Dragon Actually dk-1

by G. A. Aiken

  They both continued touching and rubbing each other, pushing each other to come. When her legs began to shake, Bercelak thrust harder and teased her clit with his thumb. Her hand gripped him tighter, stroking and stroking until they came together, writhing and grinding.

  When they finally released each other, he looked into her eyes and together they said, “You’re absolutely mad about me.”

  She burst out in delightful laughter, but he covered her mouth with his hand, his body tensing at the smell of human flesh nearby.

  Rhiannon’s blue eyes watched him, but she said nothing. She didn’t fight him.

  They waited and he wasn’t surprised when human soldiers stepped into view. Thankfully, they were so deep into the trees that none of the men could see them.

  There were a lot of them—at least a battalion—and they had two large catapults equipped with long, thick spears. Perfect for taking down a dragon. This wasn’t the first time humans came to his parent’s home in the hopes of capturing or killing one of his kind for sport. Nor would it be the last.

  Leaning into Rhiannon, he whispered in her ear, “They’ve come to hunt us. You need to get back to the castle. Get my father. My brothers and sisters.”

  Again, she didn’t argue. Merely nodded her head and brushed her hand against his jaw.

  “Wait until I challenge them . . . then run. Understand?”

  She nodded once more.

  He kissed her forehead and stood up. He moved away from her and shifted, knocking down trees and startling the soldiers.

  They attacked immediately, but he still took a quick moment to make sure she’d followed his orders. She had. He could see her long body darting through the trees. Knowing his family would protect her, he turned his attentions back to the soldiers moving on him.

  Rhiannon had barely cleared the trees when big arms wrapped around her and yanked her back into a large, armored body.

  “Gotcha!”

  There were four of them and she was naked and unable to change. Nay. Not good.

  “Willing to whore yourself out to a dragon. So I guess you’ll be willing to take us on as well, eh?”

  The one holding her threw her to the ground. She kicked out, nailing one in the groin. When he doubled over, she slammed her fist into his jaw. She felt bone shatter under her knuckles. Her father would be proud.

  The soldier stumbled away, staring at her as Rhiannon scrambled to her feet.

  “Gods, she broke his jaw,” one of them said in awe.

  She truly did detest them. Humans. Vile, horrid creatures that smelled awful and seemed averse to general bathing.

  The three still-undamaged men, stood around her now. Surrounded her. But before they moved a roar from the river’s edge caught all of their attention.

  Rhiannon turned in time to see some human twisting a broadsword into Bercelak’s back. Others had ropes around his snout and neck.

  “No.” She didn’t know she said it out loud until she screamed, “No!”

  But before she could run back to the castle for help, the men surrounding her attacked. One slamming his fist into her stomach, another grabbing hold of her hair. Yet it was the one who slapped her face that caused her the most anger. The rage swept through her and she roared.

  Humans. Humans were treating her like this!

  “Look at her!” one of those insipid little humans yelled, and Rhiannon turned toward them. It took her several moments to realize she now glared down at them. And with a quick glance at herself, she saw that she was dragon again.

  Grinning, she watched the men who had been so ready to beat and rape her run for their lives. She snapped one up, biting him in half. Another one she backhanded into the trees, loving the sound of his spine snapping as he hit a sturdy trunk. But the one who slapped her . . . him she picked up in her claw and bathed in his screams as she ground him to pulp.

  Once done, she headed back toward Bercelak, determined to help him now that she actually could. But as soon as she burst from the trees, they screamed warnings and suddenly ropes wrapped around her throat.

  “A pair,” one of them screamed. “A breeding pair! Bring ’em back alive.”

  Chapter 9

  Bring them back alive?Well that was unacceptable. No one was bringing her or Bercelak anywhere.

  But the ropes around her neck cut into her throat in such a way she couldn’t breathe fire. Whoever sent them knew how to hunt dragons.

  Still, Rhiannon had other talents.

  The power buried inside her for so long now soared through her body, and she used it to full advantage.

  She flicked the talons on her right claw and the line of men beside her flew back. With a flip of her claw, she set another line of soldiers on fire without even needing to open her jaw or speak a chant out loud.

  Her ability to harm them without doing much more than think in their direction confused the men, which allowed her to pull on the ropes holding her. She dragged the soldiers over to her in the process and as they got close she stepped on them, enjoying the little squishy sounds they made.

  While she finished off the few who’d targeted her, Bercelak destroyed the others. The broadsword still protruded from his back, but he no longer seemed to notice or care.

  Yanking the rope off her throat, Rhiannon finished off the few soldiers running from her with a blast of her flame. Showing off for Bercelak, she let it whip out and around trees. Circling around until it leaped out in front of them, enveloping them in fire.

  She looked at Bercelak and smiled. “Not bad, eh?”

  “I thought I told you to go back to the castle? Was I not clear?”

  He was angry, which made her defensive. “I did what I had to do. I’d do it again. And I don’t owe you, Low Born, an explanation for anything I do!”

  “So,” he barked while struggling to reach the broadsword sticking out of his back, “I cannot rely on you to follow simple instructions? That’s what you’re telling me.”

