Dragon's Ward (6 page)

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Stefan said against her skin and she couldn’t help but moan as her pussy quivered around his cock. These men wanted to save her, these mean wanted to protect her, and they wanted to treat her as an equal. She hadn’t had that in so long.

She stroked Nero faster, pumping her body on Stefan now. He gripped her hips fiercely and moved her faster. She felt like she was going to explode. Nero grew hot in her mouth, his flesh felt like it had caught on fire. Stefan was just as hot under her, pumping his hips harder into her, almost blindly. She clung to them, riding their pleasure and their own as best she could.

“Come on, Cadoc, she’s ready,” Nero cried through gritted teeth.

“She won’t feel the sting in a minute,” Stefan continued.

The heat between Nero and Stefan flared until it was leaking through their connection with her at her mouth and pussy until she felt like she had a fever. She was ablaze with passion, desire, lust, need, and pleasure. She couldn’t quite feel where her body ended and the men began. She felt a point of coolness at her ass, felt fingers breach her anus, but she wasn’t new to this. She’d experimented plenty when she was younger. She relaxed her muscles, took a deep breath, and bore down as Cadoc breached her. The heat escalated until she could barely keep her breath.

The men moved at counterpoints. It wasn’t exactly at opposites as there were three of them. It was more like they were all in constant movement. There was always a cock within her, always one pulling out, and always another pushing in. She was never free of them and the pleasure was astounding. She screamed between them as Cadoc hunched over her, coming up to his feet on the bed so he could pound his length into her, pushing her breasts together so that Stefan could suck them roughly, and Nero pushing into her throat.

“That’s it, take my cock,” Stefan cried.

“Take all my cock in that tight little ass. Clench me harder,” Cadoc growled.

“Move that tongue. Suck harder,” Nero groaned. She cried out and tried to adjust for every one of them but they were moving her, holding her still for their ministrations. She screamed between them all as they pounded into her, faster and faster, her pleasure spiraling through her until she was so tight that she felt like she could touch the sun.

She screamed around Nero’s cock. She was so close. She was so close to her climax. She needed it. She needed the pleasure. She bucked as hard as she could on Stefan, flung her ass back toward Cadoc, and grazed Nero with her teeth until he cried out.

Something shattered in them. Stefan pounded into her like a man possessed. His hands fought Cadoc’s on her hips until she was being pulled back and forth with blinding force. Nero stepped closer to the bed and lifted one foot onto the bed. He pushed her head back until there was more room down her throat and pumped. He was so far inside that his heavy balls slapped against her chin with each movement. She sucked him down, reveling in their roughness, in their control over her.

“Now, now, now!” Stefan cried and she felt something shift under his skin. She could feel the coolness seep under the heat. He flashed back and forth with blinding speed but she caught glimpses of his scales. Nero’s face above her quivered and she could see green work under his skin, his mouth snapping back and forth between a beak and normal mouth. She felt a pinch at her hips but couldn’t turn around. She knew what the Kylin looked like and was sure that Cadoc was in the grips of his shift as well.

This was what they had talked about. This is what they meant when they had said that they wouldn’t have been able to stop the shift and she had to take it into herself. She felt the heat come again, felt like something inside of her was rising, struggling to break out of her and meet their shift. Fear choked her and she fought it. She felt like if she gave in she would rip apart in so many pieces she wouldn’t be able to be put back together. She cried out, terrified.

“Don’t fight,” Stefan said and his voice was not his own.

“Please, try,” Nero said, and his voice sounded as ancient as parchment paper.

“Give in,” Cadoc growled behind her, and it sounded like he could rip through her. She struggled harder, not liking the ripping inside of her soul. She was so cold, going so cold.

“Please,” they said in unison and that stopped her. She couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t stand their pain. Something clicked. She felt the heat spread in her again. She was on fire. She felt Stefan, Cadoc, and Nero freeze, as if time had stopped. She couldn’t explain it. For just this instance in time only she existed. She and their beasts.

