Dragon on Top (7 page)

“No, no. That's fine. I'll leave it unlocked. Good-night.” Then he went into the room and closed the door.

Grinning, Ghleanna went back to sharpening her weapons.

 

 

Bram entered the simple room and sighed in relief. Had she noticed his sudden panic? And lust? No. No. He doubted that. She didn't notice. She never noticed anything about him, including his attempt not to be overeager about the pair of them sharing a room.

Nay. She hadn't noticed a thing.

Bram stepped into the room and smiled. Quiet. Lovely, lovely quiet. Without bothering to remove his clothes, he fell face first on the bed and tried to push thoughts of Ghleanna from his mind.

Didn't work, though. She was right there. Like always. Driving him mad.

And then there was Feoras. She hadn't said his name but Bram knew whom she'd been speaking of. Feoras the Fighter. So named because he always fought to find a way not to have to do anything. Always looking for the easy way ‘round. The easy way to earn gold, move up the ranks, whatever. Honestly, his name should be Feoras the Jealous. He wanted to be where Ghleanna was but he didn't want to work for it. Not like she had. The constant training; battles with humans as human so she could hone her skills; taking any dangerous, sure-not-to-survive assignment that came her way. No. Feoras wasn't willing to do that. But he'd still wanted to be a Captain. A Dragonwarrior Captain who received all the best assignments, led the most important battles. When that didn't pan out, he'd fucked Ghleanna instead. Then ran around telling
everyone.
Including many of her soldiers in the Tenth Battalion, hoping to turn them against her. Ghleanna had been mortified and had disappeared for months.

But what she still didn't know was that her troops had not taken kindly to what Feoras had done. They'd not taken kindly to it at all. And they'd gone after him like rabid dogs after a bone. Last Bram had heard, Feoras was still on the run, hiding out somewhere in the Creese Mountains. And Bram hadn't said a word to Ghleanna about it, because he'd hoped that Feoras would be tracked down and killed in short order so that it wouldn't matter. It wasn't very merciful, but as he'd told Ghleanna—his mercy only stretched so far.

Then again, everyone learned that about him eventually.

 

 

Ghleanna finished sharpening the blades of her axes, her sword, and her knives. By the time she slid the last blade into her boot, the door to the bedroom her brothers slept in opened—followed by a nightmarish amount of snoring—and closed.

Yawning and rubbing his face with his hands, Addolgar dropped onto the stair right beneath Ghleanna. Unlike Bram, he'd never be able to sit next to her without his shoulders forcing her into the wall.

“Anything?” he asked around a yawn.

“Nope. Quiet.”

“Get some sleep. We have a few hours before the suns rise. I can take it from here.”

“You sure?”

“Aye. Go, sister. Because nothing is worse in the morning than you without enough sleep. Cranky cow that you are.”

“Thank you so much for that. The love of my kin simply overwhelms me.”

Addolgar motioned her away with a flick of his hand and Ghleanna walked up to the room she'd put the royal in.

“Oy,” her brother whispered. “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping with the royal. It's just for a few hours.”

Her brother grinned. “Saucy wench.”

“I just mean I'm staying in the same room, you dirty bastard.” She pointed at the room her younger brothers slept in. “You can't expect me to put up with that for the next few hours?”

“No, no. I really can't.”

Ghleanna stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

The royal slept fully clothed on his stomach, his long silver hair reaching down his back, his head resting on his crossed arms. And, except for his breathing, he was silent.

No. She'd not be sleeping in her brothers' room this night. Not when she could sleep in wonderful silence without having to make herself deaf first with one of her blades.

Ghleanna carefully placed her two axes and her sword on the wood chest at the foot of the bed—she still had blades strategically placed in her boots and inside her chainmail shirt and leggings should something need to be killed during the night—and eased onto the mattress beside Bram. He didn't even move or wake up and she realized how exhausted he must be.

Once she was stretched out on her back, one arm behind her head, the other at her side, Ghleanna let out a luxurious sigh. Now she'd be able to sleep like a baby.

That is until Bram wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her in tight against his body. Ghleanna froze. Was he awake? She didn't think so.

