Cradle the Fire (Ice Age Dragon Brotherhood Book 2)

by Milana Jacks

  “Yes.”

  “Even the men?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “And it’s only this one time.”

  “If you behave,” I said.

  Amy spun around and presented me with her bottom. Good Lord, that ass. I ran a hand over the soft skin and squeezed, my dicks hard and ready.

  “What constitutes behaving?” she asked.

  I swung my arm, testing the swing of the spoon. I rolled my shoulders, then landed a nice swat over her bottom. The spoon formed an oval mark. Amy didn’t flinch. “One.” I swatted her once more.

  She gasped.

  “One, one hundred,” I counted. “Two.”

  Swat.

  She bit her lip, and I watched her for when she’d had enough, ran my fingers down her slit so I could gauge how hot the punishment made her feel. Amy’s pussy glistened, which told me she liked this.

  “Two two hundred. Amy?”

  “Mmmm.”

  “Are you enjoying this?”

  “Not sure,” she said and pushed against my fingers so they’d dip inside her pussy.

  I pulled them back out. “Three.” I swatted hard.

  Amy scooted forward and covered her ass with her hands but said nothing.

  I pried her hands off and counted five more strokes. By the time I finished, her ass looked burned. Tears clouded her eyes, and I scooped her up and pressed her body against mine. My dicks were gonna tear through my pants.

  I got a pillow and put it under our heads. I kissed her nose. “You’re…” God, how would I explain the spirit? No other way but to say it. “I was born Jonatan Broussard right here in this house. One son of Geraldine and Richard Broussard, my parents, whom I’ve heard you’ve invited to the ball.”

  She nodded, giving me all her attention. It pleased me that I’d captured her attention. I wanted to capture her heart too, though I wasn’t sure how. Amy was mine, and she needed to understand who and what she was, what she meant to me. A spirit for my dragon, a balance to keep my element at bay and likely also to keep me sane so that I wouldn’t burn down the town or, God forbid, cause another apocalypse, the one that would wipe out all humans and leave the Earth to the Cy and their cyborg minions.

  At the thought of such a world, I shivered. “After high school, I went to Hollywood thinking I’d become an actor, but what most people wanted was to photograph my body. I modeled for underwear since nobody seemed interested in my talent.” I didn’t know why I’d chosen to share this part with her. Perhaps because it bothered me the most, my secret failure nobody else considered a failure.

  “I bet you sold a lot of underwear.”

  Amy had just given me a compliment. I kissed her swollen lips. She had a beautiful mouth, one of those with puffy lips that creased in the middle. I wanted to bite them. I would bite her everywhere. I took her hand and put it on my hip, and my dicks twitched. Down, boys. We’ll get there. “I did what I had to do until I found a gig.”

  “Did you find a gig?”

  “Mm-hm. Got a role in a movie with some big shots. But then Yellowstone erupted, and the movie production got postponed indefinitely. People quit investing in movies and models, and I ran out of money. I faced two choices: come back home and ask my parents for money, or enlist in the armed forces. I didn’t care if it was the army or navy, I just wanted in. But I didn’t quite make it because by that time, everyone had taken up weapons, and the military organization started to crumble along with the government. My dragon brother Lance and I found a relief agency and got shipped to a small town south of Las Vegas where FEMA had set up a displaced persons camp. We met up with two other guys there.”

  I paused, gauging her expression, because now I was about to tell her some magical fantasy shit. Amy watched me expectantly, all her attention on me. I wanted her to look at me like this for the rest of my life. But first, here goes crazy. “One night in the barracks, a woman paid the four of us a visit. She gifted each of us with a dragon beast and an elemental power. She tasked us with returning the Earth to her previous natural state. The woman was Mother Nature.”

  Amy took a minute to process that, then said, “That’s creative.”

  Suddenly, I felt how Eddy must have when he’d told me about the aliens stealing people from their homes.

