet him halfway, planning to use the beast as a shield after I was done with the ringleader.

  The alligator leapt and swept his rider behind him with his mighty wings. The beast faced me, his big ice-blue eyes meeting my dark ones.

  Hello, Witchling, the alligator said.

  What? I stumbled back. What the hell?

  I didn’t expect you to be the nervous type, the alligator said and let out a chuckle like a half-thunder.

  Did you—did you talk to me? I asked.

  Who else can I talk to other than the only witch who can communicate with my kind? He sighed. He actually sighed as if he thought I was dumb.

  How do you know who I am? I demanded, my mind’s voice hard and cold as panic shot through me. You must have taken me for someone else!

  I won’t tell your secrets, Witchling, the alligator said lazily, if that’s what you’re worried about.

  My taut shoulder muscles didn’t relax at his easy promise.

  C’mon, get on my back, he said. I won’t bite and I won’t drop you. Never drop you.

  Are you the Oracle? Even as I said that, I knew it couldn’t be. The Dragonian leader had said the Oracle was female. He now darted his piercing gaze between his alligator and me, his face unreadable.

  No, no, no. The alligator shook his huge head as if I kept him amused. I’m Ventus, Guardian of Wind. I won’t harm you, Freyja.

  I narrowed my eyes. How did you know my name?

  You talked to your wolves, and I overheard, he said. Now get onto the seat before everyone gets suspicious.

  Fine, I could use him if he turned out to be an ally.

  “I’ll ride him alone,” I told the Dragonian leader as I put my gloves on, “if you want me to go with you.”

  “He’s my rightful ride, so you’ll ride with me,” the ringleader said. “Each guardian will only take two passengers.”

  I looked around. His men had mounted the alligators, two men on each beast.

  Then I would ride on another alligator. I didn’t want to saddle with this nasty half-breed. If I could mental talk to this alligator, I could communicate with the rest. I would persuade them to rebel against their former riders and follow me to freedom.

  “I’ll ride with Lucas,” I said, turning my head to the shifter.

  Lucas grinned from ear to ear. “Anytime, wolf girl,” he said, turning to gesture to his partner—the advanced human—to empty the seat.

  “Back off, Lucas,” the ringleader said.

  Large hands seized my narrow waist while I considered the shape shifter. I snapped my head, and the ringleader lifted me in the air. This close, I could smell his powerful male scent mixed with wood and leather. Suddenly I was lost, and then I was on the front seat strapped on Ventus’ back. With a swift move, the ringleader settled behind me, his hard chest pressing against my back and his inner thighs crowding mine.

  “Wait!” I called.

  “We’ve waited long enough,” said the Dragonian leader. “No more causing trouble.”

  Earth! He kidnapped me, and he thought I was the troublemaker just because I protested?

  The ringleader whistled noisily, and Ventus surged into the sky. Bone-chilling wind slammed into my cheeks and whooshed by my ears.

  With a yelp, I tugged my hood tightly around my face.

  The Dragonian behind me didn’t seem to mind the strong current. He must have thicker skin. I lowered my head, not wanting to shield the rigid airstream for him.

  His hand gripped the handle embedded between Ventus’ scales; his free arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. I was tempted to slam my elbow into his abdomen, but his embrace was surprisingly pleasant. It was solid and warm.

  “You’ve never flown before, right?” he asked.

  You have no idea, I thought.

  “After you get used to it,” he said, “you’ll like the thrill of flying. Roaming in the sky is the best experience. It’s freedom. It’s—”

  I turned my face halfway so he could hear me as I shouted at him, “Thank you for telling me how I should feel, but I’d appreciate it more if you stop talking.”

  That shut him up.

  Ventus roared with laughter.

  This will be a very interesting journey, he said in my head.

  I snorted in answer.

  The Guardian of Wind climbed into the high clouds and sent me straight into the freezing air.

  CHAPTER 4

  Sky Travel

  Soon I learned the names of the other three guardians: Ignis—Guardian of Fire, Glacies—Guardian of Ice, and Mettalum—Guardian of Metal. There were seven of them; the rest were in Atlantis—the Dragonians’ capital.

  I’m proud of you, Witchling, Ventus offered me peace, gliding through the clouds. You didn’t throw up.

  I hadn’t experienced the vertigo I’d thought I would have. Perhaps it was because I felt safe with the Guardian of Wind through our newly formed bond. Perhaps the calling of the wind had always been in my blood and I’d only just heard it. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, potent Angel blood flowed in my veins. I hadn’t inherited their wings, but I had their taste and craving for roaming freely in space.

  Actually, Ventus, I said, I wouldn’t mind vomiting onto the passenger behind me.

  Ares will be furious, Ventus said.

  Do I look like I care how he huffs and puffs? I said.

  Ventus chuckled hard.

  “What’s wrong with him?” the half-blood ringleader grunted, his rich voice vibrating through my back. “Ever since he met you, he hasn’t acted normally. What did you say to him? Can you talk to him, too?”

  I ignored him out of spite but learned forward to rub the space on Ventus’ neck between the scales, knowing the guardian would like it.

