Ivormantis (12 page)

He stopped long enough to kiss the arch of both of her wee little feet, and then reared back until he was almost all the way out of her. He surged forward until he was buried to the hilt, loving the way her inner muscles pulsed and tightened around his dick. When one orgasm immediately rolled into two for her, he was unable to hold back his release any longer.

He threw his head back and roared loud enough to shake the castle as he released his life-giving seed inside his tiny mate. Ivormantis came rushing to the forefront, wanting to mark their mate. Holding a tight rein on his beast, he leaned down as he allowed the transformation in his face to take place.

His teeth clamped onto her shoulder, breaking through her delicate skin easily. Her blood hit his tongue, immediately bringing new life to his previously deflating cock.

With each draw of her blood, he felt her liquefying him once again, wrapping herself tightly up against him, as he began to pound into her. Her blood was like a drug, making him feel as if he could conquer the world. Then he realized why everyone wanted her blood so badly. Just the little bit he took had made him feel like a god. He quickly released her, not wanting to take any more of her blood than necessary. He sealed the wounds and licked them cleaned.

He looked down at her peaceful face. With her eyes closed, she reminded him of an angel.
His little angel
. He didn’t know what he had done in life to deserve his own angel, but he was going to cherish every minute he had with her.

It took him a moment to realize that she wasn’t moving. She was sound asleep with his dick still inside of her. He watched Ivormantis in his mind’s eye strut around like some kind of caveman.

Carefully, as to not disturb her, he slowly lowered her legs and straightened them out. Taking extra precaution as he gently pulled out of her, he climbed out of bed, and headed to the bathroom for a warm cloth to clean her up.

She never moved as he first bathed the wound on her shoulder, then moved downward to clean her up. The sight of his essence oozing out of her had him hard again in a heartbeat, but he chose to ignore it.

Discarding the rag, he climbed into bed with her, bringing her ragdoll body up against him. He smoothed her hair down and back and looked over her shoulder. There, sitting right below his bite, was a perfect replica of Ivormantis. The fact that his dragon was ivory in color made it hard to see sometimes, but if it hit the light just right, the tattoo changed to a more iridescent color. Closing his eyes, Dominic slept peacefully for the first time since he had been injured weeks ago.

Chapter Five

Meldamiriel woke to Dominic watching her.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. I was wondering if you were going to wake up or sleep all day.”

“Umm, good morning?” She was still half asleep and was never in a good mood in the morning until she’d had at least one cup of coffee.

“What time is it?” she asked as she attempted to roll away from him and climb out of bed, but he had her pinned down and under him before she could blink.

“A little after six,” he answered her as he rubbed his fully aroused dick against her thigh.

“Hmm, I see someone else is awake as well.” She chuckled, but a second later when his lips came down to meet hers, she opened willingly, allowing him to explore, and duel with her tongue for a moment.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” he stated casually as he pulled the sheet down to uncover her naked breasts.

“I’ve been told that is never a good thing,” she teased.

He gave her a mock growl in reply. “No, seriously,” he stated as he licked all around her nipple, but refused to touch the tip. “I’ve been thinking about yesterday. You have all of this power at your disposal, but you never use it.”

He switched over to her other breast and teased it the same way. “Can you tell me why, sweetheart? Why do you run when I believe you have the power to eradicate anyone trying to harm you?”

She wiggled under him while pushing him off her. It didn’t go unnoticed the only reason she could push him off her was because he allowed it. Sitting up, she covered herself and brought her knees up to her chest. “It’s a long story. When I was born, my parents were part of the elven nation. The elders immediately wanted to take me away from my parents, to live in some sort of shrine, to sit and be worshiped day in and day out.

“This wasn’t the life my parents envisioned for me. They wanted me to have a chance at a normal life, just like any other person. So, they decided to leave and strike out on their own. They bought a house outside of the city limits, so we would have privacy. They fully believed no one would pay me any mind and even if someone did cause problems, they felt as if they were strong enough to protect me.

“Things went fine for a few years. Then one evening, when I was about six years old, a wizard showed up at our doorstep.

“My mother must have known immediately that he was there for me. He wanted my powers. She snuck me out the backdoor with instructions to run to Natasha’s parents’ house. I was scared of the dark back then and didn’t want to go, but she gave me no choice. The wild-frightened look in my momma’s eyes as she closed the door on her only child is something I will never forget.

“Frightened and crying, I remember feeling evil for the first time. I knew it was coming from the man who was in my house, and it scared me. I wanted to help my parents, but I knew I needed to obey my mother at the same time. Our dog, Dexter, helped lead me to Natasha’s house. I was very grateful for his help.

“I showed up at Natasha’s house crying hysterically that mommy and daddy needed help. Natasha’s mother stayed put, but her dad grabbed a handful of weapons and walked out the door. It seemed like he was gone forever, as Natasha and her mother tried to calm me down. When he walked back in the front door, one look at his face, and I knew my family was dead. I knew I was all alone in the world.

“Natasha’s family took me in and tried raising me as their own, but they too died a few short years later. Since then, the only one I have to lean on or trust has been Natasha. Even when she was having her own problems with the Council, she always made sure she knew where I was and that I had what I needed to take care of myself. She has been there for me numerous times to protect me, or to hide me.”

Dominic wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, bringing her over to his lap. “I’m so sorry, baby. You deserve the very best and this world has shown you the worst it has to offer, hasn’t it?”

She lay her head down on his shoulder, feeling safe, loved, and protected. “Dominic, will it ever stop? Will there ever be a time I’m not looking over my shoulder to see if someone is after me? I can’t just go around killing anyone who might look my way, but I can’t exactly trust others, either.”