  “Crazy but true. You’ve seen the dragon. Imagine how I felt when I first turned.” I chuckled. “For a while, I simply thought it wouldn’t happen to me, that I’d never shift into a dragon. I thought that even after watching my dragon brother Lance become one. One night, I got trapped inside a storage place that exploded. It caught fire, you see. Got my clothes, but not me. I walked right out and took to the skies.”

  “Wow,” she whispered.

  It didn’t escape my notice that Amy had told me what had happened to her downtown, but she never mentioned the part where the dragon spit fire on her and she didn’t burn. I let her ignore it. She’d have to come to terms with me and how the dragon worked with his spirit, so I pressed onward. “I couldn’t make fire for a decade. I was simply a pretty red dragon, kind of like an underwear model. Everyone wanted to see the dragon, and no one wanted to see his talent. I gave up on trying to control the fire, simply gave in to my beast and the few hobbies I enjoyed.”

  “Like what?”

  “Hoarding jewels.”

  “Ah.”

  “But then you came.”

  “My stepmom brought me here.”

  “True. But you came into my life nevertheless.” I took her hand and tucked it under my pants and made her fist my dick. With my hand on top of hers, I showed her how to stroke me while I palmed my other dick and did the same. “Mother Nature gifted some women with spirits, which are dragons’ mates. They serve as a balance to the elemental power so that the elementals don’t abuse it as it had been abused in the past. You are one such spirit.”

  Amy paused. “I would remember Mother Nature coming to me and gifting me with things. It’s not something one forgets. Nobody ever came to me. The only thing that ever came to me was the Grim Reaper and Lady Bad Luck.”

  I wouldn’t let her think such things now. I clamped my mouth over hers and pulled down my pants, then rolled on top of her. Amy clutched my shoulders, and I let her feel my dick at the entrance of her moist pussy. One thing I knew about her, she loved messing around and had a wonderful self-awareness when it came to her bedroom activities. Amy wasn’t shy or coy. She went after what she wanted.

  As she did now.

  She lifted her hips, and the tip of my cock pierced her hole. I plunged inside, and Amy rolled her eyes back. “Oh my God, you’re big.”

  I put my mouth on her neck and kissed my way down her chest while moving in and out of her soft pussy. It was wet and tight. “That’s my back dick. The front one is bigger and wider.”

  “Give it to me.”

  “I will give you both.” All of it. My cocks, my heart, my wings, my fire. I felt the fire grow in the fireplace, and I tried to lift the flame. When nothing happened, I paused and looked up. I concentrated, thinking that with Amy and me joined, I could do anything. The fire remained burning as it was before.

  I took out my bottom dick and aimed at her small hole. Amy didn’t tense but instead licked her lips and squirmed under me. Fuck, I loved this about her. I didn’t plunge inside but took my sweet time, savoring the moment when I penetrated her tight asshole. It squeezed my dick. I gritted my teeth when Amy closed her eyes and grabbed my biceps for leverage. “Play with your clit, sugar.”

  Amy nodded and put her fingers on top of her clit. She rubbed it, and the grip her ass had on my dick relaxed. I took the cue and aimed my other dick at her pussy. I jerked my hips and filled her and put my hand over her mouth when I saw that she’d opened it to scream.

  Her holes barely held me inside, so fucking tight, I nearly came like a schoolboy. I removed my hand from her mouth and plunged my tongue inside it while I glided in and out of her pussy and her tight ass. Amy lifted her hips, and I groaned when she
started telling me how good this felt, how she’d never forget this night, how I was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. I soaked up her praise, and even though her pussy fluttered with her orgasm and her ass squeezed my cock, I fucked her more.

  I plundered her as if my cocks could pave the way to her heart. I made her come twice in five minutes.

  I made her sleep with me in my bed.

  But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. And I knew that because, late in the night as we lay there sharing silence, Amy brought up the ball and straight out told me she wasn’t interested in me long-term, even though she loved our fling, my dicks, and my body.

  I gambled often and when I did, I liked to bet big or go home. I was all-in on Amy. I’d found my spirit, and yet I couldn’t control the fire. Something was missing.

  I had to work harder.

  Play dirtier.

  So be it.

