Kelly Lucille (3 page)

Morgan was still
trying to perfect her control when she felt the fire.  At first, she thought
she was just having flashbacks from last night.  She cursed because the flashes
of desire were playing merry hell on her concentration.  Breathing steadily to
balance the increased nerves rumbling in her belly she was just to the edge of
the grotto when the pain started. 

It took her a few
minutes to realize the pain was not hers.  She lay there shivering and
clutching her stomach, tears overflowing her eyes.

“Ladon?”  She
whispered it, Horrified by the pain he was feeling, but with the realization
that the pain was not hers she could breathe again.  There was a wave of heat
so strong she was rolled by it.  She ended up next to the hot springs, and
something in the mist soothed her enough that she saw it as a lifeline and
rolled right into the hot water, raggedy shift and all.  The heat of the spring
should have made it worse.  Instead, Morgan could think again, at least enough
to assess the situation. 

Ladon was coming,
of that she had no doubt.  This must be the molt.  He would come and when this
was over, he would be a fully-grown dragon in his prime ready to mate.  Damn
it.  There was no way she could keep her concentration enough to fly when this
was upon her.  Not when she could feel this need like a brand in the blood.

He would get his
virgin sacrifice after all.  She only hoped she survived it.  After a while,
Morgan could no longer stand the feel of her wet dress plastered against her
sensitive skin and she ripped it off and tossed it away.  She palmed her
breasts, but the feel of her own hands was too much against her painfully tight
nipples.  At least she would get that bath.  She used the soap, cleaned every
inch of her body careful of her screaming clit, and flushed nipples, trying to
ignore the open nerve endings and waves of need that nearly drowned her.  At a
calm moment, she used her fingers to comb out her newly clean hair.  She spread
it out on the stone lip and was amazed when it dried almost immediately. 

She stepped out of
the pool and as soon as she was out, she was dry.  She could feel the magic
working along her skin.  Even the brush of her hair was too much, so she ripped
a piece of cloth from her dress and tied her hair to the top of her head.  When
she couldn’t take it anymore, she jumped back into the water and sat so it was
up to her chin.  The relief was immediate.  She didn’t know why, but the water
seemed to serve as a buffer between the magic in the room and her yearning
flesh.  The swirl of the water kept her in a constant state of need, but it was
still better than the alternative.

Then the heat
built again and it was so strong, Morgan knew that Ladon had arrived.  It
didn’t occur to her to wonder how he could have flown in his condition until
she looked up into two sets of gold dragon eyes.  One was Ladon, still in human
form, shuddering in the arms of a much bigger black dragon.  She had thought
when she saw Ladon's dragon shape that nothing could surpass its beauty and
majesty.  She had been wrong. 

Morgan swallowed
hard as the Dragon form before her swirled with magic and instantly the black
became a seven-foot naked man with iridescent black hair and an erection that
could not have been made with human women in mind.  Too wide, too long, and it
was growing before her eyes.  As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t seem to
look away from that pulsing cock. 

Then he was in the
water with her, Ladon still in his arms. 

Her eyes came to
rest on Ladon, or tried to, but he sank under the water and didn’t come back
up.  Morgan shot forward thinking he would drown, but before she could reach him,
she was pulled into the lap of a large naked man she didn’t know.  She did what
any other insignificant prey would do caught by a predator.  She froze.

“He will come up
when he has finished the change.”  That voice.  It rode across her skin leaving
shivers in its wake.  Her body responded by ramping up all the heat from the
change into her pussy and nipples.  She arched her back and her knees opened
without any conscious direction on her part.

He stood up with a
splash and adjusted her one handed so that she was straddling his lap despite
her new efforts to close her legs.  The more she tried to push away from him
the closer he pulled her, until his hard cock was cradled up against her spread
pussy.  She froze again, her eyes flying to his face.  His eyes were old gold,
dragon eyes, but with an aged patina that added power and weight to his stare. 
She had never felt such power, like an oversized mantle pressing down on her
shoulders.

