Dragons Need Love, Too (I Like Big Dragons Series Book 2)

by Lani Lynn Vale

There was no stopping it.

  The new sensation, paired with the way he moved his cock in and out of me, had me coming so hard that I most likely cut the circulation off to his cock.

  He didn’t seem to care that he was about to lose the appendage.

  His mind was too focused on the dirty talk he was speaking in low, crooning words.

  “You want me in your ass?” he asked. “Want me to make you mine, everywhere?”

  I nodded into the pillow.

  I must’ve lost my fucking mind.

  I’d never once wanted anal sex.

  In fact, I’d never once even thought about that with anyone else.

  Anyone else but him.

  With him, I thought about it each time he took me from behind.

  That naughty little voice in the back of my mind kept yelling at me to ask him to do it…and I’d wanted it.

  Badly.

  One finger turned to two in between one breath and the next, and I bit the pillow, Edward Cullen style, and screamed as my orgasm that I’d thought finished reared its head again.

  “So tight,” Nikolai said, scissoring his fingers. “You want my cock here, woman?”

  I nodded. “Yes. Please.”

  He rumbled his agreement, but didn’t pull his cock out of my pussy. Only stretched me even more.

  Something for which I was thankful for long moments later when he finally pulled out of me.

  The tip of his cock met the tight ring of my ass, kissing the entrance just slightly before he pulled back.

  I cried out, pushing my hips back to meet him.

  He slapped my ass.

  “Hold on, baby. I need lube,” he said, soothing me gently once he’d spanked me.

  I turned my head on the pillow to watch as he leaned over of the bedside drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube with a red lid on it.

  My eyes lit on the lettering that read ‘Warming Gel,’ and I moaned.

  He laughed at my reaction, pouring a generous amount onto the palm of his hand and fisting his cock in a tight grasp.

  He worked the lube onto his cock, making sure to line and coat every inch of his member before he took the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto the tight, back hole.

  My asshole puckered as I shrank back.

  The lube was cold, but quickly warmed when Nikolai took the head of his cock and rubbed it in, pushing himself back and forth over the hole, teasing me.

  His fingers took some of the wetness that was surrounding my hole and slowly moved it inside of me. It was only then that the warming part of the ‘warming gel’ started to really make itself known.

  I felt like I was burning from the inside out.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chanted as he filled me, three fingers wide.

  “Relax,” he said, smoothing his free hand over my backside.

  Relax?

  Did he realize what he was about to do to me?

  Had he any idea of the anticipation I was feeling right now?

  Yes, yes he did.

  Which was why he chuckled when he got a load of my thoughts.

  The head of his cock met my entrance, and I breathed out, slowly pushing outwards like I’d read in my romance novels.

  It worked.

  The head of Nikolai’s cock slowly filled me up.

  There was a small twinge of pain, but Nikolai had done a wonderful job at making sure I was prepared.

  Once the head was fully lodged inside my ass, the rest of him followed, filling me up so full that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same again.

  “God, you’re so tight. You should see what you look like all stretched out around me,” he growled.

  I could imagine.

  “Show me,” I ordered.

  An image filled my brain, and suddenly I was not only experiencing him fuck me, but watching him fuck me as well.

  I got to feel how it felt for Nikolai, as well as what it felt like for me.

  It was like an inferno that took off inside of me, and I never stood a chance.

  Not one single chance.

  He took me then, no more slowness for him.

  He pounded away inside me, knowing that it didn’t hurt.

  I watched as my ass rippled each time his hips met my butt.

  Relished in the way my asshole stretched around his invading cock.

  He was watching me take him, and soon he couldn’t hold on to his hard earned control.

  He lost it, and I closed my eyes as the picture he was sending me was lost as well.

  He moved, splitting my insides as he pumped away.

  His balls slapped my pussy each time he pushed into me, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

  The orgasm that took a hold of me wasn’t normal.

  Not ever had I experienced this feeling before.

  I don’t know if it was because of the use of a different hole…or the way we were so interconnected, but it was an out of body experience not just for me, but for him as well.

  He roared as he came, and I screamed along with him, no longer caring who or what could hear me.

  I screamed so loud that my throat hurt.

  My hips ached at the way his hands clamped down around them, and when he came, I felt it all the way in my heart.

  His hot cum filled me up to the brink, splashing inside of me with such force, that I could feel it.

  My fingernails dug into the backs of his thighs as I held on for dear life.

  He growled out his release, giving me everything he had to give, and then some.

  Long minutes later, we both came down from that high, panting and sated.

  “How’d…how’d you know I wanted that?” I asked, licking my lips.

  He turned his head on the pillow, giving me a raised eyebrow.

  “You’re a projector,” he said. “Everything you want is plain as day in my mind when I’m fucking you. I just never actually did it because I wasn’t sure you were ready…if we were ready,” he admitted.

  I blushed.

  Was I? Had I given him all of my fantasies?

  And was I embarrassed about that?

  No. I wasn’t.

  But I wanted the same in return from him.

  I flushed.

  He laughed softly, his chest shaking my face as he did.