  10

  Amy

  Waking up in a bed with a strong man wrapped around me wasn’t too bad, but knowing I had allowed myself to sleep like this burned. If I wasn’t more careful, I would fall for Nentres. Last night, this fling had developed into something else, and I knew I should keep Nentres at bay. A woman could grow too comfortable with a man like him, fall for all his stories promising forever, until one day she woke up without him and didn’t know which shoe fit on her right foot and which on the left. Dependence.

  Daddy broke after Mom had died. Stepmom had been breaking for a long time, refusing to get out there and forge her own path. Instead, she relied on a man to forge a path for her. While she wasn’t kind to me, she took care of my dad, gave herself completely into their marriage. Then, he got drunk and killed himself.

  I bit my lip. Admitting I was bitter about what Dad had done was hard. But, God, he’d left me to fend for myself with a woman who’d practically sold me to a stranger. I scooted closer to Nentres, pressed my back to his front.

  He moved my hair away from my neck and pecked my cheek. “Good morning.”

  He made this morning good. “Morning.”

  Nentres spun me around and lay on top of me, resting on his elbows so he didn’t crush me under his weight.

  “I’m hungry,” he said, and ducked under the sheets. He spread my legs and dived in.

  “Oooo.”

  What was the reason I’d wanted to avoid this? Because I forgot. Nentres knew exactly what to do with me and how to get me to do whatever he wanted. Right now, he wanted me to come. I closed my eyes as his tongue leapt up my slit and flicked my clit while his rough chin rubbed against my entrance. I lifted my hips so I could get myself off with even more friction, and before I could spell “breakfast,” my pussy fluttered, and I came on his tongue.

  I lay there staring at the elaborate carvings on the bed’s post, ready to go back to sleep again.

  Nentres came out from under the sheets and swiped his tongue over his lips. “You hungry?”

  He wanted me to return the favor. “Yes.” I tried to scoot down, but he chuckled. “Real food, I meant. Ah, which reminds me, what are those top three breakfast dishes you like?”

  I frowned, then remembered I’d written down the food I liked but not the food I wanted. And I’d completely forgotten about the other list and hoped Nentres had too. “You mean grolaplus, balarana, and spinner?”

  “Mm-hm.” He rested his chin between my breasts, blue eyes wide. A beautiful man. I must’ve stared too long, because his dimples showed when he grinned. “See something you want? Maybe it would make your other list, you know, the one you never gave me.”

  Ah, so he hadn’t forgotten. I half expected he was joking about the five-things list, but apparently not. “Grolaplus is a granola bar packed with protein for an early morning energy boost. A coffee cup on steroids plus yummy and healthy.”

  “Why don’t they call it a granola bar?”

  “They don’t like being generic. It’s not a granola bar, it’s way better. That’s their ad, actually.”

  “They who?”

  I shrugged. “Whoever got it from the Cy and makes it now.”

  “Hm. And how many of these Cy food factories exist in the habitats?”

  I frowned again. “Not sure if they’re considered Cy food factories. We, I mean the cyborgs, make the food.”

  “Would you say most people depend on the Cy supplying food?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let’s call a horse a horse, not a donkey. The Cy own the habitats and everyone in them.”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t go that far, but I’ll say dependence is bad.”

  “I think it depends on the context,” he said.

  “Having to rely on someone or something so completely isn’t a good thing.”

  Nentres pondered it while he played with a lock of my hair. He stretched it and released. My lock sprang back up.

  “I don’t think it’s too bad when two people depend on each other.”

  “Until one of them dies.”

  “Good Lord, baby. Where’d that come from?”

  I shrugged. “I think about it a lot, I guess.”

  “About what?”

  “Death, dying, morbid stuff.”

  Nentres scrubbed his jaw. “Why?”

  “My parents. One day they were here, the next day they weren’t. I depended on them, felt…helpless without them, ended up at Stepmom’s mercy because I couldn’t find my footing. But I won’t make the same mistake again.”

  Nentres sat up. “What was your mistake?”

  I evaded. “Balarana is a banana-based drink. It comes in powder form, and we usually have it with the…granola bar.”

