Adored by The Dragon: (The Dragon Lord - Book 3) (The Dragon Lords)

by K. T. Stryker

  She felt a rush of cold air against her skin, only then realizing that Oz has opened her robe completely. She adjusted her position, moving so his cock was between her legs, and lowered her hips against him. She gasped as she felt him between her wet lips, and bit her lip when his eyes rolled back at the pleasure of feeling her against him.

  She moved, gently grinding, and kept her eyes locked on him as she slowly slid him inside her.

  “Oh, Oz,” she moaned gently against his ear as he filled her up. His hands grabbed her by the hip, guiding her, supporting her as she moved against him, slowly sliding him in and out of her in long and deep strokes. She felt his hand against her, a finger rubbing her clit, and she shuddered at his touch. Sitting up, she let her robe fall off her shoulders, smiling as he took her naked body in, and increased her pace.

  Within minutes, she was riding him fervently, his thumb pressed against her clit sending one wave of orgasm through her after the other. She lost complete track of time, all worries about the guards and everything else slipping to the back of her mind as she reveled in the now. The feel of him inside her, the touch of his hands on her skin, his beating heart against the palm of her hand, it was an overwhelming mix of pleasure and desire.

  She let out an involuntary moan when she felt his hips push up against her and his hands pull her against him, allowing him to push in deeper as he grunted and exploded inside her. She felt her own body shake in orgasm, shivering in the darkness, scratching at his bare chest.

  They collapsed onto each other, breathing hard, heartbeats racing, and she allowed herself a small smile as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

  ***

  “That was…”

  “Fantastic,” Isabel said. “You know, I’ve always felt like there was something a bit off

  whenever Mikael and I were together… it makes me wonder.”

  “Isabel, you’ve always been special to me,” Oz said, brushing his fingers through her hair.

  “And why do you think that is?” Isabel asked, raising her eyes to him. “When you found me, you had a job to do, nothing more, nothing less.”

  “I think you’re underestimating how emotional supernatural creatures can be,” he said with a smirk. “It’s true I was on a mission the day I saw you at the club, but, Isabel, I couldn’t stop thinking about you the minute I laid eyes on you.”

  Isabel could feel her cheeks getting red hot. Somehow, she just couldn’t get enough of him. A part of her was convinced that she was falling for Oz, and that scared her. What if he isn’t the person she thinks he is? What if this is all a game of pretend? Isabel could feel her mind going off in all sorts of directions. She felt like she couldn’t trust anyone, not even Oz. But she knew she had to trust someone. A battle was brewing; Isabel needed to pick a side. She wondered if Oz was just using sex to get to her, she wondered if Gavin was doing the same. But it didn’t work with Gavin; Isabel was growing more disgusted by him every day. She thought she would be able to tell by now if she was being used, but that wasn’t the case at all. “D’you think angels can fall for succubi?” she asked, resting her head on his shoulder.

  “Aren’t we a living example of such a case?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. “Isabel, I’m sure you’ve seen stranger things than two people falling in love.”

  “But we’re not “people”, Oz,” she said, raising her eyes to him. “I don’t know why I can’t come to terms with that, I always feel the need to say it out loud to believe it.”

  “Sometimes I regret feeding on you, I think a part of me always will.” he said. Isabel didn’t say anything. Suddenly she found herself diving into deep contemplation about her life and what it has come down to. She tried to think back to what everything looked like before her transformation, before she even came to this mansion. But she felt nothing, and she saw nothing. Her previous life had become just a blank slate, one that was tarnished, almost blackened, by her current life. Maybe Oz was right: maybe he should’ve never fed on her that day. Maybe they should’ve never met.

  “I think about that sometimes, too,” Isabel said, trying to hold back the tears. “I don’t know if I’m meant for this.”

  “You’re special, Isabel,” Oz said, smoothing her hair back. “I don’t want you to forget that.”

  “Everyone keeps saying that, I don’t get it,” she said. “I don’t have a special power, I don’t understand how this world works, then how do you expect me to accept my fate as some kind of legendary mythological creature?” she asked. “It makes no sense to me!” Oz shifted in his place. He opened his mouth but no words came out. “What’s wrong?” Isabel asked, tilting her head sideways. “You’re hiding something.”