  “Don’t worry, woman. I want you and you want me. There’s no shame in that,” he said. “Plus, it makes it infinitely easier on me to get you to come. To know what you want. To give you what you need.” He sighed. “I’m sure every man wants that built in knowing like you’ve given me. And I can’t say that I’d never willingly give it up, even if it did embarrass you for me to know it all.”

  My body ached as I pushed up to my hands and knees once again, and the crawled out of bed to go clean myself up.

  It was definitely a different experience, but I knew that I’d want to do it again some time.

  Maybe not right now…but soon.

  Very, very soon.

  Chapter 13

  Of course you can trust me…unless it’s alone with cake.

  -Brooklyn’s secret thoughts

  Brooklyn

  Life went back to ‘normal.’

  And I say that lightly.

  Mostly because my new normal was different than my old normal.

  We were able to come out of the sanctuary as long as we had at least two dragon riders in our party.

  It also didn’t happen as often as I’d like, and I hated asking because it meant that someone had to drop what they were doing because I wanted to leave.

  I took up a job with Blythe on one side, and Skylar, Nikolai’s sister, on the other.

  Over the next few weeks, more and more of the dragons came home. Which meant the staff that’d been let go had started to slowly trickle back into their previous jobs.

  Of course, this was only after they were put through an extensive truth sense by Jean Lu
c.

  Jean Luc was able to get anything out of anyone…except for the man who’d attacked me at the hospital and made an animal attack Nikolai.

  Speaking of that pesky wolf, it was now Nikolai’s shadow.

  His best friend.

  It was a big beast, but it was becoming common for me to see the two of them together.

  Nikolai’s fairy dragon, Percy, was also always with them. They, along with Perdita, had become as thick as thieves.

  It amazed me that such difference in the food chain could get along as well as they did, but the four of them managed it.

  Speaking of Percy, he came fluttering up to me and landed on the bed beside my hand.

  I was currently treating a training injury that Dorian, another dragon rider, had suffered as he’d fought with Ian.

  In fact, anyone who had the balls to fight with Ian ended up getting hurt.

  Keifer and Nikolai were one of the only exceptions.

  But it wasn’t often that anybody deigned to work with Ian. He had a perpetual bad attitude and didn’t like anybody.

  I wondered why he was there…and it’d been something that I’d been asking Dorian when Percy had showed up.

  “What’s going on, Percy?” I asked the little dragon.

  The dragon didn’t ‘talk.’ He spoke in my head like the other dragons.

  But it was so natural, like I was talking out loud to anybody else, that I didn’t notice that nobody else heard him.

  There’s a fight in the yard between Nikolai and Keifer.

  I blinked at what Percy said.

  “He’s what?” I asked. “Why are they fighting?”

  Dorian straightened, wincing only slightly.

  “Who’s fighting?” Dorian asked worriedly.

  Blood was pouring down his side from the sword wound that Ian had given him.

  I’d been in the middle of cleaning it when Percy had flown in like his tail was on fire.

  “Keifer and Nikolai,” I said, pushing him back down.

  “You’re not going to go out there?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “No,” I said. “Not until I get you ready for your stitches.”

  He ignored me and got up, easily pushing me aside.

  “You’ve received a local antiesthetic and pain reliever,” I said to him. “You won’t know if you’re doing any damage because you can’t feel it.”

  My words fell on deaf ears as he walked out the door, grabbing a folded up sheet on his way out the door and pressing it to his side.

  I followed behind the stubborn man.

  Every single one of the dragon riders I’d come into contact with were exactly the same.

  Hardheaded, stubborn as hell, bad asses.

  Blythe caught up with me once I’d made my way about three quarters of the way outside, her pregnant belly leading the way.

  She was enormous, too.

  At a little over six months pregnant, she was easily twice the size of normal, not that anyone would actually say that to her.

  She was sensitive.

  If I hadn’t done the sonogram on her myself, time after time, I would’ve said she’d be delivering a freakin’ toddler, not a small baby.

  But the baby was growing to size…she was just carrying…big.

  She hurried to my side, coming from the prisoner’s ward, and most likely going to get her ass spanked when Keifer found out where she’d been.

  “Did he say anything more?” I asked.

  Blythe and I, as well as Skylar, traded off going into the prisoner’s ward…or just room number eight that was the furthest way from the rest of the general population.

  The prisoner was named Merrick Brown, a dragon rider turned enemy.

  Not that I really thought of him that way.

  He was actually a pretty intelligent guy…until you tried to ask him why he’d done what he’d done.

  Then he clammed up like a…well…a clam.

  He was also fucked up beyond belief, and not healing at all.

  The wolf bites he’d sustained, on top of something else that’d been done to him before he’d tried to take me, combined with no healing powers whatsoever, meant he was really fucked up.

  He had broken bones on top of broken bones…he wasn’t healing correctly…and no one could figure out exactly why.

  And when he was asked, his mouth was as tight as one could be.

  “Not a word,” she said. “I can tell, though, that he wants to…which is why I keep going back in there. I hope that he’s ready to talk, but he never does.”