She tried to remove his hand from her waist, but he only gripped her tighter. Then he moved closer, pushing into her side, resting his head on her shoulder, his face turned toward hers. His eyes were still closed and his breathing normal. He was asleep but . . . still. He was awfully affectionate while he slept.

“Bram?” she whispered, loath to wake him up, but . . .
still.
“Bram.”

He moved around a bit, sighed out, “More oil. Bring me more oil so we can see all those delicious scars.”

Good gods, what was he going on about? Or maybe she didn't want to know.

Deciding there were worse ways she could be spending the night—like in a room with her brothers—Ghleanna stopped worrying and went to sleep.

It was the first good sleep she'd had without the help of ale in six bloody months.

Chapter 6

“Wake up!”
a voice boomed, shocking Bram into wakefulness. “The two suns are nearly up and we must face the day!”

“Shut up, Addolgar,” another, sweeter voice said from beside him.

“Don't have all day, sister. We need to get on the road. Many miles to go.”

“I am quite aware. Now
piss off!
”

“Suit yourself.”

The door slammed shut and the body that sweet voice belonged to burrowed in deeper beside Bram.

“Uh . . . Ghleanna?”

“Just another five minutes,” she softly begged. “Just another five.”

But in less than five minutes—more like ten seconds—Ghleanna jerked away from him, wide dark eyes gawking.

“What are you—” she began.

But Bram quickly cut in, “I was here first.”

“You . . . oh. You were.” She closed her eyes, shook her head. “You got a bit clingy when I stretched out last night.”

“Did I?” Bram sat up, ran his hand through his hair. “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize. And you weren't . . . I mean, your hands didn't go . . . I mean . . .” She let out another breath. “You were quite proper is what I mean to say.”

“Good. Good.” He threw his legs over the side of the bed. “Then we can forget it ever happened.”

“Right. Good idea. It never happened. We were both just . . . tired.”

“And all that snoring.”

“Right! The snoring. How could anyone expect us to sleep with that lot snoring away? We
had
to sleep together. It was necessary.”

“Although,” Bram admitted after a moment, “it was quite lovely, wasn't it?”

“Aye,” she replied, her voice soft. “It was.”

“Thank you for that.”

“And thank you. That's the best I've slept in—”

The door swung open again, cutting off Ghleanna's words. “Oy!” Cai yelled into the hallway. “Addolgar did see 'em in bed together! Who knew the little bastard had it in him?”

Hew stuck his head in. “They still have their clothes on. What's the point of being human if you're going to do it with your clothes on? Playing with the flesh is the best part.”

“Maybe they got dressed quick.”

“Nah. I bet they just slept.” Hew shook his head. “Boring.”

“Not everyone's like you, Hew. Running around, fucking anything that moves.”

“Let's go!” Adain yelled from out in the hallway. “I want to eat!”

The door slammed shut and Bram closed his eyes, trying to remember that this would all be over soon enough.

“That was a bit awkward,” Ghleanna sighed.

“Of course it wasn't. We're dragons. We don't have all those weak sensibilities like humans.” He waved toward the door. “That was nothing.”

“Come on, you two whores!” Addolgar bellowed from the hallway, most likely waking up the entire building, and if not, the brothers' laughter probably did the trick. “It's time to eat! Let's move, move, move!”

“Okay,” Bram told her. “Now
that
was awkward.”

 

 

After a quick morning meal in the pub, they'd gotten on the road as the two suns rose, heading toward the ocean and the port where they'd meet the boat that would take them into the Desert Lands. As they walked, Ghleanna kept thinking about what had happened that morning. Waking up in Bram's arms—even fully clothed—had been . . . strange. Mostly because she'd been so comfortable. She'd never been that comfortable in a male's arms before.

Maybe it was because the royal seemed so non-threatening. He was Bram the Merciful, after all. He never ate humans and was always running around trying to create alliances and truces with their kingdom's enemies. He'd never been in a battle in his life and hadn't even noticed the one right outside his own castle gates.