  “I’m not hiding anything,” he said calmly. He stumbled for a while before his lips parted again, the tip of his tongue quivering between his teeth. “It’s just that… centuries ago, the vampires and the angels were on the same page, they didn’t really disagree on anything,” he said. “At that time, the vampire council decided that they were going to pick one succubus and one incubus every century to be the chosen ones.”

  “Chosen to do what?” Isabel asked, furrowed little panicked.

  “To run the council,” he said. “Well, at the time, there was only one council for all supernatural creatures, you know, back when they all agreed… and when the vampires rebelled, nothing was the same again.”

  “So they picked me to be the succubus of the century?” Isabel asked with a smirk.

  But Oz wasn’t laughing. “They did, and now that vampires are on one side, and the rest of us are on another, you’re going to get tugged at from all sorts of different directions, and it’s up to you to find your way in the end,” he said.

  “That’s the thing, how do I know who to trust?” she asked. “For all I know, you could just be another shape shifter,” she said.

  “That’s why you’re special, Isabel,” Oz said. “You were born with this special skill, this ability to filter out stimuli, so you better use it,” he continued.

  Suddenly Isabel felt pressured all over again. This was a nightmare for her. Then she remembered something. “You said the vampires pick one male and female, right?” she asked. Oz nodded. “Who’s the incubus?”

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” Oz said with a smirk. Suddenly, Isabel heard a loud crash. She bounced to her feet and snuck back into her cell. The shadows were dancing on the walls again. Somebody was here.

  CHAPTER 12

  “Oz, what’s going on?” Isabel asked, her eyes darting back and forth frantically. Something was going on outside. She hopped back to her feet again, clutching the iron bars, bracing for action. Something told her there was more to what was happening outside than just a guard brawl. Suddenly, she heard another loud crash, and one of the guards came tumbling down the stairs. Isabel eyed him as he lay there, motionless, drowning in a puddle of his own black blood. She looked over at Oz and his face was expressionless. He nodded to her.

  “A storm is coming,” he mouthed. Isabel could feel her heart beat out of her chest. Was Analise coming for her? Were they going to take her away to the other mansion? Another loud crash. Analise’s dead body came rolling down to the bottom of the staircase. Isabel’s hand flew to her mouth.

  “What’s happening, what’s happening?” she turned to Oz again. But he didn’t look at her. He just held onto the metal bars, his knuckles a screaming white. He was begging to come out. One guard flew down the stairs and landed on his feet. He was quickly followed by a silver haired ghost -he seemed to have come out of nowhere- and he started throwing punches at him. The first punch glanced the guard’s chin. He noticed too late that it was a feint, though, when the second punch doubled him over and expelled the last bit of air from his fat belly. He had the wind knocked out of him, and he fell to the ground, motionless. Isabel couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Has this man— or creature— single handedly knocked out every single guard up there? No, it cou
ldn’t be. She watched as a red-haired girl rushed downstairs, hauling the bodies off the ground, making sure they were dead.

  “What, Ava?” Isabel asked. She waited for the girl to turn around so she could make out who she was, and when she did, Isabel realized that those piercing eyes belonged to Ava. “Ava!” Isabel yelled. The girl stared at her knowingly, and then she motioned for her to stay where she was. Isabel sank to her knees, her nose poking out of the gap between the metal bars. She felt helpless, like she should be doing something and she wasn’t. Suddenly she felt a rush of energy surge through her. She shouldered her way out of her cell, pushing past Ava and making her way up the stairs. What she saw astounded her. The entire mansion was on fire. In the distance she could see shadows dancing, people throwing punches at each other, chairs flying through the fumes. All hell was breaking loose.

  “Well, if it isn’t you, Isabel?” she heard a voice say, a voice belonging to none other than Gavin. “I didn’t think you’d make it out of there,” he said.

  Isabel turned around, only to see Gavin climbing up the stairs. He looked as though he had appeared out of nowhere. “The succubi have revolted,” she hissed. “It’s already happening, you might as well just give up!”

