The Dragon Realm Complete Series Bks 1-4

by Selena Scott

  Zara ripped her hands out of Solar’s grasp and gripped his back. She could feel herself scratching his skin but she couldn’t stop herself. It only seemed to spur Solar on. He fucked her faster, dropping his mouth to her shoulder and raking his teeth across her sensitive skin at the same moment he drove into her, pinning her to the ground with his hips.

  The slice of sweet pain had Zara tensing and exploding, the jungle spiraling out into glorious life and color around her. She could only hope that he would feel even a fraction of the pleasure that was riding her, racing through her, lifting her higher than she’d ever been.

  She was vaguely aware of Solar taking his own pleasure, tensing and grinding and growling through gritted teeth.

  He collapsed in a heap on top of her. Zara was deliciously sated. His weight covered her, kept her in place, protected her. Their breaths raced. Their hearts raced. But their souls were calm. Wrapped up in one another. The light deepened a few more degrees before Zara started to be uncomfortable under Solar’s full weight. She wiggled a tiny bit and stroked a hand up his back, thinking he might be sleeping.

  But no sooner had she moved than he was lifting her off the ground, walking through the murky green jungle with her in his arms. He walked clear past their hut and beyond to a little stream that fed into the river. He didn’t pause, just walked the two of them directly into the refreshingly chilled water.

  Zara went to stand up beside him once they were waist deep, but he didn’t let her. Solar held her against his body and let small cups of water from his hand drip onto her. He diligently rinsed her hair this way. His hand through her hair was sure and gentle. His touch combined with the soothing swish of the cool water around her almost had her eyes closing.

  But the look in Solar’s eyes kept her alert. Something was on his mind. He diligently washed each part of her body before he stood her up in front of him. He came around behind her and squeezed the excess water out of her hair before putting it in a loose braid down her back. And then he lifted her again, carrying her back to the hut.

  The night was warm enough that both of them were dry by the time they made it to their little secluded room. Zara waited until Solar had laid her on the bed and closed the door to their hut before she spoke.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  His eyes softened at the endearment, but there was no ignoring the pain and worry in his expression. He came to sit next to her, grabbing one of her hands and lacing his fingers with hers.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice low and pained.

  “You mean the Oracle’s plan? Be bait for Dalyer?”

  Solar nodded, his eyes shining like scarabs in the dim evening light.

  Zara took a deep breath and laid back on the cot, watching a bright green anole skitter along the ceiling of the hut. How to explain?

  “After I said that I would do it, in the war hut, I went for a fly,” she began.

  “You were flying for that long?!” Solar exclaimed. “You must have been in the air for hours once I found you.”

  Zara shrugged. “I’ve always liked to be in the sky. It was the only place for freedom or privacy for me when I was at the castle.”

  Solar’s eyes went tight with pained understanding. He’d told her the other day that he didn’t like hearing stories about her past, but he didn’t want her to erase them either. They were part of her. They made her who she was. She relied on that principle now and carried on.

  “I suppose it could have been a lot worse. He never hit me or hurt me physically. He mostly just loomed over me. He was inevitable. He was my future. He was always there, panting after me, making me jumpy, letting me know that he was watching my every move and waiting for the day when I hit fertility. So that he could claim me.”

  She gave a little shiver and Solar tugged her even closer to him. “But that wasn’t even the worst part. What was much, much worse was having to sit by and listen, able to do nothing, while he gave orders. I listened to him give orders to wipe out whole towns. To pillage and destroy. To imprison and enslave.”

  Zara laid a hand over her eyes for just a moment. “I had to listen to him plan, over and over, ways to find you, Solar. And not just to kill you. But to torture you. Make an example of you.” She paused, momentarily overcome.