“You are no
dragon.”  He said it in wonder, his eyes radiating stark possession.  “Yet you
are dragon mate.  You are feeling his heat so you must be his.  But I would
know you anywhere.”

She shuddered at the
power building up against her skin.  Everywhere he touched her was a small
invasion.

“I don’t
understand any of this.”  Her voice was a soft whisper in the dark, which was
not at all what she intended.  She could feel his reaction shiver up her skin and
then his mouth was on hers in a hard possession that did not ask permission but
took everything.  His lips and tongue invaded and his magic, the essence of the
man, followed. 

She lost the
ability to think with the first heady taste of him.  She was lifted from the
water.  She didn’t care as long as he got no further than her arms and legs
could hold him.  His neck and shoulders was a hard column beneath her arms and
hands.  Her legs wrapped tight around his waist and hard thighs.  They were dry
before she vaguely felt the bed at her back, then he was closer, so close she
was wrapped around him like a blanket and he was a heady weight crushing her
down.

Her need to
breathe had her rearing back with a gasp and he took the chance to run his lips
down her throat.  He stopped over her pulse, and the bite that Ladon had given
her.  He growled, then looked into her befuddled eyes. 

“Mine!”  He roared
it, reared back until he found the gate to her slick pussy, and took possession
in one thrust.  Morgan screamed feeling ripped apart.  Then his teeth pierced
her shoulder and his magic thrust into her soul binding them so close together
she was not sure which parts were hers and which were his. 

She saw her life
through eyes of old gold, the death of her parents was relived in all its
horror.  The faces of her family flashed before them, then the betrayal, their
flight to the cold mountains.  Her capture, her fear for her family and her
time with Ladon, it was all there for him to see.  Every fear she had ever had,
every moment she had ever laughed or cried. 

Then his long
existence, which seemed to go on and on with no color, no love, no hope.  She
watched him kill repeatedly, without feeling, for justice, for the belief that
what he did kept Dragon kind safe.  He knew other dragons were taught to fear
him and he accepted it.  He watched the millennia pass in blood and death until
all dragons avoided him.  He watched them from a distance with their mates and
hatchlings.  He watched and believed they were right.  That he was somehow
unworthy of a mate because of what he was:  The Executioner.  Nightmare of
dragon kind.  The belief that he would always be as he was.  Alone. 

Together Morgan
and Eben relived his meeting with Ladon.  Searching for a way to feel again, if
only for a moment.  She felt the punch to his soul that he felt on first seeing
her.  So beautiful, so fragile.  A gift of the light waiting in a sacred hot
spring. 

Where have you
been?
  He thought it when he first set eyes on his mate after so long a wait. 
So lonely, nearly at the end of his long endurance, so unbearably cold and
suddenly there was warmth on his skin. 

Morgan drowned in
his need.  He believed that he was unworthy of finding a mate.  He had killed
so many, and he was so old, so set in his ways.  She would be better off with
Ladon, he knew it, but he could not let her go.  Death would come on swift
wings to any that came between him and his mate.  His Mate.  Even thinking it
was a miracle.

He had nearly
killed Ladon for daring to try and take her, it would have been so easy, but
there was no mistaking the twine of magic connecting aura to aura.  To hurt one
was to hurt the other.  So he would keep them both. 

He raised his head
and watched in satisfaction as his mate bite closed dragon fast.  Then he
transformed one nail to a sharp talon and cut into his chest, holding her head
up to the wound until the taste reached her lips. 

Morgan struggled
up from the hailstorm she was swirling in.  Taking blood was a dark mage trick
and she had been raised to see it as heinous.  Such thoughts might have brought
her to her senses but Eben had the power of ages.  A young mage had no chance
against him, even enhanced by Ladon's dragon mark.  That would change with the
bonding but by then she would be his in every way.  With a touch of his will,
she latched on with her petal soft mouth, pulling his blood into her body as
she pulled on his soul.

The flow of magic
continued to circle cinching them tighter and tighter, settling soul to soul
until one could not exist without the other. 