  “What I’m telling you . . . oh!” She stormed around him and, without an ounce of mercy, yanked the steel from his back.

  His pained roar rang out over the valley.

  She tossed the weapon down. “What I’m telling you is I did what I thought was right. I’ll always do what I think is right. Including protecting you if I deem it necessary!”

  “I don’t need your protection!”

  “And I don’t need you!”

  She went to walk around him and out of the valley, but his tail caught hold of hers, yanking her back.

  “Rhiannon, wait.”

  “No!” But with their tails locked together, she couldn’t leave. And Bercelak wouldn’t let her go. “Release me, Low Born!”

  “Stop calling me that!”

  “Then stop acting like it!”

  Both crouching down now, their tails locked, they circled each other. Both ready to attack at a second’s notice.

  “You make everything so difficult, Princess.”

  “No. I don’t. I don’t need you to baby me, Bercelak. To always protect me. I can’t be queen if you’re constantly stepping in and telling me what to do.”

  He stopped moving. “I was only trying to protect you. It’s my job to keep you safe.”

  “No. It’s not. If I’m ever queen, I’ll have guards for that. They will protect me from enemies. But I’ll not bed them.”

  His black eyes focused on her face. “You better not.”

  She finally chuckled. “I hadn’t planned on it.”

  “Good,” he grumbled while he took several steps toward her. “I’d hate to kill all those guards for no reason.”

  Rhiannon grinned and moved around him, their bodies getting closer and closer. “I will always listen to your counsel, Bercelak. But you must trust me to make the best decisions I deem necessary.”

  He stared at her body, but didn’t respond.

  “Bercelak?”

  “What?”

  “I’d actually like an answer on that one.”
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br />   He turned back to her face. “An answer on what?”

  “Your attention seems to be waning.”

  “Not really.” His eyes again roamed over her dragonform. “You’re dragon, Rhiannon.”

  “Aye, Bercelak. I am.”

  “Then come to me. I plan to take you as dragon.”

  She knew how this game was played, although she’d never found anyone worthy. Until now.

  With a shake of her head, her white hair falling around her, “You’ll have to catch me first, Low Born.”

  Then she took to the darkening skies, her lover hot on her tail.

  It was her screaming that woke him the next morning. Bercelak scrambled up and searched the area for more soldiers. But all he saw was a screeching Rhiannon.

  A screeching human Rhiannon.

  “Look at me! What happened?”

  He had no idea. When they’d finally worn themselves out after finding many more uses for their tails, they’d nearly passed out more than fallen asleep, exhaustion of the day and night finally catching up with them.

  But when they’d slept, Rhiannon the dragon lay curled against his side, her light sleep-growls making him feel more content then he ever had before.

  Yet here she was before him in the harsh light of the two suns. As human. It didn’t matter to him whether Rhiannon was human or dragon. As long as she was his. But he knew it bothered her, which meant he had to fix this.

  “Rhiannon—”

  “Look at these spindly things!” Her arms flailed wildly over her head. “And all this soft, useless flesh!”

  If she were trying to get him hard and lusty, she was succeeding quite nicely.

  She turned and pointed at her ass. “And I could be wrong, but I think this thing is even bigger than is normal for a human my size. How is that acceptable?”

  Quickly, Bercelak shifted. “Rhiannon, calm—”

  “Don’t tell me to calm down! That bitch did this to me, and I’ll make her pay for it!”

  She stormed off and Bercelak had a hell of a time keeping up with her. Anyone else, he’d assume they were merely spouting centaur shit about challenging the queen. But he would put nothing past Rhiannon, especially when she was this angry. Yet she could not face her mother now. Forget the guards who never left the queen’s side. Rhiannon was still human—and clearly would remain that way as long as the spell remained unbroken—her powers not nearly as strong as when she was dragon. And since he’d never seen the queen shift to human in all the decades he’d been at her court, he somehow doubted she’d do it now if her daughter issued a challenge. In fact, he felt relatively certain nothing could get the queen to shift to human while Rhiannon still breathed.

  “I wish you’d stop for a second so we can talk.”

  “Talk? About what?”

  “About what we need to do next.”

  “Besides kill my mother? I have no idea.”

  Grabbing hold of her arm, Bercelak pulled her up short and turned her to face him. “We’re in this together, Rhiannon. You and me. What hurts you, affects me the same way.”

  “You don’t understand.”

  He gripped her other arm gently and pulled her close. “Then explain it to me.”

  Rhiannon took a deep breath and stared at the ground. “She knew how much this would hurt me. How much not being dragon would . . . would eat away at me until there was nothing of me left.” She looked up into his face. “I know you don’t see it. I know you don’t see my mother’s true intent. You’ve always had a blind spot when it came to her. But she won’t be happy until she’s destroyed me, Bercelak. Until she’s taken every last bit of me. Your family . . . they love each other. Your mother protects all of you, and your father . . . he’d die before he let anything happen to one of you. But I don’t have that with my mother or my siblings. I never have and I never will.”

  She took a deep breath and pulled out of his grasp. “She will make you choose, Bercelak. I know you don’t believe it. But trust me on this.”

