by Sky Winters
Thorne's mind raced. He realized that this was a do-or-die type of situation. Even if he wanted to give up Adelaide, there was no chance these thugs would let him live.
Maybe if I can get them talking, he thought, I get some information out of them. Maybe give Adelaide a chance to get to a hiding place.
"You," said Thorne, his voice low and gruff. "Stay here until I talk to those assholes. And when I do, you make a break for it out the front door. Passcode for the gate out front is five-seven-seven. Just run as fast as you fucking can, and don't look back."
Adelaide said nothing, her face frozen in an expression of fear.
"Nod or something!" demanded Thorne. "I need to know you understand me!"
Adelaide finally nodded slowly.
"Good," he said. "Run into the bayou. I'll come find you. Just keep running."
Adelaide nodded again, but Thorne could tell she was almost too shocked by what was going on to really comprehend his words. He had hoped he wouldn't have to be the one to tell her about dragons, but at that moment, he realized how silly this thought had been. All he could hope for at this moment was that she was able to understand his simple directions of "run."
"Don't forget what I said," hissed Thorne, standing up and heading toward the back doors.
"Here I am," said Thorne, stepping out onto the backyard, his arms outstretched.
As he got closer, he could see that the thugs were a pair of twins, both with slim bodies, dirty blonde shoulder-length hair, and bony, menacing faces. He sized them up as he approached. Thorne knew that two on one would be tough, but he was a silver, and silvers were nothing to screw with.
"We don't want you," said one of the thugs. "We want the girl. Where is she?"
"Yes," said the other. "Give her to us now."
"Now," said Thorne, "why would I want to do a thing like that?"
The twins exchanged a look.
"Because, otherwise, you die."
"And how can I know for sure that you're not gonna just kill me anyway?" he said, hoping that Adelaide had already started running, knowing that each second he kept these two occupied was a little more distance she could cover. “I mean, grays aren't exactly known for their scrupulous ways."
"Because we're getting paid for this, just like you," said the twin on the right. "We're here to collect her; our client said nothing about you."
"Right," said the other twin. "As far as we're concerned, you can fuck off back to your mansion."
A client, thought Thorne. Who the fuck would this be?
"Who the hell are you working for?" said Thorne. "Who the hell wants this girl so goddamn bad?"
"Someone who wants to make sure that the Abruzzi don't have her. At any cost."
"Clearly not at any cost," said Thorne, "if they're hiring garbage-tier mercs like you."
The twins exchanged another look, this one more heated than the one before.
"You fucking silvers," said the twin on the right, "think you're the only mercs that matter, the only ones who can get the job done."
"You're arrogant," said the other twin. "And that arrogance will be your undoing."
"Now," said the right-most twin. "Are you going to give us the girl, or are we going to have to roast you alive?"
She'd better be gone, thought Thorne. Long fucking gone.
He knew a fight was about to break out, and Adelaide couldn't be anywhere near it. Thorne glanced quickly over his shoulder, looking to the area where he'd been with Adelaide only a few moments before.
To his horror, he saw that Adelaide hadn't run. She was still in that same spot, that same fearful expression on her face.
God-fucking-dammit! thought Thorne.
He knew that the time for subtlety was over.
"Adelaide!" he shouted, his voice booming. "Run! Right fucking now!"
That did it. Adelaide snapped back into reality, signaling her understanding with a nod. Then, she sprang up from where she was hidden and rushed out of sight, toward the front of the house.
"Get her!" said the twin on the right. "I'll deal with this duplicitous fuck!"
With that, the twins shifted into their dragon forms.
Time to fight, thought Thorne, shifting himself.
Moments later, Thorne was in his full silver dragon form, eye-to-eye with the twin on the right. The other took up and off into the air, the buffeting of his wings harsh in Thorne's eyes.
Shit, he thought. Gotta kill this fucker and then that one before he can get to Adelaide. Here goes nothing…
The dragon in front of him swiped through the air, Thorne ducking out of the way reflexively. Then, he lifted into the air, flapped in place for a moment, then hurtled toward Thorne like a ruby meteor. Thorne dodged this attack too, the dragon hitting the ground hard enough to crack the pavement from the impact.