“No, I wouldn’t expect you to kill, sweetheart, unless your life was in jeopardy. However, there is nothing wrong with standing your ground and letting them know you aren’t going to go down easy.”

“Okay, but let’s say I do stand my ground. Then what? They might leave with their tails tucked between their legs, but then they gather reinforcements and come back. It is just easier to run to begin with.”

She sighed as she rubbed her nose on his shirt, taking in his scent.

“Yes, well, one thing I’m always worried about is that damn wizard showing up. He left a note after killing my parents that said, “Run all you want to, little girl. I know what you are. You will never be free, you will never escape me.” A shudder went down her spine as she recalled that eerie note from so long ago.

Dominic held her trembling little body tightly against him. ‘
We will be her strength. We will protect her, and I will incinerate that asshole wizard if he ever gets near her!”
Ivormantis grumbled. He wasn’t happy their mate was upset, but knowing that Dominic was caring for and comforting her, he remained quietly in the background.

‘Yes, we will protect her, my friend,’
Dominic acknowledged his dragon before turning his attention back to his mate.

“Baby, as your mates, Ivormantis and I pledge to protect you at all costs. I’m so sorry about your parents. But that still doesn’t answer my question. Why are you afraid to unleash your powers?”

She looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. “Don’t you understand? If I unleash my power, it will alert every supernatural being within a hundred miles of me. They will be drawn to my power. They’ll crave it like a drug.” She stopped and shook her head. “No, that would never work. Even if I did unleash my powers and defeat whomever was confronting me at the time, I wouldn’t be able to get away fast enough before I would be surrounded by too many to take down.” She shrugged her shoulders in defeat. “This has always been a problem. There just doesn’t seem to be a place on earth safe for me.”

Ivormantis picked his head up. ‘
Maybe not on earth sweet
…’ Hmm, maybe Dominic’s dragon was onto something.

“Has Natasha had time to tell you about Dragonose?”

“No, not really. We really haven’t had too much time to talk since I arrived.” He already knew this of course, because he was certain Natasha hadn’t told her best friend that she had been gifted with a dragon of her own.

“Dragonose is a beautiful land. King Thoran, who is Blain’s cousin, is a great and fearless ruler. Most of our men are warriors, trained to fight our enemy the Raptorians. Now they are an ugly, nasty lot, but we’ll talk about them later.

“We are a peaceful people, even though we are dragon shifters. We live in houses or castles, similar to this one. We have families, teach our children, and run businesses close to how earth runs. The difference is you don’t have the petty jealously, thirst for power, war hungry, or back-stabbing that seems to be so prevalent on this planet.”

Meldamiriel sighed as she let her imagination conjure up a picture of this beautiful land. “It sounds wonderful, Dominic. Would they accept me, since I’m not a dragon?”

“Yes, my little love. You would be accepted completely and with open arms. You wouldn’t need to worry about others trying to gain your powers. I seriously doubt anyone would even care. You wouldn’t even be the only elf there, we currently have another of your kind that is living there.”

Meldamiriel was surprised when she glanced up at him to see his face was colored with embarrassment. “Dominic, what’s wrong? Why is an elf living in Dragonose?”

“He kind of snuck his way in through one of the portals. King Thoran would like to be able to trust him with our secret and send him home, but Adorellan keeps getting himself in trouble, leaving the king little choice but to have him remain there.”

She sat up so quickly her head almost hit his chin. “Your king is keeping an elf prisoner?” she screeched.

“Not exactly a prisoner, love. Adorellan is free to go anywhere he wishes on Dragonose. He is out walking freely every day. And if he would learn to stop stealing from people, the king would gladly send him home. The problem is this little elf seems to get on everyone’s nerves because he’s a thief and a pick-pocket.”

“Oh, well, I guess I can understand your king’s decision then,” she replied as she placed her head back down on his shoulder.

“You know, love, I could take you for a visit. If you find you like it there, I would love nothing better than if you decided to call Dragonose your home.

“I think I would like to visit Dragonose, Dominic.”

His heart soared with the knowledge that his little mate wanted to visit his home world. He and his dragon were already itching to get back home, but first, he and his dragon had to take care of a nasty group of vampires that seemed hell bent of getting their hands on his mate.

Dominic’s steps were heavy as he headed downstairs to the dungeon. He was determined to get the answers he needed this time, one way or another. Blain and Edmond were already waiting for him just outside the room the vampire was being held in. Dominic’s body was tense and the vibes rolling off him spoke loudly that he was in no mood for niceties. He was a pissed off dragon on a mission to eradicate a rouge clan of vampires.

“Has the scum said anything?” he stated between clinched teeth as he stopped in front of the locked door.

“Not a word,” Edmond replied, pushing off the wall he was leaning against.

“Dominic,” Blain stated, but Dominic snapped back quickly, knowing what his friend was about to advise him on.

“Blain, I’m getting fed up with these bloodsuckers continuously coming after Meldamiriel. If the tables were turned, and it was Natasha they were after, would you be so calm?” Dominic didn’t even give Blain the chance to respond. They both knew the answer. Blain would be tearing the continent apart killing every vampire he laid eyes on. He glared at his friend in warning. “This vampire is mine and I’m getting the answers that I want this time, even if I have to pull them off his tongue.”

Blain stepped back and nodded, sighing deeply. “You’re right. If it were Natasha, blood would have already been spilled ten times over.”

“I’m glad we are at an understanding, my friend. I don’t ask or need any help from either of you.” His glance encompassed the werewolf also, before turning back to Blain. “Go join your mate, she is with mine having breakfast.” He quickly turned on his heel to enter the cell holding their prisoner.