  The half-breed just insulted you, I told the beast. I don’t think he appreciates a mighty being like you. You can be your own master. Why don’t we drop him? You and your brothers can all come with me. No one will ever rule over you again.

  Already scheming, Witchling? Ventus asked.

  Why are you loyal to him? I asked. He doesn’t deserve it.

  Oh, he deserves it. You just can’t see it beneath his hard exterior, Ventus said.

  I see that he came to my world, threatened my pack, and abducted me, I said.

  He has his reasons, Ventus said. You need to see the bigger picture, Witchling.

  Turning the guardians against the Dragonians would take more than a few private conversations.

  What are you, by the way? I asked.

  We’re genetically advanced beings, Ventus said.

  That made sense. The Dragonians were the engineering race, notorious for messing with DNA. They’d upgraded their technology after stealing the Angels’ science.

  After the war, the High Prince of All Angels had destroyed every single flying machine that wasn’t his, and forbidden earthlings from developing space technology. When it came to guaranteeing the safety of his Fey mate and her subjects, he was borderline paranoid, even though the Fey had put the impenetrable magic walls back up in Twilight Realm to separate themselves from the mortals.

  Since the High Prince was the sole being who possessed the most powerful army and battleships, the Dr
agonians wouldn’t want to test his patience by breaching their peace agreement with his mate. Instead, they turned to an alternative and made the seven flying beasts.

  How creative.

  Is your rider also a genetically advanced being? I asked. He was a hybrid, and I’d seen how he moved. No normal person could be that fast.

  He’ll be happy to discuss his origin with you once he gets to know you. You two got off on the wrong foot, but things will get better. You have a lot in common.

  I didn’t believe it a little bit.

  Then I felt the calling—the wind was like fire on my skin.

  Show me what it’s like to be the Guardian of Wind, I requested. Don’t give the half-blood any warning.

  That I can do, Ventus answered with a steep dive.

  He swooped in a high arc, turned while shooting up vertically, then sailed forward like lightning.

  “Spin!” I called.

  He did, making rounds and rounds in and out of the clouds.

  The wind, freedom, and speed made me feel glorious. I spread my arms, threw my head back, and roared.

  The Dragonian behind me hadn’t made a sound when the guardian danced in the wind, and now he sneaked an arm around my waist, his delightful laughter in my ear.

  Just like that, I was dragged back to reality.

  It wasn’t completely unpleasant.

  Even with my cloak and his sculpted armor between us, his heat radiated toward me.

  I’d never been this close to anyone. No man had ever held me like this. The primal need to be touched hit me like a brick. My body wanted this male.

  But I would feel the pleasure; he would suffer agony.

  At the moment, I wanted to pretend all was nice as I enjoyed his strong arm around me. Unfortunately, he broke the spell again by opening his mouth.

  “Did you have him do that?” he asked, impressed. “He’s never done that for me.”

  I pried his fingers from my waist and flung his arm aside. “He knows you’re no fun,” I said.

  “I was trying to prevent you from falling,” he said, but he didn’t sneak his arm around me again.

  Something hard stuck to my lower back. The vindictive Dragonian didn’t take my rejection well.

  “Could you remove your knife?” I turned my face and shouted through my gritted teeth.

  “My knife?”

  “The handle of your knife is sticking into my back and it’s uncomfortable!”

  “It’s not a knife,” he said quietly.

  I huffed and swept a hand behind me to grab the handle. It was wrapped in silky cloth. And it was so thick that my hand could only wrap half around it.

  “Ouch, gentle,” the Dragonian warned, his hand gripping my wrist.

  I twisted my body and looked down. I was holding his manhood inside his undergarment. I felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks.

  “See what I mean? Not a knife,” he said.

  I dropped it like a burning coal.

  “It’s not that bad,” he said. “Other females get giddy holding it.”

  Just because he had a hot body, he thought all females would swoon over him? I wondered how he would really feel if I removed my glove and stroked it. The word Death danced in my mind.

  Yet my fingers twitched, needing to hold his cock again, despite my better judgment.

  “Give me a break,” I said in my best snide tone.

  “Men are easily aroused, for all sorts of reasons,” he said, and I could hear a lazy smile in his voice. “And I’m a red-blooded, full grown male. You should not be shocked.”

  “So I’m supposed to relax and feel giddy like your other women?” I asked incredulously.

  “Are you a virgin?” he asked, his eyes heated golden. “Your face is beet red.”

  “That’s none of your concern,” I said. “My face turned red because I was indignant at your offense. I wasn’t being shy.”

  His dark eyebrows creased. “You shouldn’t consider it an insult. It’s not like every woman can get me hard. In truth, no female has piqued my interest for six long months, until you popped into the picture. There’s something strange about you. Maybe it’s the animalistic heat in you that brought out something animal in me.”

  I was speechless before I leered at him. Maybe I should show him my real animalistic heat?

  Ventus coughed in warning. Could he read my mind? Mind-reading and telepathy were two different things. And my mental shield was in place.

