Fate of Dragons

by Olivia Ash

  I grin mischievously. “Is that a yes, or—”

  “We’re equals, Rory,” he says, his voice growly and deep. “You want something, you ask for it. You don’t command me, and I won’t command you.”

  He runs his lips along my jaw, and my eyes flutter closed from the sheer joy of the sensation. “Deal.”

  “There is one exception,” he says playfully.

  “And that is?”

  “My bed, my rules.” He presses his warm lips against my neck, and I can’t help but to melt into him. “I won’t hold back—because I know you can take it.”

  The sensation of his kisses along my skin ignites every lingering desire within me, and any shred of resistance dissolves in an instant.

  Here, now, I’m happily his.

  He dips his fingers in the small gap between my pants and my waist. With a sudden, powerful twist, he rips the fabric in two.

  A hole now ripped in the crotch of my pants, I gasp as cold air rushes against my inner thigh.

  But he isn’t done yet.

  He hooks two thick fingers around my underwear and pulls, instantly ripping that to shreds as well.

  “I needed those,” I say playfully, even as I arch my hips toward him, egging him on.

  He grins. “Oh, did you? How rude of me.”

  With my legs spread against him and my back against the wall, he has me pinned—I couldn’t get down even if I wanted to.

  And I most certainly do not want this to stop.

  With my entrance exposed through the hole he ripped in my clothes, he doesn’t give me time to even crack another joke.

  After a few deft tugs, he unzips his jeans and pulls out his thick cock. He’s already hard as a rock, too eager to undress.

  The hunger in his touch only makes me crave him more.

  Drew presses his mouth to mine and kisses me roughly. Lost in him, I weave my hands through his hair as he presses the tip of his massive cock against my entrance.

  He teases me, holding it there, running it expertly up and down the sensitive folds, sending shivers of delight through me with each pass.

  “Fair disclosure,” I say, gasping a little between words. “Tucker—he and I—oh, wow. That feels amazing—”

  “Yeah, I guessed you’re with him,” Drew says, his voice rough. “But I’m not afraid of some healthy competition.”

  With a few light thrusts, he forces the tip of his massive cock into me, stretching me.

  I squeeze my thighs against his core as I wrap my legs around him, silently begging for him to continue even as he pauses yet again, determined to tease me into oblivion.

  “I’m tempted to make you beg for it,” he says with a dark laugh, inching his cock a little deeper.

  “Don’t—” I gasp as he shoves his cock another inch inside of me, only to pause yet again. “Don’t you dare—”

  He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment. “We just agreed not to give each other orders.”

  I laugh, my head tilting backward in ecstasy as he begins to slowly slide in and out, working my entrance mercilessly, hinting at just what he can do what that delightful cock of his.

  “Do it,” he says with a wicked little grin. “Beg for it.”

  “You ass,” I gasp, breathless as he begins to pull out of me.

  The tip of his cock dips in and out, giving me only enough to imagine the rest, setting my nerves on fire with lust and need, until I can’t take another second of this torture.

  “Take me,” I demand, setting both my hands on his face, looking deep into his eyes. My voice is thick with lust and longing, but I don’t even care. “Take it all.”

  He grins, apparently satisfied. “If you insist.”

  With that, he bucks into me. He fills me to the brim, stretching me further than I even thought I could go. I gasp and arch my back, pressing my hips flat against his, somehow taking all of him in me.

  He sits there for a moment, letting me adjust as he sprinkles my neck with fiery kisses.

  As Drew’s cock stretches me, all I can do is marvel at him. This is a man who’s stronger even than me. Who can withstand my stubborn pride and survive a direct blast of the most powerful magic on Earth.

  And he’s mine.

  Still fully clothed, too impatient to take off anything at all, he slowly slides out of me. Just as his tip nears my entrance, he thrusts hard into me once more.

  With one hand against the wall for balance, his other hand grips my waist tightly, holding me in place. With each plunge, he pulls my hips down toward his cock, sending a flurry of ecstasy through me with every thrust. It’s like he wants me to experience every inch of him—or, perhaps he wants to experience every inch of me.

