Elizabeth and the Thunder of Dragons: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (RH Fated Alpha Book 6)

by Ava Mason

  “He doesn’t have a pulse.” Christian yanked him out of the chair and wrangled with the chains to get him on the floor. Then he began CPR.

  “Stay here.” Edward shot out of the room and, after a slight pause, Tristan opened the door and Edward was inside. He paused over Christian’s shoulder and I paced in the room, watching them closely. My stomach rolled, and I felt sick that maybe I’d hurt Christian’s friend.

  Suddenly, Dex’s eyes shot open and they glowed a bright red. He growled then grabbed Christian’s shirt and yanked him close, biting into his neck.

  A protective anger burst through me and I blasted him with my power. The blue blast tore through the mirrored glass and the glass sprayed into the room. My magic landed on Dex. His teeth ripped out of Christian’s neck as he was knocked against the back wall. His head slammed against the concrete and then, he slumped to the floor.

  This time I didn’t care if he was hurt. Ignoring Edwards orders to stay in the room, I rushed outside. All of the guards were facing our room and several of them were holding out their weapons. One of them had a yellow ball of energy in his hands.

  “Call for a healer!” I didn’t wait to make sure they did it as I pounded on the door.

  Tristan immediately opened the door for me, then rushed down the hall, his keys clanging against his hip.

  Christian was on his knees, his hand clasped to his neck but blood was still pouring out of it. I yanked off my shirt and fell at Christian’s side, pressing it to his wound.

  Christian looked up at me. His face was pale and his hands were shaking. I could feel his fear, pounding into me.

  “I got you. Let go of your neck, Christian.”

  He nodded, his wide eyes staring into mine. As his hand slid out, I pressed harder on his neck. Edward knelt next to us. “Are you okay?”

  Christian looked at Edward. “I think I need a healer.” My shirt was soaking up his blood fast.

  “I told Tristan to get one.”

  “Shit.” Edward stood back up, angry, and went over to Dex’s body, kicking it harshly. “Bastard.” I’d never seen Edward show such strong emotions. He kicked him one more time but my attention went back to Christian. I tried not to look at my shirt and the blood. I grabbed his hand and put it against my chest, right over where my heart was pounding. I wanted him to know how much I cared for him.

  His eyes widened and a healing warmth shot through his hand. Stupid man, he was worried about me.

  I shook my head. “No, babe. I’m okay.”

  The door shot open and another guy rushed through the door. He assessed the room, his eyes glossing over my almost naked top to land on Christian. He knelt next to us and Edward hovered over the healer, watching him closely. Tristan watched from the doorway.

  The healer put his hand over mine. “Let it go and give me some space.”

  Nodding, I slid my hand out, then scrambled backwards while the healer took my spot. He looked into Christian’s face, who was still looking at me.

  “Focus on me, Christian.” Christian looked away from me to focus on the healer. “I’m going to take her shirt off your neck. I need it out of my way to work. You’ll bleed for a minute, but it won’t take me long.” He looked up at Edward. “Did the prisoner have any poison in his teeth? Anything that could cause an infection?”

  Edward nodded. “He might. He had amphiptere blood, that could be why Christian isn’t healing on his own.”

  The healer nodded then turned back to Christian. He took in a deep breath, then slowly slid away my shirt to replace it with his hand. Blood drained through his fingers and I put my hand to my mouth, trying not to react.

  “Shit, man!” Christian jerked back as the healer began his work.

  “Sorry. Has to be done. That’s the only way to get the infection out.” The healer’s hand glowed a soft yellow and I watched in awe as slowly the jagged edges of Christian’s skin began to close, growing too small for me to see them under the healer’s hand.

  Then they both took in a deep breath and the healer dropped his hand. Christian’s neck looked like new, the blood staining his skin and the top of his shirt the only indication that he’d been hurt. Edward leaned over to inspect it.

  “Looks good.” He clapped his hand on the healer’s shoulder. “Good job, Zeke.”

  Zeke glowed under Edward’s compliment, you could tell he had a lot of respect for his commander.