A ghostly figure of Stefan’s dragon hovered around his body, Nero’s tortoise did as well, ancient and large, and, when she looked behind her, or her spirit looked behind her, she could see the shadow of the Kylin. Her spirit lifted, turning into a vacuum and sucked in their beasts. She screamed as their beasts rolled within her, ripping and shredding as they fought to get out of her spirit. She screamed for what seemed like hours as she fought back, struggled to hold them, subdue them. Suddenly time started again. She was flung back into the real world as the men moved with her, in her, around her. Stefan clutched her so tightly to him, she could barely breath.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered over and over again. He touch softened, became soothing. Cadoc wrapped his arms around her, and Nero caressed her scalp.

They moved in her now, faster, but somehow softer. They were watching her, their beasts shining in their eyes. They moved, each cock touching something deep inside of her, until her clit exploded with passion, her pussy clenched with passion, and her throat widened with a scream. She was flung into the spirit world again and this time she felt feathers, glorious white, iridescent feathers. She looked down at herself and she could see the body of the Phoenix. She couldn’t see everything, but she knew that she had become the Phoenix, that she had succeeded. She cried, feeling whole for once, feeling as if she was where she should have always been. She opened her wings and the beasts of her men slipped back into place.

When she came to Nero dropped to his knees, sliding from her mouth, sated and happy. She moved to touch his face, to bask in their happiness, but a man standing behind him, with a mask of pure anger and a gun pointed at his back, stopped her.

Chapter Ten

“You whore! You filthy, nasty, whore! I’ll kill him. I swear I’ll kill him,” Roach screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. The tall, thin blond looked sickly and lackluster. His hair was plastered to his face in clumps. It was chin-length and looked like he hadn’t gotten it cut in months. His brown eyes looked wild, sunken in. His lips were pulled into a snarl that was better seen on an animal than a human, with dank yellow teeth behind it. He looked as scary as any nightmare she’d ever had of him.

“Roach,” she screamed, trying to get away. Stefan pulled her into his chest, slipping from her. Cadoc pulled away, and she flinched when his thick cock pulled out. He stood quickly though, in front and to the side of her. Nero stood slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, and then turned to look at Roach.

“You should not be here,” he said to Roach, and Brook was worried at the sound. He sounded cold, far away. He didn’t sound like the warm, loving man she had grown to know.

“She’s a filthy whore. She should have never let you touch her. She let you in her mouth, that bastard in her ass, and that piece of shit in her pussy. She was mine! My bride! My virgin! You ruined her!”

He is delusional
, Brook thought to herself.

Nero tensed before her, but he didn’t move. Brook didn’t know what they were thinking but she wanted them to react, do something. Roach would kill her but he couldn’t kill them. No gunshot would do more than hurt them.

“Take him away,” she hissed to Stefan.

“You were supposed to love me. You told me that day that you would always love me, even if you couldn’t have me in this life. How could you do this to me?”

Roach’s eyes were sad, confused as she watched him. Something in the words that he used resonated with her though. She knew those words. She thought back. Back to her days in theater, when she’d been on stage and performed. Suddenly she knew who Roach was, how far he’d slipped from who he once was, and how she was never to blame for any of this.

“Donald?” she asked then, hoping it wasn’t him.

“You remembered. Then why did you do this to me?” Roach asked, crying, but his gun never wavered, and it was pointing at her. She thought she knew why the men hadn’t done anything. They couldn’t die easily, but they didn’t know if she’d become the Phoenix yet. They could kill him, but his bullet may rip through them and kill her.

“Donald, it was a play. We were acting. We were only fifteen years old.”

“But you said you loved me,” he cried.

“I never loved you, Donald. You took something that was fun and unreal from our high school years and turned it into something ugly. You’re sick in the head, but I can’t help you. I don’t love you.”

“So you would choose them instead? You want these
things
in your bed? I saw their animals. I saw the bird they turned you into.”

