Dragon's Secret Baby (Silver Dragon Mercenaries Book 1)

by Sky Winters

  "So if I wanted to choose you," she muttered, the words toppling from her lips one by one, hesitant to spill forth, "then I'd need to..."

  Little by little he'd closed the distance between them without her noticing, and now their thighs nearly brushed together. To make her choice, she was going to have to take one of the wolves as her mate. Derek was asking her to give herself over entirely to one of them, asking her to make a choice Stella would have never sought to make on her own. And Derek, so sure of himself and strong, was the most irresistible of them all.

  Stella turned her head to look towards him. Even the small gesture felt difficult, as though she moved through syrup instead of through air. Stella swallowed hard, letting her eyes trail over his sharp features as he ate her up with his eyes. It was the same kind of gravity she had felt when she was with Will, and Stella began to wonder if it wasn't an attraction to werewolves rather than a unique attraction to the man. Right now it didn't seem to matter. For the first time in a year she wasn't thinking about Will, wasn't mourning him.

  Derek had filled his space, even if only temporarily.

  "Yeah," Derek murmured. Around them, crickets chirped and in the distance an owl hooted. The landscape was alive with music, as though nature existed just to serenade them. A tremble ran through Stella's core. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was the realization of her mortality after her confrontation with the shadows, but she felt ready to make a decision. A rash decision. It had been a long time since she'd done anything so mindlessly.

  Full lips parted, and Stella brushed a strand of her brown hair nervously behind her ear. The last of her inhibitions fled. The smell of leather and tobacco were thick on the air now that Derek had drawn closer, and she couldn't get enough of it.

  "Then let me make my choice," she murmured. Little by little their faces drew close, Derek's lips her only focus. Thin, hard, and masculine. How acrid would the smoke leave? What might his mouth taste like?

  Their lips brushed, but Derek did not give her the pleasure of kissing her in full. Instead, he grabbed her by the wrist just as he had back in the city.

  "Let me take you somewhere a little more private," he whispered. As he spoke, his lips brushed against hers and promised intimacies the likes she hadn't experienced the course of a long, lonely year.

  Derek propped himself up from porch and pulled her to her feet, and together they strode from the front of the house and forward a barn across a vast stretch of land in the backyard.

  Today had been the stuff of storybooks, but Stella's fantasy had just begun.

  Chapter Three

  Derek's strong hands grabbed her by the shoulders, was with a ferocious shove he pushed her to the ground. A pile of loose straw broke her fall, and strands of it caught the air stirred by her ungraceful topple backwards. In the dull light of the night, streaming through the cracks between the wooden slats that made up the barn and through the open door behind them, Stella could see Derek's mischievous smirk. Above her he was little more than one of the shadows that had hunted her back in the city, but Stella felt no fear. Derek had rescued her once before, and although his intentions were not pure, she knew them to be in her best interest.

  "I was his right hand man, you know," he rumbled from in front of her, catching her eye as she sank down amongst the straw. It was much more coarse and uncomfortable than she'd anticipated, but Stella found she didn't mind. Derek had her heart pounding. "I'm the strongest in the pack now, and the most able. You aren't making a mistake."

  Then he was upon her. As smooth as frost settling across a field of grass, he dropped down over her and lowered his body atop hers. In him she saw Will's passion and heart. In him was a taste of the recklessness Will had always had, and Stella craved to call those traits hers again.

  "Honestly," she whispered, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him close, "I don't care right now. You were the one to save me. You were the one to take charge. Now, you're the one who's going to get the reward."

  A low, pleased growl rolled in the back of Derek's throat as he looked down upon her. He had himself propped up on his palms, his torso pressed against hers to purposefully let her feel his stirring erection. The atmosphere between them still felt thick, and Stella felt the arousal stirring deep within her in correspondence. Missy was right. It was time she got out and met some people. Tonight, she was going to meet Derek's every inch.

