Dracones Boxset Books 1-5

by Sheri-Lynn Marean

  Amelis could barely contain herself as she stared at the size of him before reaching out and wrapping a hand around his cock, making him groan and thrust forward. She tried not to smile for it wouldn’t do for Val to know how pleased she was. Now if only she could just come …

  “Please, Val, I’m sorry. Please let me come,” she begged as she pulled Seville towards her and guided his throbbing cock into her sweet warmth.

  Val Jean gave her a wicked grin and shook his head as he watched them. Seville trembled as he filled her, his pleasure rippling through his whole body, tipping her off. A feeling of wonder filled her at drawing that kind of reaction from one so large and powerful.

  Amelis panted and whimpered as Seville’s huge cock glided smoothly in and out of her. He felt even better than she had ever imagined, and she had often imagined having him fill her up. Now, as he stared down into her eyes, she almost swore she could see into his soul, which was ridiculous. Only when he shook ever so slightly trying to hold back, a thrill rushed through her. It thrilled her to feel him barely able to control himself. As it was, she was tense and ready to explode herself. If only, she mused.

  Having always wondered what it would feel like if Seville took her, now she knew. She wished it would never end but even more, she wished Val would relent and let her come.

  “Please, Val, I need this, please. I can’t, oh Seville,” she screamed. She was so close, but still Val refused to let her fall off the edge. Pleasure continued to build, over and over as Seville slid his huge dick in, and out of her wet core, making her writhe and cry out in ecstasy. Each glide sent shivers ricocheting through her whole body, something that had never happened before. “Val?” she begged but just then, his phone rang.

  “No,” he barked angrily as he got up and ignored them to answer his phone. Then he began to pace around as he talked to whoever was on the other end.

  With Val Jean distracted, Seville leaned close to her neck and inhaled. “You smell so sweet.” Amelis shivered at his words. “I’ve wanted you for a very long time,” he whispered into her ear, licking her neck as he thrust into her again. His whole body began shaking as his orgasm began to grow.

  Amelis looked up into beautiful golden eyes, surprised. She shot a quick glance Val’s way but he was immersed in his call, and not paying them any attention. “And I, you,” she whispered back and swallowed nervously.

  “You are so beautiful, I wish …” Seville stared intently into her eyes, and Amelis wondered what it was he wished but he was once again lost to the pleasure.

  “Seville, you make me feel so—” Amelis shivered and bit her tongue, overwhelmed with emotions as she ran her hands over his finely chiseled body. Her own orgasm was precariously close once again. She stared into his eyes lost, then reached down and cupped his balls.

  With a cry, Seville arched his back, thrust once more and let a tiny bit of power loose. Surprise lit her eyes and he quickly lowered his mouth to cover her scream. They both shuddered as their combined orgasms rocked through them, and he filled her with his seed. Amelis clung to him and her heart swelled, wishing for something that suddenly seemed out of her grasp.

  “How …?” she whispered, staring at him in awe that he’d been able to give her an orgasm when no one else other than Val Jean could. Given to her, when Val Jean’s compulsion should have prevented it. She glanced fearfully at Val Jean. Seville pulled his lips from hers with a regretful look in his eyes and while Val argued into the phone, Seville turned and pulled Amelis into his arms, cradling her like the most precious thing in the world.

  Tears sprang to Amelis’ eyes at feeling so loved and wanted. Oh sure, she knew it was just the aftermath of their orgasms but to feel so cherished. It was something she had once shared with Val Jean before she became pregnant the first time, but never thought to feel again. She couldn’t stop staring into Seville’s now hooded eyes, amazed and awed at what had happened. Her insides still quivering, she wished they could do it again, but then she caught Val’s words.

  “You did well. I will have Amelis get her people up there right away.” With that, he hung up the phone and turned to her. “Get up and dress. Since you lost Genna, I need your people in Calgary. We found another Genesis Dracones baby. I want her brought to me immediately.”

  Of course he does! Amelis bit back the retort she wanted to make and fuming over his remark about Genna, she extricated herself from Seville’s arms. There were only three Genesis Dracones babies and he just had to have one. Gah. Stupid magic born dragons!