  He nibbles my neck, heightening the sensation of his massive cock diving into me. I gasp and moan, taking him, spreading my legs wider so that he can go deeper, thrust harder, take more of me in every way.

  For once, I truly am not in control.

  If I wanted to pin him, I wouldn’t be able to. The thought is surreal—to think this is one man I probably couldn’t take on in a fair fight, and he’s bucking into me as he has me pinned to a wall.

  But I love it.

  I wrap my arms around his neck as he stands upright. Quickly, both of his hands slide to my ass, keeping me rooted on his dick.

  In one powerful motion, he grips my ass tightly and lifts me off his cock. He kisses me fiercely, his warm lips against mine as he explores my mouth. I ease into him, relaxing, diving into his embrace.

  With absolutely no warning, he shoves my hips down and thrusts upward with his cock, ramming into me in a delightful new way. I quickly lose all track of time—and I don’t care in the least.

  As long as he continues to ride me, I’m happy.

  I gasp against him, his hot breath rolling over me as my eyes flutter closed. Again and again, he thrusts into me, never once letting me down, never once slowing except to mercilessly tease me.

  Eventually, an orgasm builds within me, starting at the tip of his cock, spreading through my core and becoming more intense as he rides me to my climax.

  When it finally hits, it explodes within me. I cum hard, the ecstasy mind-blowing as he continues to thrust into me again and again. I moan, digging my hands into his hair, my thighs pressed tight against his waist as I finally give in.

  I lose track of how long the orgasm lasts, but he rides me through the entire thing, only slowing when I finally begin to relax against him.

  When he’s sure I’m done, he finally releases within me and sighs, the blissful sound both happy and content. He leans his forehead against mine, holding me tightly.

  I shiver with pleasure as he empties himself deep within me, the hot rush both tantalizing and utterly delightful.

  Deeply satisfied, I run my fingers through his hair, utterly spent, breathing heavily as I hold him close.

  Gently, he sets me on his bed. He lays next to me grinning as he looks me over, beads of sweat pooling along his bare chest.

  “You’re such a bad influence on me,” he says with a wry grin.

  I laugh. “Wait, how am I the bad influence, here?”

  “Don’t act innocent.” He slips his hand under my shirt and runs his fingertips along my body, tracing the curves of my waist and navel. “That was highly illegal. You’re claimed by a thunderbird, after all.”

  I roll my eyes.

  Tenderly, his hand inches upward, following the curves of my body until his fingertips brush my bra. His hand rests there, holding me, his touch soothing and strong.

  “Luckily for you, however,” he says mischievously, “I have a few punishments in mind worthy of a troublemaker like you.”

  With one fluid motion, he reaches behind me and roughly unhooks my bra.

  I laugh, gasping a little in surprise. “Well just make yourself at home, why don’t you?”

  “I plan to.”

  “Are you really ready to go again?” I ask, impressed. “Already?”

  “You have n
o idea what you do to me.” He stands, already hard as a rock once more, and tugs off his jeans. “I hope you got enough rest last night because I have plans for how we’re going to spend the next four hours.”

  I laugh as he hungrily tugs off what’s left of my pants. “Well, let’s get to it, then.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  When I wake with Drew’s arm around my chest, my body buzzes with raw power. Something about riding him is unlike anything I’ve experienced before—the way neither of us held back, the control he had over me, the utter and complete surrender—sex with him was mind-blowing in the best possible way.

  He nuzzles the nape of my neck, still sound asleep as the early morning light breaks through an opening in the curtain. His other hand reaches under me, wrapping around me until I’m completely engulfed in his embrace. He pulls me toward him, my bare skin sliding over his sheets as he holds me close and kisses my jaw.

  “Mornin’,” he mutters, his voice gruff and drowsy.

  He adjusts his hips, pressing them against my ass, his hard cock shoving its way between my thighs. I chuckle as he eases it upward in what I can only assume is his attempt at a subtle hint.