  “What about him?” Zeke pointed towards Dex.

  Edward stood up, nodding towards Dex. “I guess you should check on him, too.”

  Zeke nodded, then stood up. “Mind if I use this?” He looked at me, holding my shirt up.

  “Go ahead. In fact, you might as well keep it. It’s ruined anyway.”

  “Thanks,” he blushed slightly and I could tell that he was trying not to look at my bra. Christian pulled off his shirt and handed it to me. I threw it over my shoulder; I wasn’t even worried about that right now. Zeke wiped his hands on my shirt, but instead of keeping it, he gave it to Christian, who was standing up.

  “Here, let me.” I walked over, grabbing the shirt and wiped at Christian’s neck. My shirt was so completely saturated at this point that it wasn’t helping much.

  “Just go to the bathroom. Then meet me back in the observatory room.” Edward growled, giving us a glance. He was standing over Zeke again, watching him work on Dex.

  Christian led me down the hall to the bathroom and we closed the door behind us. He leaned against the door, rubbing his face. “That was a mind fuck.”

  “Come here.” I turned on the water, waiting for it to warm. “What happened?”

  “I’m not even sure, but his brain was a mess. The outer layers all looked normal, that’s how he was able to maintain a normal facade. But the deeper I got, the more messed up it was.”

  I threw my shirt in the trash; there was no saving it. Then I unrolled a huge chunk of toilet paper and passed it under the water and began to wipe off his neck. His blood had drained down his chest to his pants. “So, you think magical?”

  “Yeah. Someone enchanted his brain somehow.”

  I wiped down his chest, thinking. “I wonder if it was the same with Ember. She seemed pretty messed up.”

  He shrugged, and I got another glob of toilet paper and threw the other one away. I wiped his lower chest, then the upper part of his black cargo pants. “What did you do? I mean, he seemed pretty upset.”

  Christian shrugged. “Most of the time, what I do doesn’t physically hurt. But some people either don’t want to face the stuff they have going on in their mind, or they don’t want me to see it, of course.”

  “Hmm,” I nodded, thinking. Christian tugged on my chin and I looked up. He leaned down and kissed me.

  I stood on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck. His lips still trembled and I pushed myself against him, pressing him against the door, giving myself in to the kiss. A heat rushed through my thighs and I moaned. He growled, then yanked on my ass, pulling me up so that my face was closer to him. Our tongues tangled and his magical pulse spread through my stomach.

  I felt so much love for him with the realization that Christian could be totally fucked up right now. I was so grateful that he was okay, and I showed it through my kiss how I was feeling. His arms tightened around mine, taking our kiss deeper. He walked forward, holding me, then sat me down on the sink.

  I wrapped my legs around him tighter and moved my hands over his back.

  “Fuck, Christian. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

  He moaned, nodding, then our kisses grew more gentle and he eventually pulled back. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine. “Thanks to you, Pink. I owe you.”

  “You owe me a good fuck is all.” I grinned as he opened his eyes, then he smiled.

  “I can handle that, I think.”

  My eyes smoldered and I raised my eyebrow. “Here?”

  He laughed and let me go. I slid down to my feet, a little disappointed.

 
“Put my shirt on you, woman. I don’t need another man seeing my goods.”

  I grinned, and slipped his shirt over my head and it fell to my thighs. The left side was bloody, which had stained his shirt, but it didn’t really bother me. He grabbed my hand and we walked back to meet Edward.

  Christian gave Edward what information he could. Basically the group had taken Dex’s sister and held her hostage for his obedience. That created an emotional need for him to want to obey. Then they placed a block on his memory, so he would feel the need to obey, but not exactly understand why. It was effective.

  If he’d remembered everything, then he would see them as the bad guys. But since they erased they ‘why’, he only knew that he had a deeply emotional reason to obey them.

  After telling us that Dex was going to be fine, and making sure that Christian was okay, Edward told us we could leave. He was going to open a new mission to find Dex’s sister. I offered to help, but Edward turned me down. That wasn’t our team’s specialty. After assuring me that he had good teams that would find her, he basically kicked us out. He had work to do. Including getting someone to fix the window I just destroyed.