  "Mine," he uttered. Derek shouldered off his leather jacket and tossed it aside. Hay crinkled beneath its weight, and for the first time, Stella felt the true heat of his body. Just like Will, Derek ran hot. She'd always found it so strange how a human body could feel so heated without being sick. Now she understood. Will had never been completely human, and Derek wasn't human, either.

  With his jacket removed, Derek no longer hesitated. Their lips met at last, full and hard. With one broad hand he gripped her hair and held her down amongst the straw as he claimed their lips. It was the same ritual she'd always shared with Will, but now, without the gentle redeeming qualities her deceased love possessed, the act was wild and raw and exciting. Harsh. Lustful but void of emotion. It was everything she needed.

  Thick smoke flavored his lips and mouth, but it did not stop her. Derek was a bad boy, exactly the kind of wild man she'd never want her mother to know she was attracted to, let alone curled up with in a hay pile. But when his tongue pushed its way into her mouth to meet hers, Stella thought of nothing else but the feel of his body.

  Her hands gripped at him tight, and even as he pulled at her hair, she struggled with him and rolled him over. There would be no giving in, no submission. Tonight Stella wanted to play hard, and there was no better partner for some rough treatment than Derek.

  Punishment came quickly. His teeth sunk into her bottom lip to scold her and put her back in her place, and Stella inhaled sharply with joint pain and pleasure.

  A flurry of kisses and nips. Derek tugged at Stella's hair, and Stella sank her nails into his shoulders. Each pinprick of pain led to pleasure, and it wasn't long before she felt pulsing pleasure spread through her abdomen as desire grew. She wanted him. She needed him. Tonight she would give him her body, and with it, control of the pack she had inherited from Will.

  Derek's clothes came off, baring his gorgeous, chiseled chest and hard abs. Between wild kisses and animalistic pain, Derek stripped his boxers away to reveal the cock that had hardened as they played. Thick and dripping for her. Stella had never seen so much precum, and her eyes darted between his cock and his eyes as her humanity gave way to her arousal. Sex, and only sex, would sate the desire he'd stirred inside of her. She wanted to feel him work his hot precum through her. She wanted to be left sopping with his load, dirty with his seed.

  And Derek wasn't going to deny her for much longer.

  Another growl left his lips, this one fiercer than before. There was no mistaking it — the passion of the wolf coursed through his veins. No human could make noises like the ones that escaped him. Everything he'd told her that night was true. Derek was a werewolf, and she didn't doubt that Tristen was one as well.

  Amongst the slatted shadows of the barn, Derek yanked her panties free and ran a finger along the slit of her sex, testing how wet she'd become for him. Stella hadn't realized just how drenched she was until he brought her attention to it — never had she been so soaked. Derek had awoken the wilderness inside of her, and she was loath to let it go.

  "Fuck," he breathed. "Am I going to fuck you like you deserve. It's a good thing Will never told me what a little hot and needy thing you are, or I might have gone after you while he was still alive. But now you're mine, and nothing's going to get between that."

  Stella's thighs were willfully parted, and Derek had no trouble maneuvering the both of them into position. Nestled amongst the hay, wrapped up in the bad boy's arms, the werewolf took her. The thick head of his cock forced its way into her tight entrance, near splitting her apart. Stella cried out and tightened her hold arou
nd his neck, unused to such harsh treatment. A year was a long time for her not to have sex after a voracious sex life shared with Will, and she was out of practice. Derek would get her back in shape before long.

  The curved length of his cock slipped inside of her, pushing the crown in further. How it throbbed and pulsed. Derek had just begun, but already his warmth had begun to flood her. Heated precum spilled in abundance to coat her walls and work its way towards her womb, and the danger became real. Stella wasn't on birth control, and she wasn't going to make Derek pull out. Tonight she was beyond herself with lust, and she already knew that she wanted him to lose control deep inside of her. For him, a moment of selfish pleasure might just change the rest of her life, and the cruel injustice of it was as arousing as any of the pain they'd shared.