  “Think this is funny, huh?” He peppers delightfully rough kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder.

  With no warning, he grabs my leg and lifts it so that his cock has free access to my body. He presses the tip against my raw entrance.

  Apparently already revved and eager, he doesn’t bother with any more banter.

  He thrusts hungrily into me, and I gasp in surprise. I thought he was bluffing—but I suppose by now I should know better. As he roughly takes me yet again, I melt into him, unable to satiate my appetite for his rough and dominating demeanor.

  As he bucks into me, I lean into him until the back of my head brushes his brow. Though he holds my leg up with one hand, his other arm tightens around me, holding my shoulder in a possessive and almost nurturing way that’s utterly disarming.

  I give in. Completely. For this moment, at least, I’m once more utterly and completely his.

  And I freaking love it.

  In the afterglow of my many rounds with Drew, I walk slowly through the halls of the embassy with a smile on my face. Hands in my pockets, I take in the world around me, enjoying the art on the walls for once.

  Whoever decorated this place had class.

  Gilded frames. Elegant women in medieval dresses. Kings and queens. The most gorgeous and colorful dragons I’ve ever seen. Every scene is a masterpiece.

  As happy and satisfied as I am, I know the clock is ticking. Ian is getting impatient. Irena’s life hangs in the balance, and I have two days left to make things right.

  Hopefully Jace and Drew can get the blueprints finalized by noon today—because we just don’t have the luxury of time, anymore.

  Though I’m tempted to go straight to Jace’s suite, my first stop is Tucker’s room—I want to check on him and see how he’s faring after the Darrington invasion last night.

  I bite my lip as I knock on Tucker’s door, wondering if I should tell him everything.

  Yeah, probably. Tucker knows how to guard a secret.

  The impulsive thought is a bit surreal. I really do trust him completely. After a lifetime with the Spectres, it’s still so strange for me to open up to people. To rely on them. To let them in for good.

  His door swings open, only to reveal a shirtless Tucker with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He smiles, still scrubbing. “’ey, beb!”

  I laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

  “Oo ‘uv meh,” he says, the garbled words barely making it past the toothbrush as he finishes up. He nods toward the bedroom, wordlessly inviting me in.

  I close the door behind me as he jogs over to the bathroom to finish up his morning routine. When I finally join him and lean against the doorframe, he’s dabbing a towel over his mouth, the toothbrush lying idly on the counter beside his phone.

  Without a word, he plants a minty kiss on my cheek. “Do you have any idea what happened last night? Something about gas?” He laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. “I woke up with one hell of a headache.”

  “Yeah, about that—”

  “Wait, you look different.” He grins and studies my face. “You got laid, didn’t you?”

  “What?” I laugh, entirely caught off guard.

  “Oh, you totally got laid.” Tucker grins. “I mean, it’s not a hard guess who. Jace is being an asshole and Levi, well, I don’t think you’re that kinky. But as soon as he’s not a dragon, anymore, I figure—”

  I playfully smack his shoulder.

  “So now I have to share you with Drew, huh?” Tucker smirks and leans against the counter, crossing his arms. “I can handle that. A little competition never hurt.”

  I roll my eyes. These men are so ridiculous.

  “So, last night,” he says, clapping his hands together eagerly. “I assume you know what—”

  His phone buzzes, vibrating against the marble countertop between us. We both look down at it, but I don’t recognize the number.

  “Damn it,” Tucker mutters, scratching the stubble along his jaw.

  His smile disappears in an instant, and he stands a little taller as the mood in the room abruptly shifts.

  “What?” I cross my arms, studying his face. “Who is it?”

  He holds up his hand in answer, gesturing for me to stay silent. Without a word, he takes a steadying breath and squares his shoulders as if preparing himself for a conversation he doesn’t want to have.

  Quickly, he taps his thumb on the screen to accept the call and puts it on speaker. “Hey, Pops.”