  “I can’t ever get him to talk, either. I’ve noticed a pattern,” I said as we pushed out the door.

  “Oh?”

  We walked out into the courtyard where games were usually played, but today served as a makeshift fighting circle.

  There were about thirty people there, milling about as they watched Kiefer and Nikolai fight.

  And it wasn’t just any fight, this was a no holds barred, I’m going to fucking kill you, kind of fight.

  In other words, normal for Nikolai and Keifer.

  In fact, this was at least a once a week occurrence since Keifer had come home four weeks ago.

  “Yeah,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “Have you ever tried to ask him about his family?”

  She pursed her lips. “Yes…yes I have.”

  I nodded. “And when he closed up…was it by choice, or by force?”

  She opened her mouth to reply, but just as suddenly snapped it shut and placed both hands on her hips.

  Her eyes were facing forward, and she was looking at the fight between Keifer and Nikolai, but not actually seeing it.

  “Shit,” she said finally. “Shit.”

  I nodded.

  “I’ve had a discussion with Nikolai about it…and if my guess is correct, that’s what they’re fighting about,” I guessed.

  Blythe pursed her lips.

  “That shithead is so freakin’ stubborn headed,” Blythe growled.

  I snorted, and then her eyes went wide.

  She grabbed my hand and pressed it to her stomach, and my eyes widened to resemble saucers.

  “The fuck is that?” I gasped.

  She shook her head. “An elbow? A knee?”

  I giggled, jumping up and down. “I won!” I exclaimed loudly. “Fuck you, Keifer Vassago! You owe me five hundred bucks and a trip into town.”

  Keifer’s brows furrowed, but he was too busy trying to beat the snot out of my mate.

  I moved my hand to the other side of Blythe’s belly and concentrated, practically willing the baby to move…and I did something.

  Something incredible.

  I gasped as my mind disappeared and I was suddenly transported into…something.

  I opened my eyes.

  They were hazy.

  Like I was underwater.

  And the area around me wasn’t dark…but nearly.

  It was like I was in a hole with light shining through a blanket.

  I looked at my hand…and it was most definitely not my hand.

  It was way too small.

  And my knees were up by my chest.

  And so was my ass.

  Not my ass.

  Someone else’s ass.

  A tiny ass...but an ass nonetheless.

  “Sweet, baby Jesus,” I whispered to no one in particular.

  I wasn’t sure anyone could even hear me.

  Or see me.

  I reached out with my hand and touched the other hand.

  There were three that I could see, one of which wasn’t mine.

  And I realized then where I was.

  I was in Blythe’s stomach.

  “Oh, holy shit. Holy shit on a stick,” I said. “Oh, my God.”

  I was being super intelligent…but I couldn’t get my brain to work right.

  “Can you hear me?” I whispered.
r />   The babies didn’t react.

  And yes, I said babies.

  Woman? Nikolai whispered in my brain. What are you seeing?

  I didn’t know how to let him know what I was seeing.

  It was obvious speaking wasn’t getting through, but I tried telepathically anyway.

  I think I’m in Blythe’s uterus.

  There was a long, silent pause, and then Nikolai replied with, that sounds interesting.

  I think…I think I’m somehow doing this…in reverse of what you do. Can you do it, too? I asked.

  There was a moment of silence, and then a frustrated reply.

  I can’t. What did you do?

  I thought about what I did, sending him what I’d done exactly.

  Then he was there, too.

  You can see? I asked.

  I don’t know whether we were occupying the baby’s mind…or just using her eyes. I didn’t know any of it, but I could tell that the other baby—the boy—didn’t like it.

  Not at all.

  They’re twins, I whispered.

  Settle down, Dragos. We’re just making sure you’re okay, Nikolai’s voice whispered.

  The boy baby settled down, staring at us…the girl…in suspicion. But he wasn’t actively freaking out anymore.

  We were pushed out when both of our hands left Blythe’s stomach, and we were left standing there with a confused looking Blythe, a pissed off and bloody Keifer, and the rest of the onlookers staring at us.

  “What,” Keifer said, slightly breathless. “The fuck was that?”

  I grinned, then I pushed what I’d seen into his mind.

  He froze.

  He stared off into space, his mouth going slack, and then he paled as he got to the part where he saw three hands.

  Then impossibly more when he got to the part where Nikolai joined us and we pissed the boy baby off.

  “Twins,” he said roughly. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Twins?” Blythe asked. “What are you talking about twins?”

  Nikolai did the same thing that I was doing for Keifer, and Blythe swayed.

  Nikolai caught her before she could hit the ground.

  “But…but…I had a sonogram!” she wailed. “There weren’t two in there!”

  “Apparently,” I teased. “One was hiding.”

  Blythe flipped me off.

  “Shut up.”

  I grinned. “Congratulations, Daddy and Mommy. You’re having twins.”

  “I hope you choke on a dick,” Blythe said, patting her stomach. “And you do know, right, that twins are determined by the father’s genes, not the mother’s. You could be having twins yourself.”