  Derek began to rut. The thrusts were not soft or introductory, but loaded and senseless. Bestial humping with one purpose in mind — to cum quick, and cum hard. Stella's body replied back in kind, rising and falling against his thrusts as he chased moan after moan from her lips. Pleasure was mounting quickly, and it wouldn't be long before she came.

  "Derek," a panted gasp. "Derek, I need to..."

  "Don't you fucking dare," he hissed. "Don't you fucking dare do it until I cum first."

  Aggressive, dominant, and greedy, Derek was pushing her towards the edge. A brash asshole, maybe, but undeniably hot, Stella knew she'd made the right choice. The only choice.

  "Then cum fast," she gasped. "Cum fast, because I don't know how much longer I can hold this back."

  Pleasure had begun to spiral out of control, intensifying and welling deep in her gut as he used her body like his toy. And when she saw him grit his teeth and furrow his brow in ecstasy, and felt the first hot streams of cum start to fill her, Stella could not hold it back anymore. As Derek pushed as deep as he could inside of her to spill his seed again her womb, Stella's orgasm hit. Shuddering waves of pleasure rushed through her sex, and she gasped and cried out as she tightened around his shaft. Fluttering contractions drew his cum deeper, but she couldn't hold it back. She wanted his cum in her womb. There was nothing hotter than imagining herself swelling with his gorgeous offspring after an unprotected night amongst the hay.

  Derek was the first to settle, and he collapsed against her body as his cock grew flaccid. Even as he lost his erection, Stella's pleasure continued. The waves of lust grew weaker and weaker until they had stop, but even after finding her release, she found herself craving more. One load of cum was not enough; she needed to cum around Derek's cock again, and feel him lose control to her once more.

  But before she could make her desire clear, Derek picked himself up from on top of her and brushed they hay from his body.

  "Thanks," he said. From amongst their belongings he fished his boxers, and jumped into them without hesitation. From wild and heated to cold and distant, his attitude had taken an unexpected turn. Stella set her lips and studied him as he continued to dress. Was that really it?

  "I'm going to head back inside and get the boys ready," Derek said simply. "We ride tonight. Now that I'm in charge, we're going to take the city back and reclaim all the land that is rightfully ours. And no wolf is going to stand in our way."

  Had all that passion and the chemistry between them really been a ploy? Stella felt regret begin to set in. Yes, she'd chosen hastily, and yes, she wasn't invested in the pack, but she thought that she'd shared a genuine connection with Derek, an instant attraction that had left her breathless. But it seemed like she was mistaken.

  "I guess camp out here while we take care of business. I'll send someone out to pick you up once the coast is clear. Feel free to use the house; it's ours."

  Ours. She wondered how he meant it — hers and his, or his and the packs? Stella was near positive he meant the latter.

  As he strode from the barn, Derek tucked a hand into the pocket of his coat and withdrew a cigarette from a carton kept within. The last thing Stella saw before he left was the flash of ignition from a lighter. The smell of tobacco wafted back to keep her company.

  What had felt so right and natural now felt wrong, and she twisted amongst the hay to try to chase the feeling from inside of her. Nothing quite seemed to work.

  It was a lonely night in the middle of nowhere, alone with her regrets. But eventually, Stella saw herself into one of the bedrooms in the farm house and chased sleep. It had been a hell of a day, and she was eager for a brighter tomorrow.

  Chapter Four

  There was to be no more hiding. Engines revved and roared through the dead of night as they cut off the highway and back into the city. Nine wolves strong, now unified beneath an anointed alpha, they would fight until victory or lose their lives to defeat. There would be no other way.

  Derek led them on a circuit through the streets, one he was sure would draw the eyes of every unwelcome aggressor that had dared move in while their forces were weak. Will's death had been kept a secret for months and months, but no news stayed hidden forever. Just as the pack had found Stella at long last, so too had the other wolves discovered their dissolved ranks. Tonight, every wrong would be righted.