He pulled her head
away from the wound and took possession of her lips, licking the blood off and
then plunging into her mouth to chase the taste of them mixed together.

Morgan was no
longer feeling any pain but the heat of passion was rising with each taste.  He
was still embedded fully inside of her.  When he could take it no more he
pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in.  He showed no mercy for her
untried state, nor did she ask for any, arching into each pounding thrust
trying to get more of him as the pleasure built.  If she had still been only mage,
he would have broken her.  But with the bonding, she was more and she needed
him. 

“Harder.”  The
word was only a whisper attached to a gasp but he was in her mind.  He felt her
need and pounded her into the bed, until with a cry, she came.  He roared his
release as the pleasure burst inside them.  At one point Morgan lost control
and sent a wave of mage fire outward, but he took it; absorbing it and sending
it back to her in dragon fire.  She was consumed.

The flames had
barely receded when she felt Ladon stirring in her mind.  She knew he had felt
everything she had.  He knew as well as she did Eben's history and his dark
despair.  The joy Eben had felt the moment he’d seen Morgan and his decision
that both mates would belong to him.  That no one would take them from him.  Eventually
it would mean something but for now, he
needed
.

Eben rolled out of
her and to the side just as Ladon burst from the spring.  Morgan caught her
breath at the look of him.  Golden bronze and bigger, in both height and
musculature.  He had been beautiful before, now he was something from a dream,
almost too shiny and new to look at.  Bigger than he had been, he was just
under seven feet, with wide shoulders and slim hips.  His shimmering bronze
hair was incandescent and showed the exact color his dragon scales would now
be. 

He didn't give
Morgan even a moment to catch her breath.  Other than directing what amounted
to a dragon hiss at Eben, he fell on her as if she was the last bit of water in
the desert.  He pushed his hard cock into her and she arched up to meet him. 
The mating heat slammed into her and she needed MORE!  He plunged in again and
again and she met each thrust taking all he had to give aware in some small way
that Eben was a part of it all.  When Ladon sank his teeth into Morgan, Eben
was with them.

They saw Ladon's
life, from his hatching to the betrayal.  Saw the moment he woke powerless in
the cold, with chain on his ankle, his strength and magic entirely sapped out
of him, and surrounded by dark mage soldiers.  The crying of his heart when he
realized one of his own had betrayed him, though he knew not who.

They felt his
silent rage and despair, knowing that he would die cold and alone without ever
having truly lived.  They saw together the moment he opened his eyes and saw
the angel who had pulled him from the cold, so willing to give her life for
his.  Felt too his soul deep need to keep his mate safe, even from himself. 

They saw him meet
Eben, his desire and embarrassment at his lack of control.  They knew he had
felt rage when Eben had touched his mate when he was brought here to protect
her, then his understanding and acceptance. 

They felt every
second of his life and thoughts in fast forward, including his relief that he
would not be the only one keeping Morgan safe.  His tiny mage, so small, but no
longer so fragile and unprotected.  Eben could protect her while he hunted down
the betrayer. 

Denial was loud in
Morgans’ head, whether hers or Ebens she was unsure but neither of them was
willing to have Ladon in jeopardy.  He would not face this danger alone.  It
was certainly Morgan who thought to leave.  She had to find her family, but
what would that mean for her dragons?  

An immediate roar
went up and Morgan felt herself and Ladon flipped in a roll.  She was now on
top still clutching Ladon deep inside.  Eben came over the both of them.  She
felt a shot of magic flow through her ass and then Eben was plunging that big
cock into her back entrance.  She screamed, rearing back, but spiked as she was
by two cocks there was nowhere to go. 

Eben's entire
being pushed into her and the still connected Ladon, branding her as his
property even as she screamed the pleasure/pain from the dual assault.  He
leaned forward further, plunging into Morgan as he bit down on Ladon's
shoulder, drawing blood.  Ladon roared as the magic flared forest fire hot with
the three of them at the center.  Eben finally pulled back, licking the blood
from his lips, his eyes on Ladons in a deep primal satisfaction.  Neither of
them would be leaving him.  He would hold what was his.