  She mentally shook her head as she thought about how the Gen babies had come into existence. Three of Skulla’s children—Adariasthorn, Summerthorn, and Solaristhorn—thought they’d create children that couldn’t be killed. Amelis scoffed at the ridiculousness of the idea. That sure backfired on them, didn’t it? Those babies, once they finally hatched, were unruly and untrainable. She should know, she had tried with Genna since she was just a small child and had never been able to do anything with the girl.

  Ignoring Val’s suspicious scowl, she gathered up her clothes and hurried into the bathroom where she glanced at the mirror making her pull up short. Wow, Seville sure had left her in quite a post-orgasmic state. What a wonderful surprise he was. Oh Seville, what have you done to me?

  Chapter Three

  Nasty Weres

  GOLDENTHORN HURRIED DOWN the stairs, late for work. She smiled at her mother as she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table. “Hey Mom.”

  Summer set her coffee cup down and smiled at her daughter. “Hi honey, is that all you’re having for breakfast?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I’m late…” Goldy grimaced, remembering the disturbing dream she had just before she woke up to find that she’d overslept. About to turn away, she noticed the Tupperware container of cupcakes.

  Summer grinned up at her. “I couldn’t help it…I baked them for the children.”

  Goldy smiled and shook her head. “Mom, you know you didn’t have to do that, right?”

  “I know but it’s the Christmas season, and your students are all just so sweet.”

  “Yeah, some of them.” Goldy grinned, thinking about some of the little shit-disturbers in her class.

  “Oh, they’re grade one honey, they’re all sweet,” Summer teased.

  Goldy snorted then grinned. “Yeah, they are but really, Mom, Christmas isn’t for a few more weeks.”

  Summer waved it off. “I know, but it gave me something to do.”

  Something crossed her mother’s face keeping her from finishing her words and a shiver of dread rushed through Goldy.

  “Okay, well…thanks…from all the kids, I know they love your cupcakes.” Then she hesitated, suddenly worried. “Are you okay?”

  Goldy loved her beautiful, sweet mother. As a child, she loved the stories Summer told of dragons, magic, and a whole other world—although the evil men who chased them scared her. Once she became a teenager however, she took her mother’s stories, warnings, and dire predictions of evil men with a grain of salt, thinking Summer was just paranoid and eccentric. After all, she lived in the city where she knew to be cautious of danger but having never seen any magic or dragons or anything else supernatural, she brushed off her mother’s overprotectiveness as delusions.

  Her mother smiled and nodded. “Of course, I’m fine, dear.”

  But the tinge of sadness and fear in her eyes told Goldy the truth. Her mother missed her son Bastien, who lived with his father, and her paranoia was likely acting up as well.

  “Okay, well, I gotta run or I’ll be late.” Goldy bent down and kissed her mother’s cheek, grabbed the container of cupcakes, smiled again then turned to leave.

  “Oh, wait,” her mom called out.

  Goldy turned back around. “Yes?”

  “What do you want for your birthday?” Summer asked.

  Goldy smiled. “I don’t need anything, Mom, how about we go catch a movie or something instead?”

  “Well
, you only turn twenty-two once in your life,” Summer said, but there was a shadow of guilt in her eyes that puzzled Goldy. “Are you sure you’re okay, Mom?”

  Summer smiled again. “I’m fine. I love you, sweetie.”

  Goldy blew her mom another kiss. “Okay, well then, I love you too.”

  As she drove out of the driveway, Goldy glanced at the black four-door sedan parked on the other side of the street. Through the lightly tinted window, she could barely make out a man reading the newspaper. With a frown, she drove away but a wave of unease filled her until she pulled into the school parking lot and little Sarah, one of her grade one students, waved at her. However, try as she might to push the bad feeling away, it got steadily worse until by the time she drove home, she was feeling as paranoid as her mother.

  ***

  SAMI DROPPED SOROYAN at Club Purgatori, then drove Brimstone to the abandoned apartment building where the Phoenix and his siblings had planned to live. Getting out of the truck, Sami looked around. The whole area seemed deserted. Following Brimstone, he waited while the guy pulled a piece of plywood away from one of the doors and ducked inside.