  Nine burly motorcycles ripped their way through the residential area and into the industrial sector. Factories, abandoned at this hour, were lit up by security lights along their exteriors. Vast parking lots and unloading areas offered flat terrain that would serve them well for battle away from prying eyes. Electronic scramblers would take care of any security cameras, and Tristen had already overseen to their activation. Maybe his kid brother wasn't as strong as he was, but he knew about the kind of smart shit Derek could never be bothered with. Tinkering with toys was meant for boys; Derek hadn't been a boy in a long time.

  Before they'd drawn to a stop, red eyes appeared in the distance, staring them down. The pack was smaller than their own — Derek could tell by scent alone — but it had likely been unified under a competent alpha for long enough to be dangerous. But Derek knew his men, and knew his own strength, and found himself unconcerned. They could do this, would do this, and nothing was going to hold them back.

  With grace only afforded by the wolf, one by one his pack jumped from their bikes to hit the ground on all fours. Fearsome, oversized grey wolves appeared one by one in the place of the men who'd once rode. Tristen was the last of his underlings to transform, and once he had, Derek swung his leg from over his bike and gazed unflinchingly at the red eyes in the distance. Now, the red eyes of their grey wolves gazed back in return.

  "If you leave now," Derek called, voice stern and unwavering, "if you willingly vacate the territory you have stolen from my pack, we will let you leave in one piece. This is your only warning."

  His words were punctuated by the snarls of eight other wolves, but the red eyes were not swayed by the display. Instead, one by one, they approached. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they were going to get.

  "As you will," Derek called out. "We gave you fair warning, and we gave you a shot at keeping your lives. You have no one to blame for your death than yourself."

  Another volley of snarls, but these ones ripped from the maws of the approaching wolves. For as dire as the situation was, Derek grinned. After a fuck the likes of the one he'd just had, a fight was just what he needed. The taste of blood and the crunch of bone would stir the animal inside.

  The ninth grey wolf joined its companions, and the two packs sprung at each other through the darkness.

  The night bled, and one by one, sets of red eyes blinked out of existence.

  Chapter Five

  Morning had begun to light the horizon when Stella was stirred from her sleep. Amber rays of light shot across the bedroom floor from between the gaps in the curtains, giving her just enough light to see the young man who stood at the foot of her bed.

  The light of the rising sun caught his eyes, and for a second they flashed red. A gasp caught in Stella's throat, but she did not vocalize it; recognition had struck her in the same moment. Tristen. The
blonde stood at the foot of her bed, overlooking her. For a moment, nothing was said. Their eyes locked, and then his lips parted to speak.

  "Derek wants you back in the city. We won."

  There was a hollow quality to his voice and a haunted look in his eyes. The win had given him no joy.

  Beneath the thick quilt, Stella was undressed. Her clothes were folded next to the bed on the floor next to her shoes, and she was sure Tristen would have noticed her bare shoulders if not the clothes at her bedside.

  The physical contact they'd shared last night had acted as a contract, and now she was bound to Derek. Returning to him did not feel like a pleasure. Stella shifted beneath the blankets and drew them up further over her shoulders in an attempt to hide.

  "I don't want to go," she admitted. "I don't want anything to do with this. Not anymore."

  Last night's carefree behavior had left her emotionally raw. Was she really supposed to spend the rest of her life with a man that had made her beg for it, only to leave her when she needed more?

  "That's not going to happen," Tristen said reluctantly. It seemed her picked up on her discomfort easily, and sympathized with it. "You're with the pack, and you've been with the pack since you bonded with Will. Now that we've found you and you're back with us, we're not letting you go again."

  "Then don't make me go back with Derek," she said. "Let me go back to my apartment to be on my own. He isn't the one I want."

  Beautiful blonde hair, slender ethereal features, soulful eyes. Tristen wasn't as powerful or as strong willed as Derek was, but there was something charming and personable about him. Stella pursed her lips and observed his from where she lay.

  "You made your choice." Tristen settled on the edge of the bed, looking her over. Regret. Genuine regret pulled his features taut.