Shifter Romance: Dragon's Bite (Paranormal Shifter Romance) (Shifter Romance, Paranormal Romance, Angels, Devils, Demons,Short Stories)

by Michael Reese

  “When is it?”

  “It opens the week of the fourteenth of December.” Clodagh said, trying to imagine the ice in the air at the time and wondered if she would experience her first snowfall that it was always too warm to have in Phoenix.

  “The week before the weeding! How ideal!” Her mother squealed in excitement, clasping her hands together.

  Clodagh ran a hand through a hand through Henry’s curls, before bending and kissing the back of his head, turning him back towards his maths timetables.

  “Well done Cloey!” Harriet said, beaming a toothy smile as she stuck her Barbie pencil into her cheek and turned back to her sums with a frustrated expression on her face. Clodagh kissed to top of her head like she did to Henry and smiled.

  She turned to see her mother unhooking her coat outside in the hallway. In explanation she took Lyle’s hand.

  “Lyle and I are heading out to dinner tonight.”

  Clodagh nodded and smiled, before turning upstairs and showering. It was not until the twins were tucked in bed that she felt like she could relax and she fell back onto her smoothened bed, and sighed.

  A knock on the door caught her attention and she looked up.

  Axel was standing in the doorway, his head peering around the door. Clodagh hopped off her bed, still wrapped into the towel from the shower with a small flush creeping up her neck. His eyes widened as he noticed that she was in a towel, and then he too flushed. Clodagh nodded to him to come in.

  “I just wanted to say congratulations on your ballet role. That’s amazing.” Whilst he spoke he took two fragile steps forward, as though still worried to be in her presence.

  “Thanks. It means a lot to me.” Not knowing why, she also took a step forward before becoming aware of their closeness and becoming still.

  There was a moment of tension when both of them seemed to recognise the limited time left in their situation as non-stepbrother and stepsister.

  He crossed the remaining space and kissed her, hands gripping both sides of her face. Clodagh did not step away, but fell into his body and accepted the kiss with relish. His hands were large on the small of her back and she began to fall into the warmth of his mouth.

  The kiss was slow to begin and she could only taste small portions of his mouth, but the minute she pressed her lips to his, tongue ready, he sped up his pace and Clodagh moaned into his mouth with a weakness that she could not deny – she wanted him, and that much would always be plain and for the present moment she did not want to deny it anymore.

  His hands moved slowly from the small of her back into the nape of her neck. She shivered under the tingles left by his hands, which only surmounted more so by Axel moving his perfectly smooth lips to her neck, and leaving a trail of kisses along her neck, leading to her chest. Goose bumps rose in rows and Clodagh felt her nipples harden under her grip on her towel.

  This Axel felt different to every other Axel which she had ever encountered and she couldn’t help but fall into his grip, and loosen her grip on the towel. Her grip relaxed enough until her breasts were exposed. She could feel Axel’s exulted exhale on her chest and she gasped as his gaze fell on her slowly, as though stopped to appreciate her full beauty.

  Clodagh had never felt like that before, and she knew that she was loving the feeling of being special.

  “You’re beautiful.” Axel whispered to her in the half light and Clodagh’s smile broke and she couldn’t stop beaming to him.

  The moment of laughter broke and Axel kissed her again, one hand pressed more to her heartbeat than her breast at first, before resting a hand over her small left breast. She smiled into the kiss, before the backs of her knees hit the bend of her bed and she fell backwards, totally losing grip in her towel and exposing herself entirely.

  Axel gave her a long look over and took a deep breath in, but before Clodagh had time to blush, he lowered his lips to her and was kissing her neck again, moving much lower and faster all the time.

  Her hands found the back of his neck and they slipped under the thin material over his shirt. Clodagh found his skin warm and sticky to touch – he was ready so soon.

  His lips nipped at her nipples lightly and she pulled at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His skin was tanned and his muscles were taut with tension. Clodagh glanced up at him and found him anxious, as though fearful she was judging him. She leaned forward and kissed him on the chest, her lips moving down further still.

  His mouth found Clodagh’s again with ease and his tongue was the comforting warmth she needed as he took in her body. He was gentle at first – hands moving in caresses over her waist, until his fingers grew tense of her silky bare skin – she didn’t even have time to be worried about the muscly body. Almost without thought, she moved her legs to intertwine with his. One large hand crept over her thigh, squeezing gently at first, but then changing pace all the while. He moved in the perfect rhythm of pushing and pulling.