  Nentres walked to the bathroom then came back, saying nothing about me changing the subject. “And that’s enough food for you?”

  I shrugged. “Sure.”

  “Sure doesn’t seem convincing. Okay, so what’s in a spinner?”

  “That’s eggs.”

  “Eggs?”

  “Yeah. A spin on the egg. Spinner.” He gave me a blank stare. I continued. “All the ingredients and none of the cruelty. That’s the commercial.”

  “Sounds delicious.”

  I heard the sarcasm in his voice. “My breakfast favorites have changed, though.”

  “Oh yeah? What are they now?”

  “Pancakes with jam. I want to have pancakes three times a day.” Mom used to make me pancakes.

  Nentres jumped back on the bed, grabbed my hip, and pulled me under him. He pierced me with a stare. “I want to have you three times this morning.”

  Between my legs, his dicks wanted inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked them. “So have me,” I said, but winced when his fingers reached my entrance. He’d stretched me quite a bit yesterday, and the soreness from his unshaven jaw this morning hadn’t gone away. Three times this morning? I wouldn’t be walking for the next two days.

  “You’re sore,” he said. He flipped onto his back, then jerked his head toward the window. “Lord Almighty, what now?”

  I sat up. “What?”

  Nentres walked to the window. He ran a hand through his hair, then rolled his shoulders. “Got company. Cyborgs with invitations. Fuck my life.”

  I snickered. “You’re the one who hired me for the ball. You should know. I have a reputation to uphold for when I open up my own place downtown.”

  “What?” Nentres said, though I could easily classify it as a screech. Did he believe I would live here with him forever, barefoot and pregnant? Probably.

  “Yeah. I want to open up a shop. Downtown.”

  “We had a conversation about the town.” He pointed at the wooden spoon on the nightstand. “I reckon just last night.” He lifted his hand when I opened my mouth to argue my point. “I’ll deal with this later.” He stomped inside the walk-in closet and came out dressed in black jeans and a button-down shirt. If I expected him to greet the guests without me, I was wrong. He bent a knee on the bed and grabbed the back of my head to pull me closer and bite my bottom lip. Flames danced i
n his eyes, promising wicked times. “Be downstairs in five. I…depend on you to fix this.”

  “Fix what?”

  “They brought two virgins.”

  “And you know a virgin from a mile away?”

  He winked. “One of my many gifts.”

  Nentres left, and I sat there thinking about our domestic and surreal morning. Yesterday, a dragon had saved me from jail time, fought the cyborg patrol, and nearly destroyed the habitat. Then I found out the dragon was actually a man. I’d slept with a dragon-man. Clearly, the moment my stepmother had brought me into the mansion was the moment the real world had ceased to exist and precisely when I’d begun to lose my mind. Because surely I could not sit here and believe this kind of stuff was actually happening to me.

  Cy aliens were one thing. Magic—was it magic?—and elementals were another, though I’d witnessed the evidence of both in a mythical creature with a wingspan of about seventy feet. I had ridden a dragon, nonetheless. But none of those extraordinary things measured up with how I felt this morning. Everything between my legs throbbed, the fire warmed the room, and I’d find pancakes made just for me downstairs.

  I hid under the covers.

  Nah. Let’s call a horse a horse again. I snuggled under the covers because everything, including the bed that smelled of sex, male, and power, gave me comfort. This morning, when I awoke with Nentres, I’d loved and feared everything it meant.

  Precisely the reason why I should leave.

  I could fall for this guy. He made me feel like the lady of the manor, fed me well, conversed with me, spanked me, and fucked me how I needed to be fucked. Not sweet, but forceful and in control. Nentres was a keeper guy. The kind my mom would adore and the kind my daddy would ask to go virtual fishing with. The kind of guy who took care of shit so that I wouldn’t have to, and before I knew it, I would be barefoot and pregnant, my shop downtown all but forgotten.

  I’d gotten out of bed, dressed, and gone downstairs, where Nentres rounded the Cy car and shook everyone’s hands except for the twin girls’ hands. Those he kissed politely like a good Southern boy.