  “And then today,” she continued. “I’m flying above the dragon realm, and it’s stretching out in front of me. So beautiful, so untamed, so worth it. And I’m the one who can protect it. Me. For so long I couldn’t even defend myself. Much less the whole dragon realm. All that time, I was just his little wife. One of his many little wives. Silent, harmless, only there as a decoration in his great hall for visitors he wanted to impress.” There was bitterness in her voice. Venom. “And now, here I am, with an opportunity to act? To help stop him? End him? And not only that, but to do it using my fertility season? The very thing he made me fear for practically my entire life? I get to use that as a weapon against him? His downfall. Solar, I have to do this. I have to. For myself and for the realm.”

  Solar was quiet for a long time. A very long time. Long enough that the light in the hut went from dim to pitch black. Zara knew that the rest of the Surgeres were most likely sitting around the campfire right now. Dinner would be ready any minute. And still they laid, wrapped around one another and quiet.

  “The plan is good, Zara. It’s as sound as we can make it, considering the sheer danger we’re going to be putting you in.” Solar finally broke the silence. “But even so, I was hoping that I would come find you, talk to you, realize that you’d cooled down. That you didn’t really want to do it all that much. I prayed that would be your answer. Because at this point, you’re the only one who can pull the plug on this.”

  Solar dragged his hand over her head and kissed her roughly for a moment. “But I can see that’s not possible, is it? You’re gonna do it.”

  “Yes,” she said quietly.

  He was quiet again for a long time before he spoke. “I can’t stand the thought of you near him, Zara. I never want you to be in any kind of danger, but especially danger from that disgusting monster. He’ll be close enough to touch you. To hurt you. To try and claim you if he gets the notion. Which, in some sick way, we’re hoping that he will try, because if he doesn’t, then the plan won’t work.” Solar was getting more and more worked up. He dragged his hands over his face. “I think about him close to you and I want to set fire to the jungle. I want to rip the scales off of his body. He can’t be close to you. Especially when you’re still technically his wife.”

  Zara recoiled from Solar as if he’d slapped her. “I am not his wife, Solar.”

  Solar winced. “I didn’t mean it as an insult to you, Zara.”

  “No,” she reared up on her knees and leaned over him, grabbing his face and making him look at her. “You listen to me. I stopped being his wife the moment you rescued me. I gave myself over to you in a way that I never had to him.” She hoped that her light eyes were capable of boring into him the way his were always doing to her. She wanted him to feel the intensity inside of her. She needed to show him. “Even when you were trying to push me away, Solar, I still gave myself to you. I trusted you with my safety, my wellbeing, my body.” She paused and gripped him even harder. “I trusted you with my soul.”

  Emotion slashed across Solar’s face and he reached out for her. She let him touch her but she wasn’t finished. “And now that we’re mates, Sol, there is no such thing as ‘his wife’. Those words never even existed to me. Not the way that you do. You’re my mate.” Her words were coming out choppier and choppier. Language was starting to fail her. He was stroking her back, trying to soothe her, but she was wild. Passionate. She needed him to believe her, to understand, more than she needed her next breath. “You’re- you’re my husband, Solar.”

  She didn’t wait to see how he took her words, didn’t wait to see the look on his face. All she knew was that she needed to show him. She needed somewhere to put the feeling that r
ose up inside of her, that was fighting its way out. She couldn’t keep it inside anymore.

  Sliding down his body she nipped at his chest and stomach, pressing her face into his warm, taut skin. And when she didn’t stop at his hips, when she kept scooting lower, gripping him with her fingers, Solar knotted his hands in her hair.

  “Zara,” he warned her.

  But she didn’t listen. She’d never done this before but she wasn’t tentative. She’d had enough of being shy and scared to last her a lifetime. Not with Solar. Never with Solar. She was never going to melt into the background of Solar’s life. She was going to be in the front, in technicolor. Gripping the base of his erect cock with one hand, Zara impaled her warm, wet mouth with it. Swallowing as much of him down as she could in one swift swoop.

  Solar’s hips came up off the bed. “Fuck,” he groaned and his hand in her hair tightened.