  Clodagh moaned into his mouth.

  It was from that first moan that Axel’s gentle caresses seemed to break and he became addicted to her touch. His tongue moved with increased vigour until his mouth was at the base of her throat, kissing – sucking and licking.

  She was encased by the many physical wants she was feeling all at once, and so I lay stunned as Axel’s hands moved over the plains of her skin, which seemed endless to him. No touch seemed long enough for her.

  His hands found her breasts with an eager squeeze and it was not long until he pulled himself closer to her, his manhood pressed against me.

  “Oh God.” Clodagh moaned, sighing his name as he caught one of her perky nipples in his warm mouth, kissing and moving his tongue around her stiff nipples in a way which made her want to act rashly. She wanted him so badly that she stretched out my hand to grip his crotch. He was hard – and oh - so big! But before Clodagh could fully squeeze, my eyes flashed open as Axel grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his glorious member.

  Clodagh could see her confusion reflected in his eyes as his mouth pulled up into a sideways smirk.

  “Wait your turn.” His voice was the cool mint she relished, as his whisper tickled my ear.

  Before she could respond, he changed position and was perched over her, as Clodagh lay beneath him with both breasts peeking out unmistakably obvious. Her breath caught as she noticed how his jeans were hung low on his hips, perfectly revealing the V of his abs – an unexpected surprise.

  Almost subconsciously she outstretched both hands to touch him – to rub him there. Grinning he caught both of Clodagh’s wrists and pinned them up over her head. Both of her small hands fitted neatly in one of his. With his spare hand, never breaking eye contact, he stroked her warm inner thighs with his cool touch.

  When he touched Clodagh sex his exploded around him, convulsing.

  *

  Axel left her room before their parents returned and before the shame could find either of them.

  However, throughout the next over of weeks, the shame of what she and Axel did could not find her. She felt no shame as she recognised how much that she was subconsciously and consciously drawn to Axel – she could not deny how much she wanted him again, despite throwing herself actively into ballet and school more than ever.

  Axel has given her many furtive looks since, but more small smiles that made her want him again.

  As far as she could tell, neither her mother nor Lyle could tell that anything unusual was carrying on between the two of them. Indeed, her mother seemed more concerned about the strange passion with which she was approaching the winter performance of The Nutcracker. Her morning practices before school and her evening ones were driving her further still, but she was thankful for the time which she could spend out of the house.

  When the time came for performance, her mother was particularly keen on the entire family going to the opening night – which started her anxieties over Axel seeing her perform in a major role, despite being pleased her mother caring equally ab
out her ballet debut as she did about her wedding. In fact she had missed every kind of rehearsal dinner for the wedding, and as the main bridesmaid, she was grateful of her mother’s kindness and understanding.

  On the day of the performance, she skipped school in order to practice all day, feigning a head cold with the glorious permission of her mother.

  Fear did not find her until several minutes before the stage was opened but by the opening dance of the Clara and the Grandfather. She stunned the crowd on stage and danced like her glowed.

  And in that moment she did.

  Afterwards she fell into her mother’s arms in her dressing room as the twins jumped with excitement at being backstage. She smiled when Lyle handed her a single rose, but beamed further when Axel handed her a bunch of rose. She laughed and hugged him tighter, in that moment needing him further in that moment when only the thin material of her cotton dress was between them.

  The dinner afterwards was filled tense moments, which continued right up until the wedding the next week. The ceremony was stunningly beautiful and Clodagh’s raven-black hair was in loose curls down her back and her dress was blood red with a delicate ribbon at the waist.

  Lyle and her mother’s first dance took place in the slow pace that she had always dreamed she would have, but she could merely sigh from the edge of the dancefloor, looking longingly at Axel. She caught several of his glances to her, and they both cast each other the small emotions of needing and wanting.

  Others were just beginning to join the dance floor when she looked up and saw Axel walking towards her. At first she smiled, but then her mouth fell into a small O as she felt his hands in her hair and his lips on hers, in front of everyone.

  When he drew away, he smiled.

  “Would you like to dance?” He asked with the first confident smile she had seen so far.