  But I got that message. If I harmed his master, the beast would toss me from the sky. Fine, I could wait a little longer to have my revenge, but I drove my elbow down toward his erection as a warning.

  A large hand caught my elbow. The Dragonian was faster than anyone had the right to be.

  “That’s uncalled for, wolf girl,” he said. “Provoke me and I’ll lose my temper. When I lose it, you won’t like the shit you’re going to take.”

  I was sizzling with fury.

  He sighed. “You’re too serious about this. So, you roared and got me excited. What’s the big deal? I won’t do anything to you without your consent. I’ve never forced a woman in my life. In fact, even if you beg me to fuck you, I’ll have to turn you down, because I’ll be bonded with another.”

  I was tired of him.

  “Just remove your thing,” I said.

  “Can’t do. There isn’t enough space here.”

  He was Ventus’ master and the only one who ever rode the beast, so the saddle only had one seat.

  “If I move further from you,” he said. “I’ll have to sit on his scale, which will hurt my butt. My buttocks aren’t rocks.”

  They looked like rocks to me.

  “Why don’t you let me sit with Lucas since his saddle has two seats?” I asked.

  “Are you kidding me?” he growled. “I won’t hold Einarr in my arms.”

  Einarr was the advanced human who sat behind the shifter.

  “Don’t keep fighting me over such petty things,” he grated. “This is but a minor inconvenience to you. When you find the First Witch for me, you’ll have your freedom. And you and your wolves can live in luxury.”

  I laughed coldly. “My pack fancies modern toilets.”

  “Believe me,” his voice softened, “I didn’t expect to be turned on by you and I don’t like it anymore than you do. But ease your mind. My interest will fade quicker than you know.”

  His whisper sent a tingling sensation through my body. His intoxicating male scent muddled my mind. For a few seconds, I didn’t register the rest of his words as they passed by my ear. “…it’s up to you to make this journey short, or a long, insufferable one. Find the First Witch for me quickly, and you’ll get what you want.”

  His shifted his position, his hard length erecting upward instead of pressing into my lower back. Soon, it dropped to prick against my flesh as if I were gravity. He adjusted his posture again, but it only caused his cock to rub up and down my back, which was even more disturbing.

  He groaned in frustration.

  His interest would fade quicker than I knew?

  I sat straight and taut as I sneered, my nerves on edge.

  I’d expected to feel repulsed, but the repulsion never came. Every time his dick brushed me, a shiver of pleasure ran through me. I fantasized holding it and rubbing it between my bare thighs.

  Stupid! I snapped myself out of it.

  “For Earth’s sake,” I hissed, “just leave it be. I can suffer you a little longer.”

  “It should be down by now,” he said in anger. “I don’t understand why it likes you so much. You aren’t even my type. I prefer refined, sophisticated females.”

  I didn’t react since I was getting bored of counting how many times he’d insulted me.

  “A female like the First Witch,” he added.

  I snickered. Only if he knew.

  “But I assure you, wolf girl,” he said. “It reacts but won’t act. You’re safe with me.”

  “Let’s start with you stoppi
ng molesting me,” I said.

  “I wasn’t molesting you,” he grated. “Today is an accident. It won’t happen again.”

  “I’ll hold you to it,” I said.

  He endeavored to get it down, and when he kept failing, a string of curses flew out of him. While he was distracted, I decided to fish for information.

  If the Oracle pointed the Dragonian in my direction, she had to know that I wasn’t just the wolf girl, but she didn’t reveal more than that. It seemed she was leaving the decision up to me to tell the Dragonian who I was.

  Why? Why had she betrayed me and protected me at the same time?

  “What does the First Witch look like?” I asked a side question to disarm him first.

  “A rare beauty, of course,” he said.

  “Did the Oracle describe her physique for you?” I asked.

  “You’ll lead me to her.”

  “You do know that I’ve never met her either, right?” I said. “You might have a better chance finding her on your own.”

  Ventus snorted and my heart tightened. The beast not only knew I was a witch, but that I was the First Witch. How did he know? Would he sell me out? When worse came to the worst, I would just touch them both and be done with them.

  I pretended I hadn’t heard the guardian’s mocking laugh. He couldn’t speak anyway. Even if he managed to get the message to his master, the brute would have an extreme hard time to believe the First Witch was right under his nose.

  “The Oracle said to stick to you and you would eventually lead me to her,” the ringleader said. “She’s never been wrong. She said I needed to find the wolf girl first, and I found you.”

  “I’m not really a wolf,” I said.

  “You’re the only one hanging with a wolf pack,” he said. “That makes you the wolf girl. You can communicate with them.”

  “If I were the wolf girl,” I said, “I would have known where the First Witch is, but I’m as clueless as you are. I’ve never heard of her in my life. If I were you, I wouldn’t let the blind lead the blind. You should go back to the Oracle and ask for your money back.”

  “She accepted no money.”

  “Then what did you offer her?”

  He ignored the question. “She’s the one who told Commander North Darken about the Sky Power and helped him win the war against the Angels.”