Thorne moved back, putting a bit of distance between himself and the dragon. The gray struggled to his feet.
He's eager to go in for the kill right away, thought Thorne, squaring up his body and preparing for the gray's next attack. I just need to bait him and let him make his own mistakes.
Thorne prepared a feint, pulling his body back and looking as though he was about to rush in for a careless attack. The gray noticed this, and as Thorne hurtled toward him, his large scaled feet booming against the ground as he ran, the gray lunged back, filling his chest with air. Then, as Thorne grew closer, the gray did just what he'd hoped he would. A massive stream of dark orange fire shot from the gray's mouth; Thorne knew he wouldn't be able to resist roasting a rushing dragon. But Thorne was ready. As soon as he'd caught sight of the flames forming in the gray's mouth, he moved his body out of the way, taking flight and allowed the flame jet to shoot past him harmlessly. The pool, however, caught fire, the superheated flames of the red-hot enough to scorch the water itself.
The gray stumbled, the fire blast taking it out of him for a moment. Thorne wasn't about to waste this chance. He rose higher in the air, giving himself space for momentum. Then, once the gray was small beneath him, Thorne propelled himself downward, hurtling toward the earth and smashing the gray. He felt the snapping of many thick bones under him, and Thorne knew that this was it for this particular gray. The beast struggling helplessly underneath him, Thorne lunged in and bit down hard on the gray’s neck, snapping it like a stick.
The gray fell into a lifeless heap.
Now the second one, thought Thorne.
Thorne took off into the night sky, scanning around him for any sight of the gray dragon. Finally, he caught a glimpse of the beast flying away from the property, his huge ash-colored wings flapping against the ink-dark night sky.
I'm coming for you, motherfucker, thought Thorne, picking up his speed and racing toward the gray. Eventually, he caught up with him, the beast stopping in mid-flight and whipping his body around to face Thorne. Looking down, far below him onto the ground, Thorne eagerly searched for Adelaide among the thick trees. But he couldn't spot her.
Good, he thought. Get good and far the fuck away from here.
Now he had the second gray to deal with. The dragon pulled his head back and launched a fireball at Thorne, the superheated orb of flame hurtling toward him. Thorne, momentarily distracted by his search for Adelaide, was caught by surprise by the fireball. He moved out of the way, but not quickly enough to avoid having the very tip of his left wing singed.
Oh, you're gonna pay for that, you piece of shit, thought Thorne, anger building inside of him.
He let the scorching pain pass through his body. Once he collected himself, he prepared for the gray's attack. The dragon zipped through the air, hoping to hit Thorne hard enough to knock him out of the sky. But Thorne wasn't about to fall for this move. He dodged the gray with ease, the dragon hurtling past him.
You're not the only one here who can play with fire, prick, thought Thorne.
As the gray stopped in mid-air, turning himself around gracelessly in order to recover from his overshoot, Thorne let a buddin
g flame take form in his mouth. He held fast, giving the gray an easy target. Sure enough, the gray squared up for another attack.
Can't believe how easy these amateur fucks are to bait, he thought, feeling the heat from the flames in his mouth.
Then, the gray flapped his wings hard and rushed toward Thorne. But Thorne was ready. Right as the gray closed in on him, the beast's mouth wide open and his claws ready to rip and tear, Thorne opened his mouth and blasted out a thick jet of dark blue flame. The fire tore through the air, connecting with the gray and engulfing him in superhot fire within seconds. The gray, totally consumed by fire, kept himself aloft for a brief moment before the flames ate through his wings and sent him hurtling toward the ground. The beast let out one last roar as he dropped, and when he hit the ground in a flaming heap, Thorne heard the thud.
Now I gotta find the girl, he thought.
Thorne scanned the ground frantically, hoping to catch some sight of her. He had nightmare visions of her in the jaws of some gator, or God forbid, right where the gray happened to be when he smashed into the ground. But as he flew, he caught the scent of something – something strange and enticing. He sniffed the air, noting that the scent was almost intoxicating. He sniffed and sniffed, unable to resist the scent.