  “This is where you were going to live?” Sami asked skeptically, following him inside.

  “Yup, home sweet home. Or it was before the fucking Were’s sold me to the Ilyium for Frankenstein practice.” Brimstone gave him a tight little grin that didn’t meet his eyes.

  Sami watched where he was stepping, avoiding the holes in the floor. “This place is a death trap,” he muttered.

  “Yeah, well, it makes it hard for anyone trying to sneak up on us.”

  “Do you get that a lot?” Sami asked.

  “When you live on the streets, there is always someone looking to see what you have and trying to take it from you.”

  “Oh.” Sami didn’t know what to say, but it did make him appreciate that he and Jax didn’t end up on the streets, though it had been close at one time in their life, thanks to their asshole father.

  “Shit, she’s not here.” Brimstone kicked at some garbage with a layer of dust on it.

  “Doesn’t look like anyone’s been here in a long time,” Sami remarked.

  “We need to go back to the old place, it’s a warehouse,” Brimstone said, worry clear in his tone.

  “All right.” Sami nodded, feeling for the guy as they headed back to his truck.

  Brimstone directed him to the warehouse that wasn’t located too far away.

  “I smell Were-wolves,” Sami said when they entered the musty building.

  “Yeah, this is where they Tranq’d me and stuffed me in their shit-box car.” Brimstone sniffed the air. “I’m surprised their scent is still this strong.” With a shrug, he began to walk through the building, weaving in and around all the old machinery, garbage and debris.

  Sami frowned. “Smells like the same ones from the local Were-wolf pack, where we found Thaniel.”

  “Thaniel, he’s the shy, blond-haired Were-leopard?” Brimstone asked as they made their way through the warehouse.

  “Yeah, we found him in the basement of the Were-wolves den six days ago.” Sami paused when he heard a noise and Brimstone stopped as well, looking around with a frown. After a couple of seconds, when they didn’t hear anything else, they continued through the warehouse.

  “So, what happened?” Brimstone asked quietly.

  “When we got there, the place was abandoned. There’d been quite a fight—dried blood everywhere. Thaniel was locked in a dark, soundproof room in the basement. He was chained up like a wild animal and left to starve for almost two weeks.” Sami paused as anger surged inside of him once again. He’d wanted to kill someone for how they’d found the newly turned Were-leopard.

  “That’s fucked,” Brimstone said, shaking his head. “Bastards.”

  “Yeah, he was put down there over four months ago, at the beginning of August, right after he was bitten.”

  “Shit,” Brimstone said, looking a little green.

  “I know. The pack used him as a punching bag.” Sami knew his voice shook with anger but couldn’t restrain it.

  “No wonder he looks so scared. That’s rough, poor guy.”

  Sami snorted “Yeah.”

  After freeing Thaniel, they all had quickly become attached to him—like a brother they wanted to protect.

  Now, as they walked further into the warehouse, Sami sensed someone watching them. He motioned for Brimstone to be quiet when nine large, hairy, and muscle-bound Were-wolves, in human form, stepped out of the shadows.

  “I knew I smelled mongrel,” Brimstone muttered under his breath.

  Sami, still seething over Thaniel, kept an eye on the men as he pulled a couple long blades from their sheaths. He’d been right. At least one of the guys in front of him had been in the building where they’d found Thaniel.

  “See you got away.” One of the burly Weres nodded at Brimstone.

  Brimstone tensed up and narrowed his gaze on the creature. “I did, and you’re going to pay for my little spa treatment.”

  Sami might have laughed at Brimstone’s sense of humor if only they weren’t surrounded by nasty Weres looking to hurt them.

  “We just want the girl,” another one of them said in a gravelly voice.

  “What girl?” Brimstone asked as sudden flames engulfed him. A second later, he stood before them in his Phoenix form. Stepping up alongside Sami, Brimstone stood so they were back to back and better able to defend themselves.