He was definitely not the kind of dragon she ever saw herself with. As a warrior from a warrior clan, she'd always been with other warriors. Then again, she'd rarely stayed the night and when she did, she never slept in those warriors' arms. And Ghleanna was even less comfortable with human males.

But Bram . . .

She shook her head, confused. Annoyed. But surprisingly refreshed, as if she'd had a full twelve hours of sleep.

“You all right, sister?” Addolgar asked her after a few hours on the road. “You've been very quiet today.”

“Aye. I'm fine, brother.”

“Is it the royal?” he asked, his voice low so only she could hear. “Should I break him in half for you?”

Ghleanna smiled. She'd always been very close to Addolgar. They'd spent a lot of time together killing things in battle and weren't very far apart in age. And it always warmed her heart how protective he was of her, although she was often the last one who needed that protection.

“No. That's not necessary.”

“If it becomes necessary, you simply say the word.” They walked on for a bit and Addolgar added, “He's not terribly weak, though.”

“What?”

“The royal. He's not too weak, I don't think. And he doesn't
look
weak. His human body's not very large but it probably helps him blend in more with the humans. And as dragon he's a tolerable,
average
size.”

“Your point?”

Her brother shrugged. “Maybe you should see all that's in front of you rather than just a small piece. I wanted a She-dragon tiny and soft, like a kitten. And yet my mate is everything but. And I adore that about her.”

Ghleanna sighed. “I don't know what's going on with you and Mum, but it is a very sweet thought, brother. Still, I think I may be too much She-dragon for our peacemaker. What kind of do-gooder like him would tolerate how many times a year I go out and kill things for sport and profit? I'm rarely home and when I am home, I'm usually recovering from battle wounds and working with one of our blacksmiths on new weapons I want to try out.”

“You give him too little credit, I think. Besides”—Addolgar leaned down and whispered in her ear—“when he doesn't think you're looking, he stares at your scars.”

What Bram had muttered in his sleep the previous evening came back to her, but she brushed it away and said, “All that proves is he's odd.”

“Not at all. I know that look. Me mate has it for me when I get home fresh from a battle. He
likes
those scars, Ghleanna. He likes them a lot.”

Aye. Crazy. Every one of her kin was absolutely stark raving mad.

 

 

Bram was digging through his travel bag and walking, trying not to trip on anything, when he realized that he was surrounded by Ghleanna's younger brothers.

He slowed to a stop. “Is there something you lot—”

“No, no. Keep moving.” Adain shoved Bram forward while Cai and Hew nervously looked back at Ghleanna and Addolgar. “You, uh . . . you like our sister, yeah?”

What in holy hells was going on with everyone?

“Sorry?”

“You,” Adain pushed, “like our sister. That's what Addolgar says.”

“Well, I don't see—”

“All we want to say is that if you want to, you know, take a run at her—we won't rip your arms and legs off.”

“Take a run—”

“Our sisters call it the Gauntlet. Most blokes aren't good enough for 'em, you see.”

“Human or dragon,” Hew added. “Don't matter. They're mostly idiots.”

“But you're not bad,” Adain confided. “And the females like the pretty ones.”

“I don't—”

“Look, all we're saying is that if you want a shot at her, we won't stop you. The last bastard she was with—he hurt her.”

Cai whispered, “She don't like to admit it, though.”

“Right, but
you,
you're supposed to be real nice. Feeble maybe, but nice.”

“I am
not
—”

“So maybe you can take her out sometime. Or buy her something a female would like. Flowers or whatever.”

“And,” Hew insisted, “tell her she's beautiful.”

“She
is
beautiful.”

“Yeah. Tell her just like that. Like you mean it.”

Bram stopped walking. “I do mean—”

“Good, good.” Adain patted his shoulder. “We'll leave you to it then.”

The brothers walked off and Bram, confused and becoming more and more terrified by Ghleanna's kin, went back to digging through his bag. And that's when he finally heard it. A bird. A crow specifically. Cawing.

Bram looked over at the trees on the other side of the beach they walked on. The crow cawed again, his wings spread out wide from his body.

“What is it?” Ghleanna asked him.

“Someone's following us.”

“Aye. We know.”