  Zara let him slide a little bit out of her mouth and swirled the head with her tongue, sucking with her mouth and rubbing him with her hand. He was so big that she couldn’t take all of him by a long shot, but she was determined to make it so good that he would know exactly how she felt about him. Zara worked him up and down in her mouth and she could feel him rising toward ecstasy. His breathing was ragged and fierce, his hips moved in little involuntary motions as she worked him with her mouth.

  “You’re mine,” he bit out and she looked up at him, nodded her head. “You’re mine, Zara.” This time he held her head in place and moved his hips, fucking into her mouth.

  His eyes were dilated and his movements rough. “Mine. Mate. Forever. Mine.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust of his hips into her. Suddenly, his face tightened and Zara tried to bear down on him, keep him in her mouth, but he had other ideas. Swiftly flipping her onto her back, Solar reared up over her, and exploded over her stomach. Pressing himself into her, and jerking against her.

  “Wife,” he gasped and panted as his warm, wet pleasure spilled out over her. “You’re my wife.”

  He collapsed next to her and the two of them laid in silence, only their breath punctuating the still air.

  “Wow,” he murmured. “I’m pretty sure we just lost our minds.” He propped up on his hand and gave her a shy little grin. “Was this okay with you?” He gestured to the mess he’d made of her stomach.

  Zara laughed and grinned back at him. “I mean, we probably won’t be able to tell other people about the way we got engaged but…”

  Solar threw his head back and laughed. He hopped out of bed and grabbed a towel. He wetted it with water from her tureen and came back to her, quickly cleaning her up. “I thought you never wanted another husband,” he said. His eyes drew hers and she sighed.

  “I think I was still equating the word husband with Dalyer.” She looked off into the distance. “It honestly never occurred to me that I could want to be mates with someone. That I could be a wife to someone who respected me.”

  “What about someone who loves you?’

  The words froze Zara in place. He loved her. Holy crap. “I love you, too!” she burst out, practically screaming it, before she slapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry, I meant to be a little calmer about that.”

  Again, Solar laughed. He tugged her hands away from her mouth and kissed and kissed her. They kissed so long they forgot dinner. They kissed so long they drifted into sleep, forgetting, for a moment, the danger that was stretched out before them.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Solar gritted his dragon fangs together and resisted the urge to roar. Roaring wouldn’t solve anything. Except for the gnawing in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to roar loud enough to shake the mountain down. They’d been bushwhacking through the Shina Mountains for almost two days and Solar missed the jungle. He hated the cold of the mountain, he hated the skinny trees and how you could always see the sky. But mostly he hated that Dalyer could be around any outcropping or valley. And that Zara was just there. Exposed. Vulnerable. There.

  She should be back in the jungle, netting fish, building campfires, helping salamanders from one branch to the next. But instead she was here, walking beside him, looking good enough to eat and making him want to roar until his throat died. But of course he couldn’t do that. This was a stealth mission after all.

  But Zara just looked so delicate. So sweet. So human. The rest of the Surgere had shifted already. She was the only one left in her human form. Her fertility scent was much more potent in her human form and that’s what they were using to lure Dalyer from hiding. But it certainly didn’t help matters that Zara smelled so good that he wanted to pin her down and put about a thousand babies in her. She had to have one of the strongest fertility scents that he’d ever smelled.

  He kind of loved that. His feminine, delicate, long-haired, big-eyed, sweet little Zara smelled like sex on two legs. But he hated the thought of other dragon shifters smelling her scent. He could see the way the other males in the Surgere were skirting around her, trying to ignore her siren’s call. They all knew that Solar was on the edge. Looking for a reason to rip the scales off somebody’s tail.

  He had to get his mind off it. Luckily, the Oracle sidled up next to Solar as the dragons marched through the cover of the trees. The light blinked off of the Oracle’s turquoise blue scales. The shadows of the pine trees danced across him as they moved.

  “We’re getting close,” O whispered to Solar. This was part of the plan. They flew as a group to the edge of the Shina Mountains, keeping well away from any towns or provinces where dragon shifters could see them and report to the king’s armies. Once they got to the base of the mountain range, they proceeded on foot, but in their dragon forms, ready to fight at any given second.