  “Oh, is that so?” he asked, tilting his head sideways. He cleaned his teeth with his tongue. Isabel cringed at the sight. “You’re the chosen one, Isabel, I suppose you already know that, by now.”

  Isabel didn’t say anything. She felt as though she was pinned to the floor, transfixed by Gavin’s spell. She had to break out of it. She had to join the other side. He stood straight, eyes bulging with rage, and stared at his opponent, who had her hands balled up into fists. Without thinking, Isabel charged towards him. She threw a punch at him but it felt too sluggish. She knew the second she launched it. Gavin ducked under it, and before Isabel could register the dodge, another body shot, this one to his ribs, sent fresh ripples of pain through his torso. Isabel took a step back, eyeing Gavin as he sank to his knees in pain. She looked around, and Ava was still throwing punches at one of the guards. Before Isabel could do anything, Gavin wrapped his hands around her neck, and she sank to her knees, feeling the last bit of air being squeezed out of her. She felt like she was dying.

  “This ought to teach you,” he snarled. Isabel looked at him, her eyes wide, and when she finally felt like she would slip out of consciousness, Gavin gasped and his grip on her loosened. She coughed violently, her throat burning, but she could breathe again. Gavin slumped onto the floor beside her, the wooden leg of a chair pierced through his back and protruding from his chest.

  Isabel looked up and saw the silver-haired ghost. He was staring down at her. She instantly felt herself being hauled off the ground and onto a softer surface.

  “It’s all over,” the ghost said. Isabel blinked repeatedly, the man’s face swimming in and out of view. She felt her lips curve to a smile when she saw Oz standing right next to him. “I’m Preston,” the man said.

  “Isabel,” she replied, scanning the place with her eyes. Utter and complete destruction. The crystal chandeliers were swinging back and forth, the bodies of guards and vampires were lying around everywhere, people were trying to put out the fire.

  “How about we get out of here?” he asked, reaching his hand out to her.

  Isabel grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Lead the way,” she said.

  She looked around and the flames didn’t seem to hurt her eyes anymore. For the first time, she felt free, like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. This was the start of something new, and the truth was, Isabel couldn’t wait.

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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 1

  “He’s still breathing.”

  “Should we kill him?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Isabel crouched down next to Gavin’s motionless body. He looked transfixed, as if put under a spell, but when Isabel pressed two of her fingers to his neck he still had a pulse. She looked to her side. The chair leg was still there, staring back at her, begging to be driven into his chest, not only once, but tens of times more. Gavin had to be demolished; he needed to be wiped out. “I think… I think we should let him live.”

  “What good would that do?” Presten asked, his eyes darting from Isabel to Gavin’s limp body and back again. “The whole house is in flames, we need to move fast.”

  “Let’s take him to the other mansion.”

  “The other mansion? Where the rest of us are?” Presten asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Smoke filled his view as he looked around, then a bright glint of orange. The fire screamed and Isabel held back a sob as she watched the house being swallowed up in engorging flames. All they could hear was the crackle of the white paint chipping., It was only then that they realized they needed to get out of th
ere, and they needed to do it now.

  “Quick, grab him by his legs,” Isabel said in a panic. They carried his motionless body along the flaming shards of wood that were thrown all over the place. The entire time, Isabel felt invincible. She felt like she could conquer anything. There she was, all partnered up with a man she had just met, and they were fighting evil together. Nothing could beat that feeling, the feeling of sheer empowerment; there was no turning back now.

  “The entrances are blocked. I think the ceiling might collapse at any second,” Presten said, his eyes darting back and forth frantically. The tethered draperies had all caught fire, and they were blocking the windows, the only escape they had left.

  “Wait— over there!” Isabel said, cocking her head towards a crack in the wall that she knew was part of a secret passageway. They exchanged brief glances before they charged for the entryway. Presten dragged Gavin’s body across the floor. Isabel ducked and held her hand out to him. They crouched down as near to the floor as possible and scurried outside. “We’re almost there,” Isabel said. “Just keep your eyes on the light at the end of the tunnel.”