  “I’m right here, mongrels, come and get me,” an angry female voice announced from above, making them all jump as a lithe, dark-haired hell-angel swooped down from the rafters. Black, shiny wings similar to Brimstones gathered close behind her as she landed beside Sami and Brimstone.

  Recognizing her, Sami shivered unable to stop staring. Quickly, he shut his mouth but couldn’t do anything about the pounding of his heart. It’s true. She’s alive!

  An unseen connection to her, one he didn’t understand vibrated through him. She was definitely Brimstone’s sister—Hellfire. He was aware of every detail about her, from her short black hair sticking up everywhere to her silver eyes, sweet looking lips, and slender body encased in black leather. Happiness and a feeling of invincibility surged through him. It didn’t matter they were outnumbered three to one, he felt like he could take on an army and survive.

  Without looking at either him or Brimstone, Hellfire pulled two daggers from sheaths on her hips and taunted the wolves. “Whatareya waiting for?”

  “We don’t want you, bitch, we want the pretty one,” another of the Weres said, making Sami see red. How dare he insult her? How could he not think her pretty? She was stunning!

  “Too bad, you got me instead,” Hellfire smiled as she spoke with a deadly edge to her voice.

  “Yeah, too bad for you,” someone said from amid the group, and then the men converged on them.

  Sami allowed all his pent-up emotions loose, hatred fueling his rage. He kept his back to Hellfire and Brimstone as the fight began and grinned with satisfaction as they began to kick some evil Were-wolf ass. It wasn’t very long before dead Weres littered the ground all around them.

  Brimstone made quick work of the last guy and had just turned away, letting the guy crumple to the ground when Hellfire attacked him slicing his arm, and sending him flying about twenty feet.

  "Fuck!” Brimstone’s curse echoed through the warehouse as he leaped to his feet and whirled around, ducking to the side in time to avoid being sent flying again.

  Adrenaline still pumping, Sami quickly stepped out of the way as they went at each other. Together they moved with a grace and beauty that was mesmerizing. He watched as Brimstone caught his sister and they both spun around, using their wings to dip and dive. If he didn’t know they were siblings, Sami would have thought Hellfire was trying to kill him.

  Then again, maybe she was. He really didn’t know her. With deadly skill and surprising ferocity, they used their daggers along with the sharp blades of
their wing feathers to slice at each other, showing years of training and practice. Each swearing and snarling at the other, it was a few minutes until they finally calmed down and stopped.

  “I’ve been watching this place for days, where the hell have you been? And where is Nix?” Hellfire snarled at Brimstone through heavy breathing, looking ready to attack again if needed.

  “Damn, Helly! I don’t know. These mongrels—” He glanced around at the dead men scattered on the ground. “Damn ankle biters Tranq’d me, stuffed me in the trunk of their shit-box, and delivered me to our enemy!”

  “I figured that out moron, now where is Nix?” she repeated with an angry scowl.

  “I don’t know. I’d hoped she’d be with you,” Brimstone said, suddenly subdued, and once again worried about his sister.

  “Well, she’s not and I haven’t seen her.” Hellfire, obviously disgusted with her brother, turned away and surveyed the men lying all around them.

  Sami, in the process of gathering up all the cell phones and IDs off the bodies, glanced up at her at the same time that she noticed him. Recognition lit her eyes for a moment, quickly followed by fear, and then anger. Tense, and without taking her narrowed gaze from Sami, she asked Brimstone. “Who’s your friend?”

  “That’s Sami,” Brimstone said then frowned as he watched Sami. “What are you doing?”

  All too aware of Hellfire’s gaze burning a hole through him, Sami continued to search the men for anything important. “Collecting their phones, IDs, and checking to see if they have any other information that might be helpful.”

  “Ah, I’m pretty sure they don’t have Nix, since they seemed to be looking for her,” Brimstone said. Like Duh!

  “Yeah well, they did kidnap you, and we’re still trying to find a missing Okami wolf,” Sami said while tucking driver’s licenses into his pocket to run on his computer later. Once he had all the phones, he pulled the sim cards out and shoved them into his pocket as well, tossing the now useless phones on the ground.