Surprised, Bram again looked at the brothers. Although they were still talking, they all had their hands on the closest weapon.

“You're not going to panic on me and run, are you, royal?”

“My, you do have a high opinion of me, Ghleanna. It's very heartwarming.”

She laughed and shook her head. “No insult meant. Simply wanted to be sure I didn't need to chain you to me.”

“To stop me from running away? Not necessary.” Bram gave her a small smile. “However, if you find other reasons to chain me to you, feel free.”

Ghleanna stumbled a bit. “Wait. What?”

But before Bram could elaborate on his request—in detail—Hew yelled out, “The trees!”

The Cadwaladrs moved in unison and with purpose, all of them surrounding Bram, their shields up and locked together, their weapons ready to strike.

“Watch your right, Hew!” Addolgar yelled out. “Look to the trees, Cai. Adain, send a call out. See if any of our kin are nearby. Tell them where we are.”

“I don't see anything.”

“All you need to know,” Ghleanna reminded Cai, “is that Addolgar and Hew did. Now shut the fuck up and hold formation!”

Then there was silence. A painful, bloated silence that had Bram panting lightly so that when he needed his flame, he could unleash it as he'd been trained to do since hatching.

They waited, the moment growing more and more tense, but not once did any of the Cadwaladrs move. Not once did they even flinch. Even the younger ones who, according to Cadwaladr Code were still too young and untrained to be on their own.

And, just when he thought perhaps Cai had been right and there was nothing for Addolgar or Hew to see, a dragon in full armor dropped right in front of them, the beach and trees around them shaking.

“Shift!”
Ghleanna yelled and Bram shifted to his natural form at the same time the Cadwaladrs did. It was all that kept him from being crushed to death, too.

“Shields!” Addolgar yelled and with a slam against the ground, their shields changed from human-sized to a size fit for enormous warrior dragons. “Weapons!” Another slam, this time to the base of their weapons, which had the deadly implements expanding in size. He knew that the Cadwaladrs had some special blacksmith among them, but gods, what a creation.

“Ghleanna!” Addolgar ordered, “Protect the royal!”

And as soon as Addolgar's words left his snout, the first strike came.

 

 

With the open sea to their backs, Ghleanna felt relatively sure the traitors—because that's how she thought of them—would be coming from one direction. They could try to come at them from the sea but they'd be quickly seen and dealt with by the Fins.

No. Approaching by land was safer and quicker. Besides . . . there were many of them. She counted at least twenty. And all of them trained soldiers of Rhiannon's army. Soldiers Ghleanna had fought with, drunk with, raided small towns with. And yet, without a word, they were striking at the Cadwaladrs and the peacemaker.

For that betrayal alone, Ghleanna would make sure this beach would soon be called Red Sands.

The traitors advanced and Addolgar raised his lance. “Steady on, Cadwaladrs. Steady.”

The first traitor, a youngster who only recently got his Corporal armor, struck first, his impatience being his undoing as so often happened with those young warriors not trained by other Cadwaladrs.

Addolgar saw the opening and struck, his lance piercing right under the forearm—a major artery. The young warrior's screams echoed out and the rest of the traitors attacked.

Ghleanna moved back, pushing the royal with her rear. He didn't speak but she didn't feel him shaking or trying to fly away in a panic. Good. She didn't have time to track the fool down if he fled.

Her brothers fought bravely but, when more traitors came, they were forced to break formation. They did their best to keep their enemies away from Ghleanna and Bram, yet it was impossible to do it without risking their own lives. She wouldn't have that.

When several went for Cai, Ghleanna used her battle axe to strike them down. Cutting one from shoulder to hip and the other from one leg to the other. Once she'd finished them off, she stepped back again to shield the royal.

“There are more, Ghleanna,” Bram told her, not once raising his voice. Never showing fear. “Coming from the north.”

She nodded. “Cai! Hew! North!”

When her two younger brothers turned, shields and weapons raised, Ghleanna sensed another dragon landing to the right of her and the royal.

She spun, pulling back her axe to strike, but she froze at the last second, her shock making her foolish and causing her to stop in mid-swing.