That's…gotta be her! he thought, aiming his body in the direction of the scent and flying as fast as he could.
What the hell kind of smell is that? he thought. Never smelled a human like that before.
He put his confusion out of his mind as he flew toward where the smell led him. Soon, he was able to spot movement among the trees, and sure enough, he saw that it was Adelaide. She was running as fast as she could, and from Thorne's height, he could see that she was headed in no place in particular. He flew toward the ground in front of her, smashing through the treetops and coming to a landing on the earth just before Adelaide. She stopped in place, and he took a long sniff of the air. Sure enough, the scent was stronger, almost overpowering.
Gotta ignore it, he thought. She smells so fucking good.
Adelaide, her eyes wide, stared up at Thorne. But he didn't have time to stand there while she looked at him with disbelief; he had to get her back to the house and figure out just what the hell was going on. He gestured with a swing of his head for her to climb on his back. It took a few moments, but she eventually got the hint and got on him. Once she'd had a moment to grab hold, Thorne took off, up and into the air. He flew over the bayou, making his way back to the house. Once they arrived, he came to a landing in the backyard, the flame on the pool dying down, the gray dragon twin now back in human form and splayed out lifelessly on the concrete.
Thorne felt Adelaide scrambled off his back, and once she was on the ground, took another long sniff of the air. With her on his back, the scent was so powerful that he could hardly think straight. Looking down at her as she stood before him, she was the only thought that could be held in his mind.
Thorne needed to fuck her, and now.
He shifted back into his human form, now face-to-face with Adelaide. The scent had left him intoxicated; he felt hardly in control of himself. So it was almost something of a surprise to him when he rushed toward Adelaide, took her into his arms, and kissed her hard.
CHAPTER 6
Adelaide fell into the kiss immediately. The flames still crackling on the surface of the water of the pool to their left, Adelaide and Thorne kissed hard and deep, holding their bodies close.
The events of the last half-hour were still rushing through her mind, and she hadn't even begun to process them. The dragons, the fighting, the flight, the smells – everything rushed through her head in a wild blur. But right there, at that moment, all she cared about was the man kissing her. Something about him, his taste, his smell – something – drove her completely wild, and as soon as he put his hands on her, she knew she had no chance. She was his, to do with whatever he wanted.
"You...smell so fucking good," grunted Thorne, his voice heavy with arousal.
Adelaide shared the sentiment. She moved her hands over his body, taking sweet satisfaction in the feeling of his rock-hard muscles against her fingertips. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she pulled it up and over his body, exposing a torso that was so ripped and sculpted that she couldn't believe it was real. The hard contours of his body were slicked with sweat, and the scent that was currently taking hold of her mind became even more mesmerizing by the moment.
Thorne was just as eager to get her nude. He grabbed onto her blouse, pulling it open and exposing her porcelain skin and heaving breasts, her cleavage pouring out of her lacy blue bra, rising and falling with each breath she took. Thorne quickly reached around her back, undoing the clasp of her bra, her ample breasts tumbling out. With the intensity of an uncaged animal, Thorne grabbed her bare breasts, squeezing them as he latched onto her pink nipples – now hard – and began licking and sucking them, one after the other. The feeling of his tongue lashing her nipples pushed sighs out of Adelaide's mouth, and the pleasure was so intense that she could hardly stand up straight.
Thorne took his mouth off Adelaide's breasts long enough to speak.
"I need to lick your pussy right now," he said. "I need to lick you until you cum; I want to feel my face covered in your juices.”
The thought was so arousing to Adelaide that she felt her knees buckle a bit. Before she had a chance to respond, Thorne picked her up by the hips and set her on one of the pool's deck chairs. He then grabbed onto the waist of her pants, pulling them down her slim, curvy legs and leaving her fully exposed. Glancing down, she noticed the look in Thorne's eyes – it was wild and untamed. She couldn't believe that something about her was causing this man, previously so self-possessed, to lose control in such a way. He was like a beast that wanted nothing more than to eat her alive.