  Christian didn’t mind showing affection for me now and he held my hand tight as we left the floor. As we made our way back to the front door, my hand trembled in his. It had come so close, and just the thought of what these guys were doing every single day, and how close they were to death all the time, made my determination to protect them even stronger.

  We nodded to the soldiers that guarded the door and then walked out into the fresh air, breathing it in deeply. He opened my door to the SUV and we didn’t speak as we pulled out of the parking lot. My stomach churned and I stared out the window as we drove through the long drive, noting the cameras that were watching our every step. I turned to him and saw that he was clutching the steering wheel like if he didn’t, he would float away.

  “I can’t believe he tried to kill me.”

  “I don’t think he was in his right mind.”

  Christian glanced at me. “Still… When you work with someone so close for so long, you think that something inside them, some kind of instinct, would keep them from trying to kill you.” His breathing was harsh and I knew that he was taking it personally.

  I leaned over, touching his arm gently. “I would never do that to you. No matter what happened to me.”

  He relaxed a little bit and we came to a full stop at the edge of the government property. He glanced both ways, even though we were in the middle of nowhere and it was highly unlikely that anyone was around, before crossing the road.

  “Your team now, would never do that either.”

  My words were helping him feel better, but I could feel his anxiety still pressing into me though our connection.

  “Christian. Stop.”

  He closed his eyes for a second, but put his foot on the brake and we slowed to a stop. We were in the middle of the road as he put the car in park. I pulled his chin towards me to force him to look into my eyes. “You saw the way he looked at you when you came in the room. He was relaxed and calm, he still saw you as his friend. When you went into his mind, I closed my eyes; it helped me focus my magic better. And I could see your magic.” My face lit up, just thinking about it. “Your brain was all sorts of colors, but his was black. When you went into his mind, that dark magic tried to attack your consciousness so you couldn’t get into his mind. That wasn’t Dex. It was some kind of magic. I think that if Dex was really all the way there, if he really saw you there, and not someone he deemed an enemy in his demented state, he wouldn’t have done anything to hurt you. I mean, they took his sister, for hell’s sake.”

  He nodded and sighed, giving in to my words, and I felt him relax. “You’re right.”

  I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over, sliding my hand down his chest to rest on the top of his crotch, and it stirred. I smiled. “I would love to help you feel even better, if you’ll let me.” Christian loved getting his dick sucked, and he would take it pretty much anywhere. I leaned up to his ear to whisper. “And I love the way you taste, you fucking warrior dragon.”

  He made a deep rumbling noise, and he leaned back, just slightly. A breath escaped his lips. “I’ll never turn you down, Pinky.”

  “Except you just did, back in the bathroom.” I leaned down and, unzipping him, pulled out his now hard dick. Shit. He was so sexy.

  He chuckled then pressed his hand softly behind my neck and directed me down to his crotch. “Just suck my dick already.”

  I laughed, and then I took him into my mouth, moaning my approval. “Fuck, Christian. I love your cock.”

  He moved his hips forward as I sucked on his tip, rubbing my thumb just under the head. Then I squeezed the bottom of his dick, where it emerged from his hair. He was so thick and hard and ready for me, and I felt my panties go wet just thinking about the last time we screwed in one of the closets at his work. Christian wasn’t afraid to take it anywhere.

  I moved over him, licking and sucking, and his hips moved slowly, in tandem with me. Then he pulled me off and I looked into his eyes, which were needy with lust. “Take off your clothes and straddle my cock.”

  “But—” I glanced to the side; we were still in the middle of the road.

  Not waiting for me to answer, he climbed over the seat, pushing me back, and straddled me. He eyed my chest. “I like my shirt on you. It’s a reminder that you’re mine. That you belong to me. That I can fuck you in my room, your room, at work,” he leaned over and began to pull it up my chest, “or in the car in the middle of the fucking road.” He pulled my shirt over my boobs, taking my sports bra with it, settling them on top so that I was still wearing it but he had a clear view of my chest. Then he pulled my arms up over my head and held them together with one hand. The other one traced softly over one of them, causing the nipple to perk. “Your body is such perfection, Pink.” He leaned down to suckle my breast. “Now if only I could get you to color your hair pink.”