  That kills my mood. Entirely.

  “Tucker,” a gravely man’s voice says through the speaker. “Rendezvous. Ten minutes. Usual spot.”

  The Knights’ General is curt and to the point. No banter. No pleasantries. Just business.

  No wonder he and Zurie get along.

  “Can’t,” Tucker says, instantly mimicking his father’s tone. “The giant lizards found my exit point. I’ve been hunting for a new one to—”

  “Don’t give me excuses,” the retired soldier interrupts. “Just figure it out.”

  “What do you think I’ve been doing?” Tucker snaps. “This place is on lockdown. If I just walk out the front door, they’re going to get suspicious.”

  The man snorts derisively. “You’re a clever kid. Find an exit and get out here. Bring everything you have on the girl.”

  My heart sinks, and my eyes lock with Tucker’s. If they want him to bring everything he has, it’s because they won’t be letting him come back.

  This is it—the final meeting.

  They’ve finally lost their patience.

  I tense, shoulders aching with apprehension as I wonder what will happen next.

  “You okay there, Pops?” Tucker asks sarcastically. “It almost sounds like you just want to see me. Did you bring a baseball and some gloves? Because if you want to make up for a childhood where I played with handguns like they were action figures, I’d be happy to—”

  “Tucker,” the General interjects. “Don’t make me do this over the phone. At least be man enough to say it to my face, damn it.”

  Tucker’s eyes nervously flit to me, but he manages to keep his tone calm and steady. “Say what, exactly?”

  For a moment, the line is so quiet I wonder if it’s gone dead.

  I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, but Tucker shakes his head, a silent warning to be patient.

  Apparently, his father just does this sometimes.

  The General eventually sighs, the sound almost painfully loud after the prolonged silence. “Tucker, I had an interesting visit yesterday,” the man says. “An old—well, we’ll call her a friend—stopped by.”

  “How neighborly,” Tucker says dryly.

  “The Ghost isn’t much of a neighbor,” the General snaps. “But she is good for intel, and the dirt she has on you is truly astounding.”
r />   Cold dread shoots clear to my toes. As far as Zurie goes, this was my worst nightmare—and it just came true.

  Starting now, the Spectres and the Knights are going to work together… and that does not bode well for me.

  “Lies,” the General says, scoffing. “That’s all you’ve given us. Lie after lie after lie.”

  “Pops, I have no idea what—”

  “Don’t,” his father interjects. “Just be a man about this. Don’t try to salvage your little charade, Tucker. You can’t.”

  Tucker frowns, standing a little taller, eyes on the screen as he speaks. “At least we can agree on that,” he says, his tone shifting. “There’s a lot of years you can’t make up for, either.”

  “We’ve been over this, damn it. So many times.” The General groans, and the muffled crunch of boots over gravel filters through the phone. “I’ve done everything in my power to shape you into the Commander you’re supposed to be, and I’m not about to lose the best gunner in my whole damn army over some girl.”

  My magic pulses involuntarily as a surge of anger burns through me.

  Yeah, sure, I don’t like the way he referred to me, but I’m starting to get used to that. None of the leaders in this world see me as anything but an asset to obtain. That’s nothing new.

  With this asshole, I’m mostly pissed at how he refers to Tucker—like he’s property, meant to serve a single role, like some mindless robot with a primary function he’s currently failing to complete.

  “The Ghost wants the girl,” the General continues. “And I want you to come home. You’re coming back to the Knights, Tucker, one way or another.”

  Tucker wrinkles his nose in disgust, sneering with barely contained rage. “You sure you don’t want to hire a hit on me like you did for Anderson? And Emily? I can’t believe you killed your own goddaughter,” he adds, his voice breaking.

  Tenderly, I set a comforting hand on his shoulder.

  “Cut the sentiment,” the General snaps. “He abandoned us. That was treason. I didn’t want to kill Emily. I had to, as a warning to the others. You know the law, Tucker. A Knight doesn’t join by himself—his whole family does.”