  With one sad, long look at him that completely destroyed his heart, she turned and walked off. Back to the castle and the safety of his kin.

  Rhiannon sat on the slanted ledge outside her room, staring out over the battlements of Ailean’s castle and lands as the two suns faded to make room for the night. All that kept her from falling was her sturdy foothold on the slats.

  She wondered what she’d do next. Wondered where this particular path was going. She knew now she loved Bercelak. She knew it because she’d risked her life for him and because seeing the hurt look on his face had ripped the heart from her feeble human chest. She loved him, but she could only bring him pain. Her mother would make sure of that. Gods, how she hated that female. Her own mother. No matter what humans thought, dragons were not the godless creatures they believed her kind to be. They loved, they despaired. They felt joy and pain. They experienced all those things humans thought only their kind could feel.

  For more than eighty years, Rhiannon had cut off her heart. She didn’t allow herself to feel much of anything, but still her mother found a way to hurt her. Not really surprising, though, since only a mother knew how to truly hurt or enhance children. Where Bercelak’s mother always had a kind word or a soft touch for her lawless brood, Addiena only had derision and complaint for hers.

  Rhiannon didn’t realize how much she’d missed having her mother’s love until she came here. Until she watched Bercelak’s kin with each other.

  Part of her wanted to hate them. Hate them for giving her hope she could one day feel as safe as they all did. That one day, she’d have a family that fought and screamed and generally annoyed each other nearly to death, but who still loved and protected each other as if it were their right.

  But no . . . she’d never have that. She’d never have that life.

  She sighed and debated whether to go back in when Maelona screamed, “Don’t jump!” It startled her and Rhiannon felt her body slip on the smooth tiles, her balance gone. She slid down, her hands scrabbling for something to grab onto. Her human body would never survive this fall and she had no idea how to stop herself without wings.

  Her legs flailed over the side of the ledge and she slid into nothingness.

  Bercelak, leaning back in his father’s favorite chair, took the goblet of wine his mother offered him. He glanced at her and she smiled.

  “Don’t worry. It’s not your father’s. It’s mine.”

  Nodding, he took a long drink.

  Her hand slid over his face, cupping his jaw. It was something she did often because she could.

  “Mother?”

  “Hhmm?”

  “Have you ever regretted being with my father?”

  “Why does everyone keep asking me that question?”

  “Sorry?”

  “Nothing.” She sat down at the table across from him, her hands sliding through her gold hair. “That is not an easy question to answer, my son. At least not to you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re not as easily put off as your kin.” She gave a delicate shrug. “Look, there are sacrifices all mates must make for each other. And you do it willingly because you love them.”

  “You hate spending so much time being human, don’t you?”

  She was quiet for a long moment, then said, “I miss my cave. I miss my privacy. I’ve learned to tolerate this body because . . .” She gave a soft smile and her son held his hand up.

  “I understand.” If there was one thing he and the rest of the universe knew about his father was that the bastard knew how to pleasure a female. But Ailean took special delight in exploring a woman’s body. “So you have given up much.”

  “No. I still have my cave. I go there when your father leaves for war or to travel. When I’m alone, I am always dragon and I revel in it. But nothing, absolutely nothing brings me as much joy as your father.”

  “He’s loud and obnoxious.”

  “He’s hilarious and passionate and your father.”
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  “More’s the pity.”

  His mother’s hand slamming down hard on the oak table caused Bercelak to jump even though Bercelak didn’t jump . . . ever.

  “Your father loves you, brat. He would die to protect you and only wants you to be happy. I never saw a dragon look as proud as he did the day he saw your frowning face look up at him first time. Even then he knew you were special. Different. So don’t think for a second that you can dismiss him, and definitely don’t think you can put him down to me. I won’t tolerate it.”

  Bercelak bowed his head. “I’m sorry.”

  He heard his mother take in a deep breath. Then another. Finally, she said, “It’s all right. I know you’re frustrated and unsure what to do. But I know you’ll do the right thing.”

  “I hope you’re right.”

  The study door opened and his father walked in, stopping short as soon as he saw the pair of them looking so serious.

  “Oh, sorry. I’m not . . . uh . . . interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I?”

  Shalin laughed. “No, you old bear. You’re not. Just talking with our hatchling.”

  Ailean nodded his head. “Good. Good.” He walked up to his mate, but spoke to his son. “Nice work with those soldiers out there, by the way.”

  “Thank you, Father.”

  “Your female did a nice job as well. I’m impressed she’s not some vapid princess.”

  “She protected me.”

  “Good. Good.” His father scooped his mother up, sat in the chair, and then re-positioned her on his lap, holding her close like he always did. “I like her, if that means anything. She’s a bit rough around the edges, but I think that’s because she had no choice with that bitch of a mother she was cursed with.”

  “I agree,” Bercelak replied solemnly. “I just don’t know how to make her happy.”

  “You’ll learn that in time. Of course, you may want to see if she hit the ground or not. I just saw her sliding off the ledge under her window.”

  Bercelak’s head snapped up. “What?”

  A strong hand grabbed hold of her wrist. “Gotcha!” Rhiannon looked up to see Ghleanna smiling down at her. “Almost lost you there.”