  They figured two things. When they got close to Dalyer they would start to see crows. That was how he’d been communicating with his armies. Messenger bird. They knew this because about two years ago they’d intercepted one while they were camping on the beaches of the West Ocean. It had been the only way they’d known to move camps. The letter between the dragon general and Dalyer had contained way too much information about the Surgere camp.

  The other thing they figured was that the closer they got to Dalyer, the fuzzier the Oracle’s gift would get. Dalyer had some way of obscuring O’s sight. They had no idea how, only that it was potent.

  “You’re getting fuzzy?” Solar asked O as they walked beside one another. Zara glanced over at them as they whispered together.

  The Oracle nodded, shaking his sculpted dragon head as if he had water in his ears. “Like trying to see through the back of my head. If I had to guess, he’s close.”

  “Sol,” Zara whispered and pointed above them. Sure enough, a lone blackbird winged through the air, so high that it was just a speck of black in an ocean of bright blue sky.

  Solar’s heart dropped to his toes. This meant that it was time for Zara to proceed alone. Without them. If Dalyer smelled other dragons with her, he’d understand it was a trap right away. She had to wander into Dalyer’s territory, as if she’d come looking for him when her fertility season hit. The idea was laughable to both Solar and Zara, but Dalyer had always been self-involved enough, short-sighted enough, that there was a good chance he’d believe it. Plus, Zara had been kidnapped, she hadn’t run away. There was a chance he believed that she would have preferred to stay with him.

  The group of dragons halted. This was it. This was as far as they went until Zara managed to lure Dalyer back toward them. An uneasy feeling rose and settled over the group. What had seemed so easy intellectually was much harder in practice. Keiko rushed forward in her dark brown dragon form. She couldn’t really touch Zara without risking shredding her delicate human skin. So instead she settled for lowering her head to Zara’s eye level.

  “Be smart. Come home at the end of it.” Keiko’s voice was much grander, more willowy in dragon form. But her words sounded out over the group. It reassured Solar to see how many people loved Zara. He wouldn’t be the only one fighting for he
r safety today.

  Zara took a deep breath and turned toward Solar and the Oracle. Solar knew he was breaking the protocol that he, himself, had put into place but he couldn’t help it. He immediately shifted back to his human form and grabbed Zara to him, hugging her tightly.

  “Don’t linger. Don’t push it. If you get a bad feeling, shift and get the fuck out of there. If you can’t get away, roar. I’ll hear you. I’ll come for you. I’ll be there in a second.”

  “I know, Sol. We’ve been over the plan a hundred times. It’s gonna be alright. We’re gonna get him. We’re gonna end this.” Zara went up on her toes and planted a kiss on Solar’s lips. Brief, but passionate. They both knew that if she didn’t go now they would lose their gumption.

  Zara broke away from Solar and turned toward the forest. But she froze in her tracks, her mouth halfway open as a naked Oracle stood in his human form in front of her.

  “Jesus, O,” Solar muttered, dragging a hand over his face.

  The Oracle followed Zara’s eyes down to his very exposed nether regions. “Yeah,” he said, putting one hand in front of himself. “Guess I didn’t really think through the intimacy of this moment.” He cleared his throat. “Just wanted to give you a hug goodbye.”

  Both Zara and Solar raised their eyebrows at him. But he ignored them, pulling Zara in for a quick, if not stiff - on her end, anyways - hug.

  “Be careful, Z,” the Oracle said. “And if you can’t be careful, be vicious. As fuck. I’m talking carnage. K?”

  “Okay,” she smiled at O, turned back to look in Solar’s eyes one last time, and walked into the forest.

  The Oracle and Solar shifted back almost immediately, standing humongous shoulder to humongous shoulder. “And now we wait.”

  There was a weariness, a grit and anxiety in his voice that he hadn’t let Zara hear moments before.