  I grinned, closing my eyes to take in the sensation, then sucked air through my teeth as he bit my nipple harshly.

  “Keep your hands over your head.”

  I gripped the back of the headrest as his fingers traced my side, shooting electricity through my stomach and into my thighs as his tongue played with my nipples. I moaned, feeling so turned on, and I ground my crotch against him. His dick was still out of his pants and it brushed against my stomach, hard and dripping with need. His hand moved down, shoving its way into my pants, then his fingers rubbed the tip of my lips tantalizingly.

  “Come on, Christian.” I gripped the headrest harder, pulling myself up to urge him lower.

  He chuckled. “So impatient.” But he pushed down harder, pulsing his magic through me as he lowered his fingers into my lips, tracing them roughly before inserting two fingers inside me, curling them.

  “Yes. Please.” I ground my hips against him, trying to drag my orgasm from me. “Yes.”

  Suddenly he pulled his fingers out and he clasped my head to his chest, pumping his dick across my stomach, breathing heavy. I lowered my hands to his cock, squeezing it tight. He stopped, then yanked down my pants to my knees, just enough that he could slide up in me. “Fuck me, Pinky. I need it.”

  All I could think about was his cock up inside me, my orgasm tantalizingly close. The fact that we were screwing in the middle of the road where anyone, any work colleague, could drive by and see us. But he didn’t care and so neither did I. He rubbed against me harder, his eyes closed, and pressed me to him. I needed to come, to fall over the edge. But it wouldn’t come with the position he was in, so I yanked my pants to my ankles, then shifted my hips to ground myself against his thick dick.

  “Yes, baby.” He squeezed my head closer and I bit his nipple. “Fuck, Pink!”

  I was going high, higher, and the friction of his shaft against my pussy was fucking heaven. He leaned over, shoving his hand between us, forcing me back a little, and then he ground his middle
finger against my clit, shooting his dragon powers through it. I clasped him as my orgasm washed over me in waves, my mouth open, feeling it run through my whole body.

  But he didn’t stop. He kept his finger against my clit, slamming into me with his cock and overcoming my senses with his powers.

  “Who are you going to fuck tonight?” His voice came out in breathless spurts.

  “I don’t know, maybe Hunter.”

  “No, you were with him last night. It’s been a while with Easton.”

  “Yess.” My voice came out a tight hiss, knowing that he loved this. “I’ll fuck Easton tonight.”

  He rammed against me harder. “Does he tie you down, make you take it hard?”

  “Yes.”

  Suddenly his hips bucked forward, and I quickened my pace against him, riding him as best as I could in the awkward space. “You’re such a fucking warrior, Christian. I love it when you fill me up with your thick cock. You make me sore for days.”

  “Oh shit, Lizzy.”

  His powers pulsed through me, taking me high, higher and I knew that I was going to come again.

  “Maybe sometime I’ll let you watch. I’ll take all three at once while you sit on the couch and stroke yourself.”

  That thought brought him over the edge, and a blast of pleasure from his fingers brought me over at the same time. He grunted, emptying himself into me, and my body exploded with sensation as my orgasm pulsed through it, making my toes curl in my shoes. I kept my eyes closed, taking in the sensation until my heart began to slow. Then I opened my eyes to see Christian smiling at me.

  I smiled in return and pulled him to me, kissing him. He wrapped his arms around me, then flipped us so that he was in the seat and I was curled in his lap. I nuzzled into his neck and opened myself up to him. He was completely relaxed; Dex trying to kill him was gone from his mind.

  I grinned, loving that I’d helped him feel better. It made me feel like such a woman, powerful and confident to make my man happy.

  His hands stroked my back softly, shooting warm sensations into my body. He sighed, content, and I rubbed my cheek against his.