by KC Kingmaker
The sight of him in all his glory, still alive and healthy and impressive as ever—though maybe a bit scuffed up—shot bliss through my body like beams of pure energy. My heart ballooned with joy, despite there possibly being a bigger problem right behind me.
“Sweet fuck!” Blythe howled, breaking my daze.
I glanced at her and saw her eyes were indeed popping, focused on one particular appendage of Coalt’s swinging freely in the breeze as he ran toward us.
“I can see why you like the guy so much,” she muttered, shaking her head.
I couldn’t help but chuckle from the absurdity of it all.
Coalt wrapped me in his arms, every part of his tense, sweltering body pressing against mine. He lifted me off my feet and claimed my mouth, taking my breath as his tongue slid over mine and locked me in a possessive, passionate embrace.
Blythe loudly cleared her throat. “Hey, love fowls, did we forget about the big asshole guarding the door to my shelter over there?”
Coalt separated from me, his amber eyes dancing with joy as they locked on my purple orbs. His smile was genuine and wide, but he made a gentle ahem sound as Blythe chided us. He tried to put on a stern face.
The dragon brushed past me, lighting every bit of my insides on fire in the best possible way. I could still taste his lingering fire and pine scent on my tongue, and I savored it.
“Rook,” Coalt said in a low voice.
The huge man across from us seemed completely unperturbed by Coalt’s nudity, even though Blythe and I were sort of losing our minds. I kept glancing down at his bare, taut ass, then had to remind myself that something important was happening beyond Coalt’s rear-end.
“Coalt,” the man named Rook said. His voice was as deep as I would have imagined, like the fathomless depths of a never-ending valley.
It made goosebumps break out on my arms and the back of my neck.
“We’ve been looking for you,” he finished.
“Wait,” I said, poking Coalt’s iron shoulder. “You know this man?”
Coalt grunted with a small bob of his head. “Well here I am, big guy. But I’m hurt no one else decided to show up—”
“They weren’t too concerned,” Rook said. “And besides—”
“Aw, Rook, were you worried about little old me?”
“—I’m not talking to you.”
Rook’s words took a moment for Coalt to register. He muzzled the jolly voice and frowned. “What? What do you mean you’re not talking to me?”
Rook pointed at Coalt . . . or past him, rather.
I jerked around to see who was hiding behind me.
Seeing nothing, I turned back to Rook with a frown.
“I’m talking to her,” he said, and Coalt moved out of the way just to make sure he was pointing at me. “She’s the one we’ve been looking for.”
Coalt’s body tightened. He spun on Rook. “Now just wait a fucking minute, Clayborn. I’m guessing you saw those two dragons fighting in the sky just now?”
“Yes, and I presume one of them was you, and that you were victorious,” Rook said flatly, in a bored, monotone voice. “Congratulations. Your penchant for getting into trouble is truly breathtaking.”
“Thank you. If you saw that, then you know I’m prepared to fight for Leviathan again.” His knuckles cracked as they formed fists.
I took a step back and shared a confused look with Blythe. Uh oh. My heart started to beat with that fast, familiar pitter-patter.
Rook shook his head. “I’m not here to fight or to hurt anyone, Younger Firesworn. Haven’t you learned a thing about me yet?”
“Then what the fuck are you getting on about?”
The giant, bald man finally cracked a smile, and it made him incredibly handsome, even with his stoic demeanor. “You’ve lost your touch, friend. You haven’t felt it inside you? The pull?”
Coalt hesitated, loosening his fists. “Well, I’ve felt . . . something.” He raked a hand through his auburn hair. “Explain yourself. I’m tired of thinking.”
“Yes, well, thinking was never your strongest—”
“Enough,” Coalt interjected with a harsh growl. “I’m not feeling very playful anymore, either.”
Rook inclined his head. “While you’ve been out here playing maverick, the Resistance has been gathering information, Coalt. She’s the one.” He ended the sentence with a firm nod.
I blinked. “The one? The one what?”
“The one pain in my ass,” Blythe muttered, then gripped my arm so hard my blood stopped flowing.
Coalt froze. When he turned to me, I saw the shocked expression on his face and it scared me.
“C-Coalt . . .” I stammered, taking a step back.
“It can’t be,” Coalt gasped breathlessly.
Rook nodded again.
I took a step forward. “Does someone want to please tell me what is going on here, before I have a full-blown panic attack?”
Rook made the first bodily movement I’d seen since his arrival, breaking his statuesque stance . . .
And he kneeled.
He bowed his head. “Yes, Vera. It is my privilege to be the first to honor you and welcome you into the fold.”
“The fol—what?!”
He smiled that soothing, tempered smile at me again.
“You, Leviathan Sunfall, are the rightful princess of the Dragon Dominion.”
To Be Continued!
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KC Kingmaker lives in San Diego and has been writing and reading fantasy and romance for years. “Briarwitch Academy” is KC’s first foray into paranormal romance, trying to bridge the genres to make something steamy, funny, mysterious, action-packed, and most of all, fun!