And that's what she wanted, too.
Thorne grabbed onto her thighs, pulling her legs apart and exposing her pussy. He kissed her up and down the length of her legs, paying special attention to the area just around her sex. Adelaide heard Thorne breathe in deeply through his nose once his face was mere inches from her pussy; it struck her that perhaps this scent that was driving him wild was most strong there.
But she didn't have much time to consider the matter. Soon, after spending a little time licking and sucking on her lips, Thorne shoved his face into her cunt and began eating her like the beast he was. He ate her ravenously, licking her clit with the broad, flat part of his tongue. The sensation was like nothing Adelaide had ever experienced before. Thorne ate her with the ferocity of an animal but with the precision of an expert, fingering her pussy as he licked and sucked her. Wet, sloppy noises sounded as he ate her, and Adelaide was totally paralyzed with pleasure. All she could do was scream and moan as he ate her, her hands running through his thick, dark hair.
When the orgasm arrived, it hit her with the force of a tidal wave. The pleasure burst through her body, and her legs and thighs shivered and shook as she lost control.
"Holy fuck, holy fuck," she repeated over and over, the ecstasy crackling through her body like lightning. "Goddamnit!"
She didn't believe that it was possible to feel such pleasure. And once it faded, a naughty thought filled her mind. After all, Thorne wasn't the only one who was totally intoxicated by the other. Once Adelaide had a moment to catch her breath, she sat up. Thorne lifted himself up and, sure enough, his mouth was covered in her cream. A devious smile formed on his lips, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, just as he'd done during dinner when he'd finished with a different sort of feast.
Adelaide shimmied down the deck chair until she was eye-to-eye with Thorne. She slapped her hands on his hips, guiding him until he was standing up straight and she was seated in front of him, her eyes right in front of the bulge of his crotch. Her mouth watered as she moved her hands over the denim of his jeans, caressing his stone-solid cock through the fabric.
She couldn't wait another moment. Undoing his belt as fast as she
could, Adelaide pulled open the button and undid the zipper before yanking down his pants and leaving him in nothing but his skin-tight boxer-briefs, his cock straining the thin cotton. Slipping her fingers under the waistband, she pulled his underwear down to his ankles, his cock springing out in front of eyes.
"Holy shit," she said, looking at the massive prick in front of her.
Granted, she hadn't seen too many cocks in person in her time, but the one currently at full mast in front of her was easily the biggest she'd ever seen. Adelaide was both intimidated and aroused beyond belief. She wrapped her hand around the base of Thorne's prick, a low growl sounding from his throat as she began to stroke him. Adelaide couldn't believe how small her fingers looked around Thorne's prick, and she couldn't even begin to imagine how she was going to get the whole thing in her mouth, let alone in her pussy. But she was more than willing to try.
"Suck that cock," said Thorne, his voice in that same animal growl.
Normally, Adelaide would bristle at being commanded by a man like this. But, for some reason, now it was all she wanted. She loved how she made him lose control, how she was able to turn him into a sex-crazed beast with nothing more than her body and her scent.
Adelaide started with soft kisses along his head. Thorne's scent flooded into her nose as she moved closer to his prick, and she felt that she herself was on the verge of losing her mind with lust. She kissed and licked his head, the end of his prick soon covered in a thin, glistening sheen. Thorne continued to growl, after a little more of this teasing, he slipped his hand into Adelaide's hair, guiding her to take more and more of his cock into her mouth. Once her lips had been positioned at the tip of his prick, Adelaide looked up at Thorne with sensual, daring eyes.
Here goes nothing, she thought, opening her mouth and taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
Once the first few inches of him were in her mouth, Adelaide took a moment to allow herself to accustom to it. After all, she had many, many more inches to go. Then, after flashing Thorn another sensual expression, she formed a tight seal around his cock with her lips and moved down slowly, tasting every inch of him as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Soon, she had his entire length in her mouth. Thorne grunted with pleasure as she held him like this before guiding her back along his prick.