She felt the change in the men, the knowledge that she had become their Phoenix. She saw their relief, felt their happiness, their wonder, all through the link of their beasts, even without them showing any outward reaction. It was all there. She could feel the nest,
her
nest now, trumpeting that they were complete, that their king had found his mate and she would come to them soon. That they would welcome her with open arms. She could feel it all, and know that she wasn’t afraid anymore. Know that she didn’t have to stand behind them to get away, to be protected from Roach. She stepped away from Stefan, and he let her, though he kept pace behind her.

“I’m gone. You cannot terrorize me anymore. I won’t die with you. I won’t die for you. If you don’t walk away now, I won’t let you walk away. I won’t be afraid of you. I never will be again.” She was steps away from her, her men surrounding her when she finished.

“I’m going to take you with me!” Roach cried.

They grabbed him just as his gun went off. He screamed between them but Brook didn’t care, she didn’t want to care. She just wanted her nightmare to vanished, to be ripped into a million pieces. She wanted to be safe from harm, safe to resume a normal life. Safe to have love and happiness for once again. She had found her mates and she would not allow Roach or anyone to take them away. In her darkest hour she found love and she would not lose it, she would not be alone again.

She tore and pulled, ripped, and shredded until her hands were heavy, until there was blood around her, on her. She couldn’t understand if it was hers or Roach’s. She just knew that she was falling, sinking into darkness, feeling cold to her core. A part of her was screaming, screaming to fight against it, to hold on, she would lose the love she just found. But a larger part of her was tired and was happy that it was over, that she had found peace and love, if only for one night. She at least had died the way that she wanted to. The thought faded and she was no more.

Chapter Eleven

She was surrounded by heat. She had never been that warm in her life. Her body was aching but she was alive. She shifted and moaned, hurting somewhere in the vicinity of her chest. But she was covered by so many bodies that she couldn’t be sure if she was feeling things right.

Wait, bodies?
she thought to herself. She shifted again, her fear enough to push away the pain.

“
Feng
is awake,” she heard directly above her and, at once, the bodies moved. They just slid of her until she was able to sit up. She was sitting in a room that looked to be in the center of a cave. The massive bed, and it was massive, under her was covered under red silk. The sudden cool air over her body forced her to look at herself and she was in a dress that looked better on some model than her. The slits were all the way up the sides and the straps spaghetti thin. The black material was as soft and shimmering as silk, but felt thicker, so it may have been satin. She touched her chest, but there was only the echo of remembered pain. She felt no wound, not even the puckering of a scar. She was healed.

“What?” she started, but couldn’t finish. She looked up to see at least twenty people bowing before her. They were all as magnificent as her mates. There were a disproportionate number of men to women. She supposed that the women were in groups like she was. She saw none of their faces, just the brown, gold, black, or red of their hair. Of what she could tell, there was a mixture of cultures in the one room, dragons from all walks of life. She stood and they bowed lower.

“
Feng
,” they said in unison and she recognized the Mandarin word for Phoenix.

“Where are—” She stopped suddenly when Stefan walked in, followed by Nero and Cadoc.

They looked different. They all wore suits, expensive, well-cut black suits that lay on their bodies like water. Stefan’s shirt was golden, Nero’s emerald, and Cadoc’s a deep honey. They looked like
GQ
models as they walked toward her. The sea of people parted in front of them with each step they took. Her mouth went dry watching them. She stood waiting for them, everything in her looking forward to the moment they took her in their arms. Stefan reached her first, his massive frame blocking out everything else. He reached for her and she went into his arms, took a deep breath, and relaxed into his embrace.

“It is good to see you, Brook. You’ve been healing,” he said to her. She felt another pair of arms wrap around her from behind.

“We worried about you, but we knew you would survive,” Cadoc said against her arm before he kissed her skin. She trembled and leaned toward him.

“It was hard to see you unconscious for so long. The Phoenix within you was so new it took more time to heal than it should have.” Nero kissed her other arm and rested his hand on her shoulder. She turned to him, a silly smile beaming on her face.